Dear Miss Stevens, as a child and young adult, my mom was in and out of hospitals a lot. From heart blood clots, unnecessary removal of her gallbladder to so many more complications. If it was not this, it was always something else that continues today. Thankfully the hospital visits are much less frequent. But this is where the idea of becoming a nurse fell into place. I got to see what they did daily and their connections with their patients and families. I wanted to be someone that could help someone else's family. My mom's nurses all inspired me a great deal. I wouldn't be so passionate about helping others if it was not for my situation. In my senior year of high school, I decided I would go to college to become a nurse. I did a lot of research; I came up with two choices I absolutely loved—a midwife and pediatrics. I thought about the two for a while and decided to go with the one that spoke the most. So I decided in summer, pediatrics was for me. Everyone deserves care, but if I can help give child the care they need, I would. I always knew I wanted to be in the medical field, but self-doubt came and I was unsure if I could make it as a nurse. But I thought more and more about how much I wanted to help others. Finally, that self-doubt became a blur. Now I can see my goal clear as day, and I'm excited about it. Due to my financial issues, I can only take a couple of classes a semester. So I pay for college on my own, apply for scholarships, work, and do what I can. No matter how slow I have to move, my goal is still there. I want to thank you for your time in reading this.