I have decided to pursue a career in nursing because I believe that empathy and compassion are enough to ignite hope within vulnerable individuals. It was October 21st 2023, I laid in excruciating pain on the cold, hard hospital bed as I desperately waited for the doctors-or nurses- to relieve this all consuming pain. Papa sat to my left as we waited, eager to get answers. Hopeless, confused, and exhausted, I began to slip from consciousness, uncontrollably sobbing from the excruciating pain, then finally, a nurse walked through the door, indifferent, apathetic, and unbothered, bombarded me with questions, took my vitals, and swiftly left before papa could voice his concern. The pain had intensified, rapidly spreading from my stomach to my head, and to my chest. I then began to shiver as more nurses came in; they probed, asked, and again, swiftly left; I began to feel confused; did they not hear my cries? Did they not see papa’s sunken face? Were they in a hurry? As I continued to lay on the cold, hard surface of the hospital bed, the pain in my body was now bearable as my heart grew heavier; In such a raw and vulnerable state, I began to feel more of an object and less of a person. On that bed, I wasn’t Abigail, I was ‘24’, my room number; I wasn’t a scared and helpless teenage girl in need of comfort, I was an occupied bed waiting to be freed up for the next patient. I hated it, hated feeling naked even though I was fully clothed, hated feeling alone in a room full of nurses and doctors, and most importantly, I hated feeling unseen by individuals that were supposed to illuminate and validate my feelings . I didn’t know what to do or say anymore, so I crawled into a ball, hoping that my heart wouldn’t fall as it grew unbearably heavier from the immense sadness. 2 hours later, still curled up on the cold, hard surface, I was suddenly enveloped by a warm heavy blanket as another nurse gently whispered: “I noticed you shivering, I hope this helps a little.” Little did she know that her smallest act of kindness made me discover a passion for nursing; the raw empathy and compassion in her eyes was enough to elevate my heavy heart; her gentle touch was enough to uncover the layers and I finally felt seen. She was who inspired me to be a nurse; her kindness, compassion, and her ability to finally see my vulnerability, and nurture it. She taught me the importance of empathy, a catalyst for comfort in patients. I plan to be a nurse because I wish to have that level of impact on people’s lives. As a nurse, I plan to ignite hope within vulnerable individuals through compassion. I will be a Nurse who leads within her workforce, creates positive and welcoming spaces for her patients and colleagues, and is an active listener, a critical thinker, a patient educator, and a compassionate soul. I will prioritize the well-being, happiness, and comfort of every patient, serving as an anchor in the wind and the waves, a shoulder to cry on, and a friend to confide in. As a current Certified Nursing Assistant, I have watched the impact that empathy can have, and I intend to shape communities with it. I know that I can make an immense impact on individuals and communities, and it brings me joy to say that I can do that through empathy, compassion, and hope. I found out about this scholarship through instagram.

I am Abigail Leela Bondoline Cooper, and I am from Monrovia, Liberia. My mama is Tutu-Bendu Cooper, a refugee from Gwee-town, Liberia, and My Papa is Bondojah Saykpeepoh Cooper, from Bassa County, Liberia. Mama and Papa sacrificed their lives to give me a better one, with greater opportunities. My parents worked tirelessly to afford rent, pay off debts, and support our family of 5. Papa works 16-hour shifts every day in a factory, while mama works 12-hour shifts in a Nursing Home. Coming from Liberia, my Parents have been made to feel insecure about their accent and their heritage. Watching them being treated this way was very difficult, especially after all they had sacrificed. Being an immigrant student living in Iowa has been difficult. There have been countless days where I have eaten lunch by myself, where I have walked alone from school, and where I have refused to raise my hands in class to avoid people making fun of my accent. I have come to terms with not fitting in, not having friends, or not going to hangouts. I have come to terms with the fact that there's no one to protect me from the racism of my classmates. I have come to terms with the fact that I will not live the high school life I dreamed of when I was in Liberia. What I have not come to terms with, though, is letting my afflictions dim my light. Throughout the hardships, I have learned to love myself, to be there for myself, and to advocate for myself. I have learned not to be ashamed of Mama and Papa's accents because their accents carry their stories, stories that have shaped them. I have learned that I am an empath, passionate about spreading hope and kindness within my community, the very things I was deprived of. After all, I am still that 11-year-old girl with hopeful eyes and big dreams. I have also learned that despite my hardships, I still have a soft heart and that hope remains in my eyes. This light is further fueled by Mama and Papa's perseverance, which I admire. Being in this position has made me realize that my family is persistent; Together, we have been able to overcome many hardships. I know that my home is Liberia, but in the U.S., I have also created a home, small, yet cozy, and that home is Mama, Papa, Grace, Jerry, and I. I have learned that life in the U.S. is not as glamorous as we make it to be back home, but one thing remains true: It offers opportunities and resources that I can use to impact dozens of people. The hardships of being an immigrant have taught me the importance of compassion and empathy, and I have discovered that I can turn these traits into a career by becoming a Nurse Practitioner. I want to become a Nurse Practitioner because I want to be able to light up a community of vulnerable souls by sharing hope, compassion, and empathy. Being bullied has taught me that the world needs light and love, and I intend to spread that light with every individual I come across. I will be a Nurse Practitioner who will make Patients feel safe, respected, and loved, regardless of their ethnicity, race, or background. The hardships that I have faced in the past years have made me realize that I am blessed to be an immigrant, as it has made me love myself and others even more.