My name is Chloe, and I’m a pre-nursing student preparing to apply to the upper-level nursing program at the University of South Carolina – Columbia. My journey to healthcare has been shaped by trauma, resilience, and a desire to serve others. Through it all, I’ve become certain of the kind of nurse—and person—I want to be: one who brings compassion, skill, and strength to children and families in their most vulnerable moments. I’ve been fortunate to have several inspiring people in my life, including my Meemaw, a retired sergeant with the Myrtle Beach Police Department. She led the School Resource Officer Program and built lasting connections with the children she served. Her leadership wasn’t about authority—it was about presence, trust, and compassion. Watching her impact others so deeply, especially me, inspired me to find my own way to serve. Though I won’t wear a badge, I want to be a steady hand for families, just like she was. Strong Leadership and Communication Skills I’ve developed leadership through years of mentoring classmates and volunteering with children. I first found joy in service while helping in my mom’s kindergarten classroom, later returning to my elementary school to assist teachers and students. These experiences taught me how to lead with empathy, speak with clarity, and build trust—skills that are essential in nursing. Resilience In my freshman year of high school, my brother and I were in a car accident. I had a concussion and a broken finger, but the emotional and cognitive recovery was far more difficult. I struggled with memory loss, headaches, and schoolwork. Despite these challenges, I stayed in honors classes and worked hard to keep up. I learned how to move forward even when every step felt uphill. That experience taught me to persist through pain and uncertainty—skills I’ll carry into my career. Selflessness After my grandfather passed away suddenly during my junior year, I found myself comforting others while managing my own grief. I didn’t do it for recognition—I did it because my family needed strength, and I had it to give. Moments like that reinforced my desire to be someone others can lean on, especially in healthcare, where emotional support is just as important as clinical skill. Focus and Determination From high school through college, I’ve stayed focused on my goals. I completed advanced medical courses and internships while working over 25 hours a week and maintaining a weighted GPA above 4.0. In college, I’ve upheld a 4.0 GPA while volunteering and working during breaks. I also live with ongoing joint pain that has left me feeling vulnerable and dismissed in healthcare settings—experiences that have only deepened my determination to become the kind of nurse who listens, advocates, and cares holistically. Strong Work Ethic My parents, a carpenter and a teacher, have shown me what hard work and quiet service look like. They’ve supported me in every way they can, but I carry much of the financial responsibility for my education. Their example taught me to show up fully, give my best, and never expect shortcuts. I hope to work in pediatric nursing, especially in a NICU or as a transport nurse. One day, I would like to look into classes to pursue midwifery and mentor future nursing students. Leadership, to me, means stepping up when it’s hard, standing by others when they’re scared, and using your strength to lift others. This scholarship would ease my financial burden and allow me to focus more fully on my studies and clinical training. Most importantly, it would support my mission: to serve children and families with empathy, courage, and heart.

My name is Chloe, an 18-year-old student at USC Columbia who loves the Gamecocks, football, four-wheeling, reading, boating, and most importantly, has a heart rooted in family, faith, and helping others. I am the youngest of two in a household whose core values are built on love and resilience. I’ve been shaped by the lessons my parents modeled daily—as a kindergarten teacher and a talented carpenter: show up, work hard, stay grounded, give back, and never lose sight of what matters most. These aren't just values I admire—they're the foundation of who I am. We often think our worth is measured by achievements or statistics. However, what sets me apart from others applying for this scholarship isn't defined by my GPA or the number of advanced courses I’ve taken. It’s how my life experiences have revealed a clear and purposeful path toward nursing—one that blends skill, empathy, and deep, determined commitment. I’ve been blessed to discover two strong passions early on: working with children and pursuing a career in healthcare. Some of my earliest memories were made in the classroom of my elementary school, where I spent countless hours helping my mom. What began as simple visits turned into something meaningful—I found myself returning year after year, volunteering in her kindergarten classroom. I built connections with each group of children, earned their trust, and learned the true value of patience and presence. I saw how something as simple as showing up could change a child’s day, and I knew I wanted to carry that impact forward. Then, during my junior year of high school, my journey took an unexpected turn. On March 10th, we received a phone call that my grandfather—my PopPop—had collapsed and stopped breathing. He passed away that day. It was sudden, with no warning signs, and it shattered me. PopPop meant the world to me. In the middle of that heartbreak, I turned outward—I tried to be strong for my family. I leaned into school as an escape, but I also found myself pulled more deeply toward medicine. Courses like anatomy and medical terminology, along with hospital internships, began as coping mechanisms but quickly turned into sources of inspiration. Grief helped me find purpose. As if that weren’t enough, I began facing my own medical challenges during senior year—random and severe joint pain that left me unable to hold a pencil or even a cup. Despite countless appointments, no clear diagnosis ever came. I felt dismissed and unheard, but my parents stood by me and advocated fiercely. Through them, I learned to advocate for myself, ask the hard questions, and trust my instincts. These experiences—both as a patient and a voice for myself—showed me what compassionate care should look like. They made me want to be a nurse who listens, believes, and never gives up on her patients. The moment it all came together for me was when I shadowed a neonatal transport nurse in the NICU. Surrounded by fragile newborns and anxious families, I saw the kind of strength, clarity, and love it takes to care in the most delicate moments. That day, I knew exactly where I belonged—pediatric nursing. Not just because I love medicine and children, but because I’ve lived through the emotions on both sides of care: the fear, the hope, the unknowns. What gives me an advantage over others is not just my passion—it’s my perspective. I've experienced care as a volunteer, as a grieving granddaughter, and as a patient myself. These experiences have taught me empathy in a way no textbook ever could. They’ve shown me how it feels to be vulnerable, to feel overlooked, and to find healing through human connection. That insight, along with my resilience, work ethic, and faith, will shape the kind of nurse I become—and that gives me a deeper motivation than most. I’m not chasing a career. I’m answering a calling. I believe I deserve this scholarship not because I’ve had it easy, but because I’ve used every challenge to grow, to serve, and to better understand what kind of nurse I want to be. I want to care for not just the child, but their whole family—offering clear communication, comfort, and calm in the middle of the storm. Watching my parents fight for me taught me the power of advocacy. I want to be that kind of advocate—for my patients and their loved ones. This scholarship would allow me to continue on this path with greater focus and fewer financial obstacles. But more than that, it would be an investment in a future pediatric nurse who shows up with compassion, leads with purpose, and brings light into moments that feel heavy. I may not be able to outshine every applicant on paper—but I promise, no one will out-care me. I will bring everything I am into every patient interaction—just like I’ve done every step of the way, and just like I was raised to do: with faith, heart, and hard work.

Selected Paragraph from The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho: “Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams, because every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.” Chasing Dreams, Not Fear: My Journey Toward Pediatric Nursing Thesis: In this passage from The Alchemist, Paulo Coelho reminds us that the greatest danger is not failure, but fear of trying. As I continue my journey toward becoming a pediatric transport nurse—after moving away from home, carrying a 4.0 GPA, and working hard to earn my spot in a competitive nursing program—his words remind me that the struggle is not a sign of weakness but a part of the calling. While this passage is not from ancient philosophy, Paulo Coelho’s The Alchemist reflects timeless philosophical truths that resonate deeply with my own life at a turning point. His words remind me that real pain doesn’t come from the hardships of the journey—but from letting fear keep us from ever beginning. Last year, I moved three hours away from my family and everything familiar to start college and pursue a dream I’ve held for as long as I can remember: to become a pediatric nurse, and one day, a pediatric transport nurse. I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but what I didn’t expect was how much strength it would take—not just academically, but emotionally—to keep going in the face of fear, uncertainty, and pressure. There were days early on when I truly questioned if I was in over my head. I was surrounded by new faces, unfamiliar classrooms, and for the first time being solely responsible for myself on a daily basis. Back home, I had a strong support system—my parents, an older brother, and in high school that one teacher who knew me and was prepared with a pep talk when needed. At college, it was just me, my books, and my belief in the path I had chosen. The fear wasn’t dramatic; it was quiet and constant. It showed up in the little things—second-guessing myself in labs, hesitating to speak up in class, and panic about how to properly study for exams that were more frequent and in depth than ever before. Coelho’s line, “Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself,” reminds me of those moments exactly. I’ve doubted myself. I’ve worried whether I’m good enough, whether I’ll be accepted into the upper-level nursing program, whether I can handle the path I’ve chosen. And now, in my second year, I’m not just dreaming anymore—I’m actively fighting for a spot in one of the most competitive nursing programs in the state of South Carolina. The stakes are higher, the pressure is real, and the work is nonstop. But I haven’t let go of my goal. In fact, I’ve leaned into it! I have become even more determined. Despite the fear and the long hours, I’ve maintained a 4.0 GPA. I’ve committed myself to learning, to growing, and to becoming the kind of student—and future nurse—who doesn’t just meet expectations but exceeds them. That success isn’t because things have been easy. It’s because I’ve chosen to face the difficulty instead of running from it. When panicked about how to study to excel on exams I revisited old habits, learned new techniques, and asked for help if needed. Balancing a full course load with hands-on lab work, study groups, and independent assignments has required intense discipline. I’ve had to learn time management in ways I never had to before. I’ve made sacrifices—staying at school when I wanted to go home for a visit, staying up late, and spending weekends reviewing material instead of relaxing. But I don’t regret it. Every hour I put in reminds me of what I’m working toward. I’ve learned that discipline isn’t just about doing the hard thing—it’s about doing the meaningful thing, over and over again, even when no one is watching. That’s what Coelho means when he says, “no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search of its dreams.” He doesn’t mean the journey is painless. He means it’s purposeful. And there’s a kind of strength that comes from knowing that even on the hard days—especially on the hard days—I’m building something real. Every exam I study for, every hour I work, every moment I doubt myself but choose to try anyway, brings me closer to the future I believe in but also allows me to believe in myself even more. I’ve also learned that fear doesn’t disappear—it evolves. As I grow, the challenges grow with me. Now, my fears are about the future: pathology (one of the most feared courses for nursing students), the upper division application and interview process, the transition from student to professional. But because I’ve already proven I can do hard things—like leave home, succeed in balancing all aspects of college life, and hold a 4.0 GPA (while continuing to work during breaks)—I’m beginning to see that courage isn’t about feeling fearless. It’s about trusting yourself enough to keep going, even when the outcome is uncertain. And that future isn’t abstract. It’s a very specific vision: I want to be the one holding the hand of a sick child in an emergency. I want to be the calm in the chaos during a transport flight. I want to be the nurse who knows what to do when seconds matter and who carries compassion even in crisis. That’s the nurse I’m working to become. Even when I picture the most intense situations—medical helicopters, distressed parents, critically ill children—I don’t feel fear. I feel purpose. That’s how I know I’ve chosen the right path. It’s not about adrenaline or prestige. It’s about being there in moments that matter most, when human life is fragile and trust is everything. It’s about making sure those children—and their families—don’t feel alone. This dream gives me direction. It keeps me grounded when things feel overwhelming. Because this journey is not just about passing classes—it’s about becoming someone my future patients can count on. That’s why I work hard during school, and during breaks, too. I know that everything I’m doing now is shaping the kind of person—and professional—I want to be, the person my parents have raised me to be. Coelho ends the passage by saying, “Every second of the search is a second’s encounter with God and with eternity.” To me, that means that when we live with purpose and chase something bigger than ourselves, we’re never really alone. I feel that truth in quiet moments after a long study session, or when I remind myself why I started. Even when I’m tired or overwhelmed, there’s peace in knowing I’m where I’m meant to be. That faith and fear have no place in the same space because my path was planned for me and I am never alone when walking it. In many ways, I feel closer to something sacred in this pursuit. Not necessarily in a religious sense, but in the sense that caring for others—especially children—is a form of devotion. It demands patience, knowledge, empathy, and clarity. And each step I take in preparing for that responsibility brings me closer to something timeless: the kind of life that leaves a mark not just through success, but through service. This year is not easy. But it is meaningful. I am pushing through fear, doubt, and stress not because I have to—but because I choose to. I’m building a life of service, of strength, and of heart. I’m chasing a dream that matters. And if I’ve learned anything from Coelho’s words, it’s that every step toward that dream—even the hard ones—is sacred. It means I’m not waiting for permission to become who I was meant to be. I’m becoming her, every day.

My decision to pursue nursing is deeply rooted in my family values—faith, service, and compassion—but more than anything, it has been shaped by the journey of my grandfather, a Vietnam veteran, and the care he now requires. My grandfather, “Poppa,” was once a strong, spirited man—a former Mets farm team player, a devoted husband, and a beloved baseball coach known as “Coach Poppa” to generations of kids in our community. After being drafted to serve in Vietnam, he carried the physical and emotional weight of war quietly for decades. He followed in the footsteps of his own father, who served in WWII. I grew up hearing stories of Poppa’s service and struggle with the lasting effects of Agent Orange, but it wasn’t until recent years that I truly understood the toll on his health. Diabetes, kidney failure, and the complications that come with them—sores, spinal infections, port infections, and more—now shape his daily life. My dad manages not only his medical care but many of the daily tasks Poppa can no longer do himself, since he lives close to us. Watching my father become his primary caregiver changed my perspective. He drives Poppa home from dialysis three times a week, manages medications, wraps wounds, and coordinates his hospital and home care. My mom prepares his meals and fulfills his grocery lists down to the smallest detail. This caregiving is constant—but always done in love. Through it, I’ve seen the emotional and physical weight of illness—not just on the patient, but on the entire family. These experiences taught me that nursing is more than clinical skill. It’s advocacy, empathy, and being present in moments of fear, frustration, and vulnerability. That’s the kind of nurse I want to be. Other experiences helped guide me—volunteering in my mom’s kindergarten class, taking medical courses in high school, and interning at a hospital. My teacher, Mrs. Keillor, helped me discover the beauty of combining science with compassion. But it wasn’t until I shadowed a neonatal transport nurse that everything came into focus. In that quiet space filled with tiny heartbeats and anxious parents, I saw where my love for children and healthcare aligned. I knew I wanted to serve in those life-defining moments. That calling deepened during my junior year when I lost my other grandfather, Pop-Pop, suddenly. Grieving while enrolled in medical courses gave new meaning to everything I was learning. I realized I didn’t just want to study medicine—I wanted to use it to help people through their hardest moments. I’m currently pursuing my BSN while balancing an accelerated course load, volunteering, and working every school break at the same job I’ve held since I was 15. I’m proud they continue to welcome me back—it reflects my reliability and commitment. Nursing school is demanding, but I’m not afraid of hard work. I’ve always pushed myself to be focused, dependable, and dedicated. My parents support me in every way they can, but the cost of college is largely mine to carry. This scholarship would relieve a significant financial burden, allowing me to stay focused on my education and future goals. My dream is to work in pediatric or NICU nursing and eventually move into neonatal transport. I want to be the nurse who brings calm in the storm, who understands not only the medical needs of a child but also the emotional needs of the family. For families like mine, who know what it means to love someone through illness, I want to be the nurse they can count on—with heart, strength, and purpose.

As the only daughter and youngest in my family, I’ve grown up surrounded by love, faith, and a strong work ethic that shapes everything we do. My family taught me to face challenges with courage, treat others with kindness, and serve without expecting anything in return. Through both joy and struggle, I learned what it means to truly care for people. This foundation shaped my heart for service—especially for children and families in difficult times. Growing up, I often helped my mom in her kindergarten classroom. What began as simple assistance became something I loved. I discovered a natural connection with children and joy in helping them feel safe and supported. I continued volunteering throughout high school, not only in my mom’s classroom but also at my former elementary school, building relationships with students and supporting teachers. Watching children grow and learn fueled my passion. At the same time, another calling emerged: medicine. Mrs. Keillor, who taught all my medical courses—medical terminology, anatomy, and sports medicine—became the teacher who truly sparked my passion for healthcare. Her energy and love for the field opened my eyes to medicine in a personal and purposeful way. Through her classes, I became fascinated by how science and compassion work together to change lives. Eventually, I interned at a local hospital where those lessons came to life. But it wasn’t until I shadowed a transport nurse in the neonatal unit that everything clicked. In that quiet space filled with tiny heartbeats and anxious parents, I saw where my two passions—children and healthcare—could collide. I knew I wanted to be a nurse who brings calm in the storm, not just for patients, but for the families who love them. This calling deepened during my junior year, when my family faced a heartbreaking loss. My grandfather—my Pop-Pop—collapsed unexpectedly and passed away within hours. The grief was overwhelming, but even in my pain, I comforted others and stepped up in ways I didn’t know I could. I was enrolled in medical courses at the time, but after Pop-Pop’s passing, they took on new meaning. I realized I didn’t just want to work in medicine—I wanted to make a difference during life’s hardest moments. I’ve also faced ongoing health struggles, including unexplained joint pain that left me feeling frustrated, unheard, and vulnerable. These experiences showed me what it’s like to be on the other side of the healthcare system. They made me more empathetic and determined to be the kind of nurse who listens, advocates, and never gives up. Now, as I prepare to enter the upper-level nursing program, my mission is clear: I want to care for the whole person—physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I want to be the nurse who updates a worried parent, holds the hand of a scared child, and brings comfort even when answers are unclear. My goal is to work in pediatric nursing, combining clinical skill with compassion to make hospitals feel less scary and more human. My journey hasn’t been easy, but it’s made me stronger, grounded, and sure of the impact I want to make. This scholarship wouldn’t just support my education—it would invest in a future nurse who will show up with heart, faith, and commitment. I don’t want just a job. I want to walk alongside families through their darkest days, and I want every child I care for to feel seen, safe, and loved—just like I would want for my own.

From a young age, I’ve been shaped by the values of service, faith, hard work, and compassion. As the youngest in a close-knit family, I was raised to love big, believe in myself, give to others, and trust God in all things. My parents’ story—built on bold choices and lasting commitment—taught me the importance of showing up for others. I carry those values with me every day. My decision to pursue nursing, specifically pediatric and neonatal care, is rooted in both personal experience and a deep connection with children. I first discovered a love for working with kids while volunteering in my mom’s kindergarten classroom. What began as small tasks soon became something I truly valued—helping students grow, supporting teachers, and forming real relationships. That connection stayed with me, and I still volunteer in her classroom and others at my former elementary school. Personal challenges deepened my calling. As a freshman, I was in a serious car accident that showed me how vulnerable life can be—and how much comfort skilled, compassionate care can provide. A few years later, I lost my grandfather, someone who meant the world to me. During that difficult season, I had to lean into the empathetic side of myself to support my grieving family. Offering comfort and simply being present taught me what it truly means to care—not just for physical needs, but emotional ones as well. These experiences affirmed my desire to become a nurse who brings both competence and heart to her work. My academic path reinforced that commitment. In high school, I took courses in anatomy, sports medicine, and medical terminology, which deepened my interest in the medical field. I also interned at a local hospital and got a firsthand look at the pace, pressure, and purpose of clinical care. But the moment that brought everything into focus was the day I shadowed a transport nurse in the neonatal unit. Surrounded by fragile newborns and anxious families, I witnessed a kind of care that was steady, intentional, and full of grace. I knew then that nursing wasn’t just a career—it was my calling. I’m not afraid of hard work. I’ve always held high expectations for myself—both academically and personally. Whether taking accelerated courses, volunteering, or working to help pay for school, I’ve consistently done what’s necessary to pursue my goals. I believe dedication and perseverance create opportunity. I also dream of one day having a family of my own. After gaining experience in pediatric and neonatal care, I hope to pursue graduate studies in midwifery to expand my ability to serve young families. Goals give life direction, and I’m committed to pursuing mine with heart and purpose. Beyond clinical care, I’m passionate about advocacy and mentorship. I want to walk with families through their hardest days—offering not just treatment, but compassion, clarity, and friendship. One day, I hope to mentor future nursing students, especially those funding their education independently. I want them to know that grit and heart can carry them through. I may not be more worthy than anyone else applying for this scholarship—but I will honor the opportunity with everything I have. I will work hard, lead with compassion, and use what I learn to make a difference. This scholarship wouldn’t just support my education—it would be an investment in a future nurse who will serve with skill, advocate fiercely, and treat every child as if they were her own.

My name is Chloe. I’m 18, the youngest in a family where love, faith, and hard work are at the heart of everything we do. My parents met on a blind date when my mom was still in high school. Their story—rooted in bold choices and lasting commitment—inspired the values I live by: love big, work hard, put family first, trust God, believe in yourself, give to others, and laugh often. Growing up, I discovered a natural connection with children. My mom, a kindergarten teacher, often brought me into her classroom to volunteer. What started as simple help quickly became something I looked forward to—I found real joy in working with the kids, watching them grow, and earning their trust. That connection has stayed with me over the years, and to this day, I continue volunteering in my mom’s classroom and others at my old elementary school, offering support to teachers and encouragement to students whenever I can. In high school, another passion emerged: medicine. I took courses in medical terminology, anatomy, and sports medicine. I also interned at a local hospital, where I saw how science and compassion come together to change lives. These experiences challenged me to think critically, stay curious, and grow more committed to serving others. Everything came together the day I shadowed a transport nurse in the neonatal unit. There, in that quiet space filled with beeping monitors and tiny heartbeats, I witnessed the care and love given not only to fragile newborns, but to their anxious families. In that moment, I saw how my two passions—working with children and pursuing medicine—could collide into one purpose. I knew I wanted to be a part of that—to be the calm in a storm, a steady hand during a vulnerable time. What makes me worthy of pursuing this dream is not just my passion or experience—it’s my heart and commitment to serve. I don’t just want a job. I want to walk alongside families during their hardest days. I want to be the one who advocates, explains, comforts, and prays. I believe every child deserves to be treated as if they were our own—and I carry that belief deeply. One day, I dream of having a family of my own. And just as my mother has taught me, I will treat every child I encounter as if they are mine. Whether I’m holding the hand of a scared toddler or updating a worried parent, I will care for them, advocate for them, and pray for them every step of the way. My goal is to combine clinical skill with deep compassion—because healing is more than medicine; it’s human connection. I know the road ahead won’t be easy. There will be long nights, difficult decisions, and moments of doubt. But I’m ready. I’ve been shaped by a family that taught me to show up with faith, to work with integrity, and to lead with love. I’ve seen the power of kindness, the importance of trust, and the impact one person can make when they care deeply. I may not be more worthy than anyone else applying for this scholarship—but I promise to honor the opportunity with everything I have. I will work hard, lead with compassion, and use what I learn to make a difference in someone else’s life. This scholarship would not just support my education—it would be an investment in a future nurse who will serve with heart, treat every child as her own, and show up with love and faith when it’s needed most.

My journey toward a career in healthcare hasn’t followed a straight path—it’s been shaped by trauma, perseverance, loss, and resilience. But through every challenge, I’ve grown more certain of the kind of nurse—and person—I want to be. During my freshman year of high school, a car accident left my brother and me shaken. I walked away with a concussion and what seemed like a minor injury—a broken finger—but the recovery was long and complicated. I struggled with persistent headaches, memory loss, and multiple casts and braces. School, once my anchor, became overwhelming. Still, I stayed in honors classes, kept up with my work, and pushed through—even on days when concentrating felt nearly impossible. That experience taught me how to fight for progress when nothing feels easy. My junior year brought a different kind of loss. When my grandfather—my beloved Pop-Pop—passed away suddenly, I wasn’t there in his final moments, but his death devastated me. Instead of having time to grieve, I stepped up to support my mom, who was heartbroken. I put my own pain aside to care for the people I loved. In trying to hold everyone else together, I turned to school for stability. I focused especially on my medical coursework, and in doing so, found purpose and direction. That season of grief confirmed my calling: to walk alongside others through their hardest days. By senior year, I began experiencing unexplained joint pain—episodes so severe I sometimes couldn’t hold a pencil or a cup. Despite numerous appointments, I received no clear diagnosis. I often felt dismissed and unheard. But I didn’t give up. I learned to advocate for myself, to ask hard questions, and to trust my instincts. These experiences—both as a patient and as someone seeking answers—showed me what compassionate care should look like. They fueled my desire to become a nurse who listens, believes, and never gives up on her patients. In high school, I took medical courses like anatomy and medical terminology, completed clinical internships, worked over 25 hours a week, and graduated with a weighted GPA well above 4.0. Those experiences gave me early, hands-on exposure to healthcare and strengthened my commitment to nursing. Since starting college, I’ve continued building on that foundation. I’ve maintained a 4.0 GPA during my first year while working and volunteering during school breaks at my former elementary school. It’s the same school where I once spent afternoons in my mother’s classroom, watching her show up with patience and care for each of her students. She taught me that real service often happens in the quiet, unnoticed moments. I’m grateful I’ve been able to return and continue that work during visits home. Looking ahead, I hope to work in pediatric care or the NICU and eventually train as an emergency transport nurse. In pediatric emergencies, every second matters, and I want to be someone families can count on during the most frightening moments of their lives. One day, I also hope to pursue graduate studies in midwifery to continue expanding how I can care for patients across every stage of life. This journey has tested me in ways I never expected, but it’s also shaped me into someone who is focused, empathetic, and determined to make a difference. I want to bring not just clinical skill, but heart, into every hospital room, every conversation, and every life I touch. This scholarship would ease the financial strain of pursuing my dream—and more importantly, it would be an investment in a future nurse who is committed to leading with compassion and purpose.

My name is Chloe, and I am a pre-nursing student preparing to apply for the upper-level nursing program at USC Columbia this fall. From a young age, I have been inspired by the strength and compassion of those around me. My father, a carpenter, and my mother, a teacher, have shown me what it means to work hard, persevere, and—most importantly—give back. While they support me in every way they can, I know the financial responsibility of my education ultimately rests on my shoulders. I’ve taken that challenge seriously, committing myself to academic and personal growth as I pursue a future in pediatric nursing. My passion for nursing—and particularly pediatric care—comes from personal experience. I’ve seen how nurses are often the steady hand and calming voice that patients and their families rely on during their most vulnerable moments. Their ability to provide expert care and genuine compassion has stayed with me, and I want to be that same source of strength for children and their families. Pediatric nurses hold a unique role: not only treating physical needs, but also creating an environment of safety, trust, and hope during times of fear and uncertainty. To prepare for a career in nursing, I’ve made both academics and real-world experience a top priority. In my final years of high school, I took rigorous medical courses like anatomy and medical terminology, which laid a strong foundation in health sciences. While maintaining a weighted GPA well above 4.0, I also worked more than 25 hours per week and completed multiple medical internships that provided firsthand insight into the healthcare field and confirmed my commitment to nursing. In college, I’ve continued to challenge myself—maintaining a 4.0 GPA during my freshman year while balancing volunteer work, job responsibilities during breaks, and the demands of student life. I know that becoming a nurse is not just about mastering clinical skills—it’s about having the heart to serve. My upbringing taught me the value of community and the importance of lifting others up. I want to carry those lessons into my career by becoming a pediatric nurse who not only treats illness but also advocates for children and their families. Whether it’s calming a frightened child before a procedure or helping parents understand a diagnosis, I want to be a source of reassurance, clarity, and care. In the long term, I hope to work on a pediatric floor or in a NICU, where I can provide specialized care to some of the most vulnerable patients. I also plan to train as a transport nurse, supporting critically ill children during transfers. Eventually, I hope to pursue graduate studies in a midwifery program. Beyond my clinical goals, I’m passionate about mentoring future nursing students—especially those who, like me, may not qualify for significant financial aid and are left to fund most of their education on their own. I want to help them see that, with dedication and support, their goals are within reach. This scholarship would mean more than just financial assistance—it would be an investment in my potential to make a difference. With your support, I can focus more fully on my studies and clinical training without the constant worry of how I will afford my next semester. I am ready to put in the work, and I am committed to using my education and career to create a lasting, positive impact in the lives of children and their families. Thank you for considering my application and for supporting students like me who are working hard to turn our goals into meaningful careers of service.

The moment my world shifted forever came during my junior year of high school when my beloved grandfather—my Pop-Pop—collapsed suddenly and passed away. His unexpected loss shattered me. Though heartbroken, I found myself stepping up to comfort my family, burying my grief in schoolwork, and trying to stay strong. At that time, I felt lost and uncertain about my future. I was enrolled in medical terminology and medical internship courses, initially as part of my academic path, but these classes soon became a source of healing and clarity. Through them, I discovered a new sense of purpose: I wanted to help people the way the nurses and doctors had tried to help my Pop Pop. I realized I didn’t want others to endure loss without someone there to care, guide, and comfort them. That experience sparked a passion for medicine that continues to grow. Pop Pop’s death taught me how fragile life is and how health impacts not only individuals but entire families. Helping one person means protecting many hearts. This became even more personal as I began dealing with ongoing joint pain and no clear diagnosis. Navigating the medical system with unexplained symptoms left me feeling vulnerable and unheard. It was frustrating and isolating but also opened my eyes to the importance of empathy and patient advocacy. These personal challenges influenced my decision to pursue nursing and shaped the nurse I aspire to be: one who listens when answers aren’t clear, offers comfort in uncertainty, and remains present when others feel overwhelmed. My experiences have taught me patience, resilience, and compassion—qualities essential in healthcare. Preparing to apply to the upper-level nursing program this fall, I am proud of my journey. Volunteering in pediatric units, physical therapy floors, and even my former elementary school’s kindergarten classroom has deepened my interest in pediatric nursing. Here, I can combine my love for children with my desire to ease fear in unfamiliar, often frightening environments. I’ve witnessed how small gestures—a warm smile or calm presence—can make a lasting difference to young patients and their families. Ultimately, I want to become a nurse not just to provide clinical care but to bring light during some of life’s darkest moments. I may not save every life, but I hope to be the reason someone feels seen, supported, and less alone. My journey began with loss and pain but has led me toward a future grounded in purpose. Through nursing, I will honor my grandfather’s memory and use my experiences to make a meaningful difference in the lives of others.

During my freshman year of high school, my life changed in an instant. A serious car accident left my brother and me shaken, and I suffered a broken finger and a severe concussion. What seemed like a minor injury—just a finger—turned into months of casting, physical therapy, and patience. The concussion left me with amnesia and persistent symptoms like headaches, confusion, and difficulty concentrating. Despite all of this, I remained enrolled in honors-level classes and maintained a strong GPA. Every day was a challenge, but I refused to fall behind. As if that weren’t enough, during my senior year, I began experiencing unexplained joint pain in places like my wrists, hips, and elbows—sometimes so severe that I couldn’t hold a pencil or a drink. These episodes were random and painful, and I still don’t have a clear diagnosis. Despite the physical challenges, I continued to work over 25 hours a week while keeping up with school. Through all of this, I’ve learned how to be my own advocate, both in the classroom and in the doctor’s office. I’ve had to speak up when things didn’t feel right, ask hard questions, and push for answers—skills I know will be vital in my future career as a pediatric nurse. Despite the ongoing pain and uncertainty, I graduated high school with honors. Now, as a college freshman pursuing nursing, I continue to battle these challenges. My joint issues haven’t gone away, but neither has my determination. I’ve maintained a 4.0 GPA and work during every school break. My path hasn’t been easy, but I’ve learned how to adapt, how to endure, and how to keep moving forward when it would be easier to quit. I believe this journey has prepared me to be a compassionate and resilient pediatric nurse. Children often face medical challenges they don’t understand, and they need someone who can connect with them on both a human and professional level. I know what it feels like to be in a hospital bed, scared and confused, with more questions than answers. I know the frustration of wanting to feel “normal” again. These experiences have shaped not only my perspective but my passion for providing care that is patient-centered, empathetic, and persistent. Being a pediatric nurse isn’t just about caring for the child—it’s also about caring for their family. Parents and loved ones are often just as overwhelmed and in need of support. Watching my own parents advocate for me and help me through difficult moments in my life has given me perspective on just how vital that support can be. I want to be the kind of nurse who can offer reassurance, clear communication, and comfort during some of the most stressful times in a family’s life. Most of all, I will use my experiences to remind every child I work with that they are not alone, that they are stronger than they think, and that there is always someone in their corner who refuses to give up—both for them and their family.

“The two most important qualities are to be nice and hard working.” This simple quote perfectly captures the values that have shaped my life. From school to work to my future in nursing, I’ve built everything on the foundation of kindness and determination. These qualities have helped me persevere through academic challenges, long hours at work, and financial stress—all while remaining grounded in my desire to serve others. Throughout high school, I committed to a rigorous academic path. I enrolled in advanced courses including AP Literature and Composition, IB Math, and Dual Enrollment classes in psychology, sociology, geography, music appreciation, and public speaking. I also pursued a sports medicine track, taking medical terminology and anatomy courses. These courses demanded discipline and long hours, but I never backed down. I pushed myself not just for grades, but because I’ve always believed in giving my best—no matter the task. Beyond the classroom, I gained hands-on experience through internships in physical therapy, pediatrics, and surgical rotations. These experiences taught me that kindness is just as important as clinical skill. Whether I was helping calm a nervous child during a pediatric visit or observing surgeons work with quiet confidence, I saw firsthand how compassion can make a lasting difference. I knew then that being nice wasn’t just a personal value—it was an essential part of the healthcare profession I hope to join. During high school, I also completed numerous volunteer and community service hours through the various honor societies I was a member of, which deepened my commitment to giving back and staying involved in my community. Since I was 15, I’ve worked over 25 hours a week at the same restaurant. Balancing work with a demanding academic schedule was not easy, but it taught me responsibility, patience, and empathy. Serving others under pressure showed me how far a smile or kind word can go. It also taught me how to stay calm and focused, even in stressful situations—skills that I know will serve me well as a future nurse. Financial circumstances have added another layer of challenge to my journey. As I enter my sophomore year of college, I am receiving less in federal grants than I did as a freshman. My parents—a teacher and a carpenter—work extremely hard and have always supported me in every way they can. But I don’t want the financial burden of college to fall solely on them. That’s why I continue to work during every school break and am looking for ways to support myself while in school. These responsibilities are difficult, but they’ve made me stronger and more determined. Despite the obstacles, I’ve continued to stay focused. As a freshman, I took microbiology a semester early, earned a 4.0 GPA, completed volunteer service hours, and went back to work immediately during both winter and summer breaks. This fall, I will begin my sophomore year in the lower division of my pre-nursing program, and I’m excited to apply to the upper division nursing program. Kindness and hard work are not just ideas I admire—they’re the values I live by every day. They’ve helped me succeed in school, build strong relationships, and stay motivated through life’s challenges. As I continue my journey to become a nurse, I will carry these qualities with me, knowing they are just as important in caring for others as any medical skill. I’m proud of how far I’ve come—and I’m ready to keep working hard and treating others with kindness every step of the way.

Discovering who you want to be is often shaped by the events and experiences that leave the deepest mark. These moments can be joyful or heartbreaking, enlightening or traumatic. The path to finding yourself is different for everyone. For me, it was a traumatic experience that turned my life upside down and ultimately helped me discover my purpose. During my junior year of high school, my family received a phone call that changed everything. My grandfather, lovingly called PopPop—had collapsed. He was rushed to the hospital, but tragically, he passed away that same day. His death was sudden and unexpected. He had always seemed healthy, with no warning signs. PopPop meant the world to me, and hearing that he was gone shattered my heart. Although I was grieving deeply, I found myself stepping up to comfort my family. Even in my pain, I tried to be strong for others and buried myself in schoolwork. During this time, I felt lost and unsure of my future. I no longer had a clear vision of what I wanted to do with my life. At the time, I was enrolled in medical terminology and medical internship classes. These courses started as part of my curriculum, but they soon became more. They gave me a sense of direction. Through these classes, I discovered a new purpose: I wanted to help people! I wanted to play a role in saving lives and supporting families—especially during moments of crisis. Losing my PopPop made me realize how fragile life is and how important it is to cherish every moment. The pain of losing someone so close gave me a deeper understanding of grief, and that has inspired me to help others—not just patients, but also their families. I’ve learned that when you help save a life, you’re also protecting the hearts of everyone who loves that person. I’ve also faced my own ongoing health struggles. I live with daily joint pain that has been difficult to diagnose, often leaving me without clear answers or treatment. This experience has taught me what it feels like to be vulnerable, unheard, and uncertain. It’s given me a unique empathy for patients who are navigating complex, unresolved health issues. I understand their frustration and fear because I’ve lived it myself—and I plan to use that firsthand knowledge to be a more compassionate and patient-focused nurse. As I prepare to begin my sophomore year of college, I’m proud to apply to the upper level nursing program. This path allows me to fulfill my purpose by caring for people physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I want to be the nurse who offers strength, support, and a warm smile. While I know I won’t be able to save every life, I hope to make a difference through compassion, presence, and empathy. I’ve also developed a particular passion for pediatric nursing. This combines my love for children with the clinical experience I gained during internships in pediatric units and physical therapy floors. Volunteering in my former elementary school’s kindergarten classroom shaped this passion even more. Helping young students feel safe and cared for showed me how much children need support and comfort—especially in unfamiliar environments like hospitals. This journey began with heartbreak and personal struggle, but it has led me to a future filled with purpose. I want to become a nurse not just to heal the sick, but to bring peace and hope to those who are suffering. Through this calling, I hope to honor my PopPop’s memory and use both my personal loss and health challenges to truly connect with and care for others.

Discovering who you want to be is often shaped by the experiences that leave the deepest mark. For me, it was a traumatic event that turned my world upside down and ultimately led me to my purpose. During my junior year of high school, my family received a phone call that changed everything. My grandfather—lovingly called PopPop—had collapsed. He was rushed to the hospital, but tragically passed away the same day. It was sudden, with no warning signs. PopPop meant the world to me, and losing him shattered my heart. Despite my grief, I found myself trying to be strong for my family. I buried myself in schoolwork and tried to provide comfort to those around me. At the same time, I felt lost. I no longer had a clear vision for my future. I was enrolled in medical terminology and medical internship classes, which had originally just been part of my curriculum. But as I continued, these classes began to give me something more: direction. They helped me realize that I wanted to help others, especially in times of crisis. I wanted to be someone who could offer hope and healing to patients and families alike. Losing PopPop made me understand how fragile life is and how meaningful it is to cherish every moment. That pain gave me a deeper empathy for others going through loss or fear. I realized that helping save lives also means supporting the hearts of the people who love those patients. I’ve also faced my own health struggles. I live with daily joint pain that remains undiagnosed. Navigating these uncertain medical challenges has taught me what it feels like to be vulnerable and unheard. Because of this, I’ve developed a strong sense of empathy for patients who are dealing with chronic or confusing health issues. I know their frustration—I’ve lived it. I plan to bring that personal understanding into every room I walk into as a nurse. Now, as I prepare to enter my sophomore year of college, I’m proud to be applying to the upper-level nursing program. This next step feels like the natural continuation of the journey I began after losing PopPop. I want to care for people physically, emotionally, and spiritually. While I know I can’t save every life, I hope to offer every patient compassion, strength, and a warm smile. Pediatric nursing is where my heart is leading me. My internships in pediatric units and physical therapy departments sparked this interest, but it truly grew through my volunteer work at my old elementary school, especially in my mom’s kindergarten classroom. Watching her care for her students with such patience and love inspired me to do the same. Working with those children reminded me how important it is to help kids feel safe and supported—especially in unfamiliar environments like hospitals. I want to be the kind of nurse who brings comfort and calm to young patients and their families. This journey began with heartbreak, but it has led to a future filled with purpose. I want to become a nurse not just to heal bodies, but to bring peace and hope to those who are suffering. Through this calling, I hope to honor my PopPop’s memory and use both my personal loss and health challenges to connect deeply with others. Nursing isn’t just a career for me—it’s a mission to serve with heart, healing, and humanity.

Discovering who you want to be is often shaped by the events and experiences that leave the deepest mark. These moments can be joyful or heartbreaking, enlightening or traumatic. The path to finding yourself is different for everyone. For me, it was a traumatic experience that turned my life upside down and ultimately helped me discover my purpose. During my junior year of high school, my family received a phone call that changed everything. My grandfather, lovingly called PopPop—had collapsed. He was rushed to the hospital, but tragically, he passed away that same day. His death was sudden and unexpected. He had always seemed healthy, with no warning signs. PopPop meant the world to me, and hearing that he was gone shattered my heart. Although I was grieving deeply, I found myself stepping up to comfort my family. Even in my pain, I tried to be strong for others and buried myself in schoolwork. During this time, I felt lost and unsure of my future. I no longer had a clear vision of what I wanted to do with my life. At the time, I was enrolled in medical terminology and medical internship classes. These courses started as part of my curriculum, but they soon became more. They gave me a sense of direction. Through these classes, I discovered a new purpose: I wanted to help people! I wanted to play a role in saving lives and supporting families—especially during moments of crisis. Losing my PopPop made me realize how fragile life is and how important it is to cherish every moment. The pain of losing someone so close gave me a deeper understanding of grief, and that has inspired me to help others—not just patients, but also their families. I’ve learned that when you help save a life, you’re also protecting the hearts of everyone who loves that person. I’ve also faced my own ongoing health struggles. I live with daily joint pain that has been difficult to diagnose, often leaving me without clear answers or treatment. This experience has taught me what it feels like to be vulnerable, unheard, and uncertain. It’s given me a unique empathy for patients who are navigating complex, unresolved health issues. I understand their frustration and fear because I’ve lived it myself—and I plan to use that firsthand knowledge to be a more compassionate and patient-focused nurse. As I prepare to begin my sophomore year of college, I’m proud to apply to the upper level nursing program. This path allows me to fulfill my purpose by caring for people physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I want to be the nurse who offers strength, support, and a warm smile. While I know I won’t be able to save every life, I hope to make a difference through compassion, presence, and empathy. I’ve also developed a particular passion for pediatric nursing. This combines my love for children with the clinical experience I gained during internships in pediatric units and physical therapy floors. Volunteering in my former elementary school’s kindergarten classroom shaped this passion even more. Helping young students feel safe and cared for showed me how much children need support and comfort—especially in unfamiliar environments like hospitals. This journey began with heartbreak and personal struggle, but it has led me to a future filled with purpose. I want to become a nurse not just to heal the sick, but to bring peace and hope to those who are suffering. Through this calling, I hope to honor my PopPop’s memory and use both my personal loss and health challenges to truly connect with and care for others.

Discovering who you want to be is often shaped by the events and experiences that leave the deepest mark. These moments can be joyful or heartbreaking, enlightening or traumatic. The path to finding yourself is different for everyone. For me, it was a traumatic experience that turned my life upside down and ultimately helped me discover my purpose. During my junior year of high school, my family received a phone call that changed everything. My grandfather, lovingly called PopPop—had collapsed. He was rushed to the hospital, but tragically, he passed away that same day. His death was sudden and unexpected. He had always seemed healthy, with no warning signs. PopPop meant the world to me, and hearing that he was gone shattered my heart. Although I was grieving deeply, I found myself stepping up to comfort my family. Even in my pain, I tried to be strong for others and buried myself in schoolwork. During this time, I felt lost and unsure of my future. I no longer had a clear vision of what I wanted to do with my life. At the time, I was enrolled in medical terminology and medical internship classes. These courses started as part of my curriculum, but they soon became more. They gave me a sense of direction. Through these classes, I discovered a new purpose: I wanted to help people! I wanted to play a role in saving lives and supporting families—especially during moments of crisis. Losing my PopPop made me realize how fragile life is and how important it is to cherish every moment. The pain of losing someone so close gave me a deeper understanding of grief, and that has inspired me to help others—not just patients, but also their families. I’ve learned that when you help save a life, you’re also protecting the hearts of everyone who loves that person. I’ve also faced my own ongoing health struggles. I live with daily joint pain that has been difficult to diagnose, often leaving me without clear answers or treatment. This experience has taught me what it feels like to be vulnerable, unheard, and uncertain. It’s given me a unique empathy for patients who are navigating complex, unresolved health issues. I understand their frustration and fear because I’ve lived it myself—and I plan to use that firsthand knowledge to be a more compassionate and patient-focused nurse. As I prepare to begin my sophomore year of college, I’m proud to apply to the upper level nursing program. This path allows me to fulfill my purpose by caring for people physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I want to be the nurse who offers strength, support, and a warm smile. While I know I won’t be able to save every life, I hope to make a difference through compassion, presence, and empathy. I’ve also developed a particular passion for pediatric nursing. This combines my love for children with the clinical experience I gained during internships in pediatric units and physical therapy floors. Volunteering in my former elementary school’s kindergarten classroom shaped this passion even more. Helping young students feel safe and cared for showed me how much children need support and comfort—especially in unfamiliar environments like hospitals. This journey began with heartbreak and personal struggle, but it has led me to a future filled with purpose. I want to become a nurse not just to heal the sick, but to bring peace and hope to those who are suffering. Through this calling, I hope to honor my PopPop’s memory and use both my personal loss and health challenges to truly connect with and care for others.

Discovering who you want to be is often shaped by the events and experiences that leave the deepest mark. These moments can be joyful or heartbreaking, enlightening or traumatic. The path to finding yourself is different for everyone. For me, it was a traumatic experience that turned my life upside down and ultimately helped me discover my purpose. During my junior year of high school, my family received a phone call that changed everything. My grandfather, lovingly called PopPop—had collapsed. He was rushed to the hospital, but tragically, he passed away that same day. His death was sudden and unexpected. He had always seemed healthy, with no warning signs. PopPop meant the world to me, and hearing that he was gone shattered my heart. Although I was grieving deeply, I found myself stepping up to comfort my family. Even in my pain, I tried to be strong for others and buried myself in schoolwork. During this time, I felt lost and unsure of my future. I no longer had a clear vision of what I wanted to do with my life. At the time, I was enrolled in medical terminology and medical internship classes. These courses started as part of my curriculum, but they soon became more. They gave me a sense of direction. Through these classes, I discovered a new purpose: I wanted to help people! I wanted to play a role in saving lives and supporting families—especially during moments of crisis. Losing my PopPop made me realize how fragile life is and how important it is to cherish every moment. The pain of losing someone so close gave me a deeper understanding of grief, and that has inspired me to help others—not just patients, but also their families. I’ve learned that when you help save a life, you’re also protecting the hearts of everyone who loves that person. I’ve also faced my own ongoing health struggles. I live with daily joint pain that has been difficult to diagnose, often leaving me without clear answers or treatment. This experience has taught me what it feels like to be vulnerable, unheard, and uncertain. It’s given me a unique empathy for patients who are navigating complex, unresolved health issues. I understand their frustration and fear because I’ve lived it myself—and I plan to use that firsthand knowledge to be a more compassionate and patient-focused nurse. As I prepare to begin my sophomore year of college, I’m proud to apply to the upper level nursing program. This path allows me to fulfill my purpose by caring for people physically, emotionally, and spiritually. I want to be the nurse who offers strength, support, and a warm smile. While I know I won’t be able to save every life, I hope to make a difference through compassion, presence, and empathy. I’ve also developed a particular passion for pediatric nursing. This combines my love for children with the clinical experience I gained during internships in pediatric units and physical therapy floors and volunteering in my former elementary school’s kindergarten classrooms. Helping young students feel safe and cared for showed me how much children need support and comfort—especially in unfamiliar environments like hospitals. This journey began with heartbreak and personal struggle, but it has led me to a future filled with purpose. I want to become a nurse not just to heal the sick, but to bring peace and hope to those who are suffering. Through this calling, I hope to honor my PopPop by truly connecting with and caring for others. I learned about the scholarship through Bold.org.