Nursing gives me a chance to serve others in their most vulnerable moments. My goal is to become the kind of nurse who brings clarity, strength, and calm to patients and families when they feel overwhelmed. I am committed to this path because I believe people deserve care that honors their dignity, no matter what condition they are in or where they come from. As a male nursing student, I want to help widen the path for others like me. Men are underrepresented in this field, and that can make it harder for young boys or male students to see themselves in this role. I plan to speak openly about my journey, mentor others who are thinking about this profession, and be an example of how meaningful this work can be. It matters when someone can see themselves in the person walking into the room with a stethoscope around their neck. I also want to focus on trauma-informed care. Many patients walk into hospitals carrying more than physical pain. Whether from abuse, addiction, or past medical neglect, trauma often goes unspoken. I believe nurses have a unique opportunity to notice the signs, listen carefully, and approach each case with deeper understanding. I have lived through trauma myself, and I know how much it means when someone treats you like a person, not a problem. Another area I care about is supporting the well-being of nurses. I’ve spoken to many who feel burned out, under-supported, and emotionally drained. I want to be a part of the movement that changes that. We cannot expect good care for patients without protecting the health of the people doing the work. That means better support systems, open conversations about mental health, and a culture where asking for help is not seen as weakness. My long-term goal is to become a psychiatric nurse and work with both veterans and underserved populations. I believe healing is possible when someone takes the time to truly listen. I want to be that person. I want to be the one who shows up, follows through, and creates a sense of safety for those who may have gone too long without it. If I am awarded this scholarship, I will carry the legacy of Jase Davidsaver with pride and humility. I will continue forward with a clear purpose and deep respect for the path ahead. Every class I take and every shift I work will bring me closer to the kind of nurse who makes a real impact: quietly, consistently, and without needing praise.

Some wounds you can see. Others you carry beneath the surface. I live with both. As a disabled U.S. Army veteran, I carry the scars of war—some visible, like the mobility impairments I sustained from an IED blast in Afghanistan, and others less obvious, like the chronic pain and psychological trauma that linger long after the battlefield has quieted. But these challenges have not defined my limitations; they have defined my purpose. In 2009, while deployed in Helmand Province, my convoy struck an improvised explosive device. I was the only survivor. I suffered extensive orthopedic injuries, underwent numerous surgeries, and began a long, painful road of physical rehabilitation. Even today, I live with permanent mobility impairments that affect everything from how I walk to how long I can sit in a classroom chair. But the biggest impact of my disability has not been on my body—it’s been on how I see the world and what I believe I’m called to do within it. Navigating life after combat as a disabled veteran was not easy. Simple tasks became complex. My identity as a soldier had to evolve into something new. I became a single father to my daughter, Adysen, who has been my greatest source of strength and motivation. I also became a mentor to other veterans, helping them navigate their own healing journeys. These experiences helped me realize that while I could no longer serve on the frontlines, I could still serve—just in a different uniform. That realization led me back to school. I’m currently pursuing my Master’s Entry in Nursing Practice (MENP) at Elmhurst University. My goal is to become a psychiatric nurse practitioner, specializing in trauma-informed care for veterans, first responders, and underserved populations. I believe that those of us who have endured the deepest wounds are often best positioned to help others heal. I want to turn my lived experience into professional expertise—combining clinical skill with hard-earned empathy to walk alongside others through their pain. Living with a disability has taught me patience, adaptability, and relentless determination. I've had to advocate for accommodations, adjust to physical limitations, and prove—again and again—that I am capable, even when the world sees my disability before my ability. It’s also taught me compassion. Whether volunteering with a local veteran support group or mentoring first-generation students with disabilities, I’ve committed myself to lifting others up, just as others once did for me. The financial burden of graduate school is heavy, especially as a single parent living on a fixed income. Scholarships like this one don’t just make education possible—they affirm that stories like mine matter. Receiving the TRAM Resilience Scholarship would help me cover tuition, purchase adaptive equipment, and reduce the stress that comes from balancing medical bills, school fees, and parenting responsibilities. More importantly, it would empower me to keep moving forward toward a future where I help others rise from their own brokenness. My disability may have changed the way I walk, but it never changed my direction. I walk now with greater purpose—toward a life of service, healing, and hope. With your support, I will continue this journey, not as a victim of circumstance, but as a leader shaped by resilience.

I never thought surviving a warzone would lead me to my life’s greatest purpose—but it did. My name is Alex, and I’m a disabled U.S. Army veteran, a single father, and a first-generation graduate student chasing a dream far bigger than myself: to transform pain into purpose and become a psychiatric nurse practitioner who can truly heal the wounds we can’t see. My journey began in a small Midwestern town, where opportunity was scarce, but faith and grit were abundant. I enlisted in the Army at 18, seeking stability, structure, and a chance to be part of something greater. After deploying to Iraq and Afghanistan, I was wounded in a 2009 IED blast that killed two of my closest friends. That moment shattered my body and spirit—but it also sparked something deeper: the belief that surviving meant I had a responsibility to lead a life of service, not despite my trauma, but because of it. When I medically retired from the military, I returned home to raise my daughter, Adysen, as a single dad. She was born while I was still in uniform, and from day one, I knew I had to be everything for her—provider, protector, teacher, and cheerleader. Raising her while navigating my own recovery and transitioning to civilian life taught me more about resilience than any battlefield ever could. It also gave me a new mission: to help others find healing through compassion, community, and care. That mission brought me back to school. I’m currently enrolled in the Master’s Entry in Nursing Practice (MENP) program at Elmhurst University, working toward my goal of becoming a psychiatric nurse practitioner. My passion lies in trauma recovery, particularly for veterans, underserved youth, and those struggling with mental health challenges who are often overlooked or misjudged. I believe that real healing requires more than medication—it requires trust, empathy, and the ability to see people not as problems to be solved, but as stories to be heard. My story is one of setbacks turned into stepping stones. From learning to walk again after my injuries to juggling school, caregiving, and financial strain on a fixed income, every hardship has fueled my determination. What drives me isn’t just ambition—it’s a calling to break cycles of silence around mental health, to be a voice for those who have lost theirs, and to create spaces where people feel safe enough to heal. The values behind the Doc & Glo Scholarship—resilience, kindness, and self-belief—mirror the values I live by daily. My late grandparents instilled similar lessons in me: always show up, stay humble, and serve others with love. Receiving this scholarship would not only lighten my financial burden, allowing me to focus on school and providing stability for my daughter—it would affirm that my journey, with all its scars and triumphs, has value beyond the battles I’ve fought. I may not wear a uniform anymore, but I’m still on a mission—to build a future where healing is accessible, dignity is non-negotiable, and no one has to face their struggles alone. This is more than just my story—it’s the beginning of the legacy I hope to leave.

Cariloop’s Caregiver Scholarship Essay Caregiving, for me, has never been a part-time role or temporary season—it has been a defining chapter in my life story. As a disabled U.S. Army veteran, a single father, and the primary emotional and logistical caregiver for both my daughter and aging extended family, caregiving has meant balancing survival, responsibility, and purpose—often all at once. My journey has not been easy, but it has been deeply meaningful. It has shaped the man, student, and future nurse I am becoming. My most profound caregiving responsibility has been to my daughter, Adysen. Born in 2010, Adysen has grown up with a father navigating the long-term effects of a combat-related disability, including chronic pain, PTSD, and mobility challenges. I’ve raised her as a single parent, ensuring she never lacked for love, support, or guidance—even when I felt empty myself. From making school lunches and helping with homework to advocating for her dreams of becoming a traveling nurse, I have remained her steady anchor. Through every soccer practice, every doctor's appointment, and every late-night talk about life, I’ve done my best to model resilience and compassion. In addition to raising my daughter, I have also served as a caregiver for my mom, who has dementia and problems with limited mobility. When others needed help—whether with transportation to appointments, managing medications, or simply providing companionship—I stepped in. Caregiving in these cases meant more than just tasks; it meant showing up, even when no one else did. It meant being present in the hard, messy moments of life. These responsibilities have had a profound impact on me. Caregiving has taught me patience, empathy, time management, and the ability to prioritize others without losing sight of my own goals. It has shown me the sacredness of human dignity—especially in moments of vulnerability—and revealed my passion for mental health and trauma recovery. These experiences pushed me to pursue my Master’s Entry in Nursing Practice (MENP) with the goal of becoming a psychiatric nurse practitioner focused on trauma-informed care. I want to work at the intersection of clinical support and emotional healing, particularly for veterans, single parents, and underserved communities. My own journey as a caregiver has given me not just the qualifications—but the heart—to do this work with compassion and purpose. Juggling graduate coursework, parenting, caregiving, and managing a fixed income has not been without sacrifice. Financial strain is a constant weight. As a low-income student, every dollar goes toward essentials—rent, groceries, utility bills, transportation, and school fees. There have been times when I’ve had to choose between paying for textbooks or keeping the lights on. Receiving this scholarship would not only relieve financial pressure—it would be a lifeline. It would allow me to focus more fully on my studies, maintain stability for my daughter, and invest in the long-term goal of giving back to others as a nurse and caregiver advocate. More importantly, this scholarship would be a powerful affirmation that the work of caregiving matters. Too often, caregivers remain invisible—especially those of us who are balancing caregiving with higher education. This scholarship would not only help me afford the education I need to make a difference, but it would also honor the unseen sacrifices that have shaped my path. It would allow me to tell my daughter, with conviction, that showing up for others—even when it’s hard—is worth it. Caregiving has shaped me into a leader, an advocate, and a man of faith. It has taught me that strength is not found in what we endure alone, but in how we carry others along the way. This scholarship represents more than financial support—it is a beacon of hope for caregivers like me who dare to dream bigger, even while carrying the weight of others on our shoulders. With your support, I will continue to lead with heart, serve with integrity, and build a future where compassion is the standard of care.

Build and Bless Leadership Scholarship Essay My faith in Jesus Christ is the cornerstone of my identity, the compass by which I navigate leadership, and the fuel that sustains my calling to serve others with humility, integrity, and grace. As a veteran of the U.S. Army and a survivor of the war in Afghanistan, I have endured tremendous loss—physically, emotionally, and spiritually. Yet, it was in the depths of trauma that I discovered the true nature of godly leadership: not power or position, but sacrificial service. Faith has shaped every aspect of how I lead, reminding me that leadership is not about personal gain, but about lifting others up, especially in their brokenness. In the military, I served as a Staff Sergeant responsible for the lives and development of younger soldiers. After surviving an IED blast that took the lives of two of my closest brothers-in-arms, I found myself consumed by grief, survivor’s guilt, and questions that shook the core of my being. Faith became more than tradition in that dark season—it became a lifeline. Through prayer, scripture, and the ministry of fellow believers, I learned to lean not on my own understanding but on God's promise that He “works all things together for good” (Romans 8:28). That revelation changed my heart and, in turn, changed how I lead others. One of the most profound examples of leading through faith occurred after I returned home and began mentoring other veterans and students dealing with PTSD, moral injury, and directionless transition. As a volunteer at a local church ministry that serves former servicemembers, I helped launch a faith-based recovery group centered around the themes of restoration and purpose in Christ. Many of the individuals who walked through our doors were hardened, angry, or deeply wounded. They didn’t need a sermon—they needed someone who would walk alongside them. My leadership in that space wasn’t about commanding attention; it was about modeling Christ-like empathy, consistency, and vulnerability. I shared my own testimony—the pain, the doubts, the nights I cried out to God—and how Christ met me in those places. Slowly, I saw walls come down. I witnessed men weep for the first time in years, confess their burdens, and pray together. One of the men I mentored went on to lead a group of his own and has since begun seminary training. That ripple effect—grounded not in charisma but in Christ—is what godly leadership looks like. This experience has solidified my vision for the future. I am currently pursuing my Master’s Entry in Nursing Practice with the intention of becoming a psychiatric nurse practitioner. I want to continue integrating faith-based principles into trauma recovery for veterans, youth, and underserved populations. I believe God is calling me to be a bridge between the clinical and the spiritual, where leadership flows from compassion and conviction, not credentials. In a world that increasingly measures leadership by status or social media followers, I remain committed to Jesus' words: “Whoever wants to be first must be your servant” (Matthew 20:27). Faith is not just the foundation of my leadership—it is its lifeblood. Through that faith, I will continue to build up, bless, and lead others into healing and hope.

My journey to nursing didn’t begin in a classroom—it began in a war zone. I served as a Staff Sergeant in the U.S. Army, where I led combat patrols across Iraq and Afghanistan. My military career came to an abrupt and life-altering end when I survived an IED blast in Helmand Province that claimed the lives of two of my closest brothers-in-arms. The physical injuries were visible; the psychological trauma less so. In the aftermath, I was medically retired and left to redefine who I was and what purpose I could still serve. I didn’t know it at the time, but that experience would ultimately lead me to a career in nursing. For a while, I struggled to reconcile the life I had with the life I was now forced to live. I was a father, a veteran, a survivor—but I felt adrift. What brought me stability and healing during that difficult transition wasn’t just surgery or medication—it was nursing care. It was the ICU nurse who held my hand during moments of panic. It was the night shift nurse who took time to explain things when I was too proud to ask. It was the mental health nurse who helped me begin the long process of recovering not just my body, but my spirit. That was my “aha” moment—not a sudden epiphany, but a slow, steady realization: I wanted to be *that person* for someone else. I wanted to be the nurse who shows up when everything falls apart. That quiet calling became louder with time, and at 42 years old, I decided to return to school to become a nurse. I am currently a graduate student at Elmhurst University, enrolled in the Master’s Entry in Nursing Practice (MENP) program. This is my second career—a deliberate, values-driven decision to serve again, this time in scrubs instead of uniform. As a nontraditional student, the journey hasn’t been easy. I’ve juggled academics, clinicals, parenting, and managing a combat-related disability. But I’ve also brought something invaluable to this experience: perspective. I understand the privilege and responsibility of caring for someone in their most vulnerable moments. I know what it feels like to be the patient—and that makes me fiercely committed to being the best nurse I can be. Joseph Joshua Searor’s story resonates deeply with me. Like him, I returned to nursing education later in life, driven by passion and purpose. His legacy as a dedicated nurse pursuing advancement in his 40s mirrors my own goals. I hope to follow in those footsteps—first as a registered nurse, and eventually as a nurse practitioner specializing in trauma-informed care for veterans and underserved communities. This scholarship would help relieve the financial stress that comes with full-time graduate studies, allowing me to stay focused on clinical training and long-term impact. More than that, it would honor the legacy of someone who, like me, believed it’s never too late to answer the call.

At age 40, most people are focused on maintaining stability. For me, turning 40 marked a courageous decision to begin again. My life journey has been anything but conventional. I served as a Staff Sergeant in the U.S. Army, where I led combat patrols in Iraq and Afghanistan until a devastating IED blast in Helmand Province changed my path forever. That explosion left me with physical injuries, invisible wounds of trauma, and the tragic loss of two of my closest brothers-in-arms. I was medically retired and returned home not just as a veteran, but as a survivor navigating an uncertain civilian future. For years, I lived with the weight of survivor’s guilt, chronic pain, and the challenge of redefining my purpose. But through all of that, one thing remained constant: the belief that service didn’t end with my uniform. I just needed a new way to fulfill it. At 42, I enrolled in the Master’s Entry in Nursing Practice (MENP) program at Elmhurst University. This was not an easy decision. Like Debra S. Jackson, I had built a life around a demanding career—only mine had been in the military, not retail. Starting over meant facing fears, managing a disability, and learning alongside students half my age. But I wasn’t there for comfort. I was there to become the nurse I once needed. My values—resilience, empathy, and service—were shaped on the battlefield and refined in hospital beds during my recovery. I now view nursing not simply as a career, but as a second calling. I’ve chosen to specialize in psychiatric-mental health nursing, with a focus on trauma-informed care for veterans, first responders, and underserved populations. My goal is to bridge the gap between physical health and mental wellness, helping individuals find healing even in the darkest moments—just as others once helped me. Returning to school has reawakened my sense of purpose and ignited new aspirations. I hope to not only provide direct care but eventually lead community-based initiatives that improve access to behavioral healthcare. I’m also committed to mentoring other nontraditional students, especially veterans and adult learners, to show them that it’s never too late to transform pain into purpose. This scholarship would lift a significant financial burden and allow me to continue my education without compromising my ability to provide for my daughter and contribute to my community. More importantly, it would affirm the belief that second chances are real—and that with grit, grace, and support, we can redefine what’s possible at any stage of life. I am proud to walk the same path Debra once did—one of bravery, reinvention, and renewed purpose. Like her, I believe in the power of education to change lives. And like her, I intend to use mine to give back.

As a former Staff Sergeant in the U.S. Army and a current nursing student at Elmhurst University, I’ve spent much of my life driven by a relentless hunger—not for titles or accolades, but for service, growth, and meaningful impact. That hunger was forged in war zones and refined in hospital wards. It’s what carried me through surviving an IED explosion in Afghanistan, and it’s what drives me now as I prepare for a career in nursing, where I can continue to serve others with the same commitment and intensity that defined my military service. During a recent clinical rotation at a long-term care facility in Illinois, I had the opportunity to demonstrate what hunger in healthcare truly means. The unit was short-staffed and strained, and many patients were experiencing declines not just in physical health but in emotional well-being. Rather than simply complete my assigned student responsibilities, I looked for ways to support the team beyond the bare minimum. I volunteered to assist during off-hours, helped organize patient care documentation to streamline transitions between shifts, and took the time to learn from CNAs and LPNs whose perspectives often go underappreciated. One day, I noticed a nonverbal stroke patient showing signs of escalating agitation. As someone who has personally endured PTSD and trauma-related triggers, I recognized the subtle shifts in his body language and expressions. I stayed by his side, adjusted the room environment to lower stimulation, and used a calm presence to de-escalate the situation. His care team was unaware that he had experienced a recent traumatic fall, which was later discovered to be the cause of his distress. By advocating for more detailed communication handoffs and helping initiate a brief trauma-informed care workshop for staff, I sparked a small change with meaningful ripple effects. In that moment, I didn’t just perform the duties of a nursing student—I went above and beyond to ensure a patient’s dignity and comfort, while also addressing a systemic communication gap. My efforts were rooted in hunger: the drive to learn more, do more, and serve better. Being hungry means doing what’s right even when it’s not required, taking initiative even when no one asks, and pushing for progress even when the path isn’t clear. It means caring enough to stay late, speak up, and give 100% to someone who may never know your name. That’s what I strive to do as I train to become a registered nurse—not just someone who administers care, but someone who lives it, every day. This scholarship would empower me to continue pursuing my Master’s Entry in Nursing Practice (MENP) degree at Elmhurst University. It would allow me to carry forward the DxTx values by remaining focused, unrelenting, and deeply committed to a future in which I not only serve patients but elevate the standard of care in my Illinois community.

If there is one value that defines how I approach both life and nursing, it is being *hungry*—not for recognition or reward, but for growth, service, and impact. That hunger was forged in the U.S. Army, where I served as a Staff Sergeant until an IED blast in Afghanistan changed the trajectory of my life. After being medically retired and navigating a long and painful recovery, I made a commitment: I would redirect my energy into serving others the way I had once been served—through healthcare, and more specifically, nursing. I brought that same hunger into the classroom and clinical settings when I began my graduate nursing education at Elmhurst University. But one moment that stands out came during a high-stress clinical rotation in a long-term care facility. Staff shortages and burnout were rampant, and morale among both patients and team members was low. Rather than stay within the narrow bounds of my assigned student responsibilities, I took initiative. I arrived early, stayed late, and asked the licensed nurses how I could be most helpful beyond the textbook duties. One evening, I noticed an elderly patient growing increasingly agitated—he was nonverbal due to a stroke, but clearly distressed. His chart indicated a history of PTSD, and having lived through that reality myself, I recognized subtle signs of panic. I stepped in to sit with him and initiated a calming presence, using gentle touch and maintaining a low, consistent tone. I advocated for repositioning his bed to reduce stimulus, and later learned that it was his first day back after a traumatic fall. The staff hadn't been made aware due to a communication gap in the handoff. This wasn't part of the nursing student checklist, but I knew from experience how crucial trauma-informed care could be—especially when words fail. The charge nurse later told me that my attentiveness prevented the situation from escalating to a full-blown behavioral crisis. My hunger to go beyond expectations not only improved one patient’s immediate experience—it highlighted a flaw in communication handoffs, prompting the team to revise their process for flagging psychological risk factors. Being “hungry” in healthcare isn’t about ambition for its own sake—it’s about having the drive to do what’s right even when no one’s watching, and the humility to know you’re never finished learning. My military background taught me the value of preparation and teamwork; nursing has taught me the importance of presence and precision. In that moment, I brought them together to deliver care that was proactive, not reactive. And to me, that is what hunger looks like in action. This scholarship would support me in continuing my Master’s Entry in Nursing Practice (MENP) education at Elmhurst University—allowing me to stay focused on developing into a future nurse who doesn’t just meet expectations but exceeds them through ethical action, humility, and constant curiosity.

For me, nursing is not just a career path—it’s a calling born from hardship, resilience, and a deep desire to serve. I am a retired U.S. Army Staff Sergeant and the lone survivor of an IED blast in Afghanistan that took the lives of two of my closest brothers-in-arms. The physical wounds I sustained were severe, but it was the invisible injuries—grief, trauma, survivor’s guilt—that truly tested me. During my long recovery, I came to understand the profound impact that compassionate, skillful nursing care can have on someone who feels lost in the chaos of pain and uncertainty. It wasn’t just about medical treatment. The nurses who cared for me restored more than my health—they restored my humanity. They listened when I needed to be heard, supported me when I felt hopeless, and showed me that healing isn’t just physical. It was in those moments of vulnerability that I realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life doing for others what had been done for me. That revelation led me to pursue a nursing degree through the Master’s Entry in Nursing Practice (MENP) program at Elmhurst University. I chose this path because nursing uniquely allows me to blend clinical excellence with compassion, leadership with humility, and science with service. My goal is to specialize in psychiatric-mental health nursing and eventually work in both direct care and community outreach capacities. I want to be the advocate for people who are too often forgotten—veterans, trauma survivors, the homeless, and those living with mental illness. I believe that nurses serve not just within hospital walls but as leaders and educators in their communities. I plan to contribute to my community by launching programs that increase access to trauma-informed mental health care, especially for underserved populations. Through partnerships with local clinics, schools, and veteran service organizations, I want to implement mobile outreach teams and crisis intervention workshops that address mental health stigma and promote early intervention. In addition, I want to mentor future nurses—particularly those from nontraditional backgrounds or those facing adversity—to show them that strength often comes from the very challenges we overcome. My own journey has shown me that healing is never linear, and sometimes the best care provider is someone who’s walked through fire and come out the other side still standing. Nursing is more than a degree; it is a lifelong commitment to serve with empathy, act with integrity, and lead with purpose. As I move forward in this journey, I carry the memory of those I lost, the strength of those who helped me recover, and a deep gratitude for every opportunity to make a difference.

My name is Alex Pracht, and my path to nursing was born from the battlefield but nurtured by human compassion. I served as a Staff Sergeant in the U.S. Army and was medically retired after surviving an IED blast in Afghanistan that tragically took the lives of two of my brothers-in-arms. As the lone survivor, I experienced the full spectrum of trauma—physical, emotional, and psychological. But through that darkness, I found something profoundly transformative: the unwavering compassion of nurses. In the ICU, where beeping machines and sterile protocols often dominate the space, there was something else—someone else—who cut through the noise. It was the ICU nurse. She didn’t just check vitals; she checked *on* me. She was patient when I was frustrated, intuitive when I was silent, and present when the weight of loss became unbearable. That presence helped me hold onto the pieces of my identity that felt shattered. It is no exaggeration to say that I found my calling in the care of those nurses—and I carry that calling forward with deep purpose and humility. Today, I’m honored to be entering the Master’s Entry in Nursing Practice (MENP) program at Elmhurst University. I chose nursing not just as a profession, but as a promise—to be the steady hand and compassionate heart for someone else during their most vulnerable moments, just as my nurses were for me. I plan to specialize in psychiatric-mental health nursing. As someone who has navigated PTSD, traumatic loss, and the invisible scars of combat, I’ve seen firsthand the systemic gaps in mental health care—especially for veterans, trauma survivors, and underserved communities. I believe nurses are uniquely positioned to bridge clinical care with human connection, especially in the mental health field, where listening can be just as powerful as prescribing. To prepare for this journey, I’ve immersed myself in academic and professional development. I earned my undergraduate degree with honors and have conducted graduate-level research on crisis intervention, trauma-informed care, and the integration of mental health into criminal justice systems. My experience as a Graduate Research Assistant, combined with my volunteer work in veteran advocacy and mental health awareness, has given me a broad yet focused foundation for patient-centered, interdisciplinary care. More importantly, my lived experiences have cultivated empathy, resilience, and an unshakable commitment to service. I’ve sat on both sides of the hospital bed. I know what it means to feel broken—and I know how meaningful it is to be met with hope. Kelly O.’s legacy as a compassionate ICU nurse resonates deeply with me. Though I never had the honor of knowing her personally, I hope to carry forward her spirit in my work—combining clinical excellence with unwavering empathy. I believe that’s how healing truly begins.

From the moment I was pulled from the wreckage of an IED blast in Afghanistan, I knew I wanted to serve others for the rest of my life. At the time, I didn’t know how that service would evolve—only that it must. I was the lone survivor of an attack that claimed two of my closest brothers-in-arms, and the road to recovery, both physical and psychological, introduced me to a level of care I had never known existed. I was no longer Staff Sergeant Pracht, leading patrols—I was a patient, scared, broken, and dependent on the calm voices and steady hands of nurses who showed me what resilience really looks like. That experience planted a seed. Over time, I realized that the most impactful acts weren’t always dramatic battlefield heroics. Sometimes, the most heroic thing a person can do is hold the hand of a stranger in pain and say, “You’re not alone.” That’s what the nurses did for me. They were the ones who listened when the doctors had moved on. They were the ones who noticed when my pain was unspoken but present. And when I struggled with survivor’s guilt and PTSD, it was often a nurse who took the time to simply *be there*. After medically retiring from the military, I committed myself to a new mission: becoming the kind of nurse who could pay that compassion forward. I’ve since earned my bachelor’s degree and have been accepted into the Master’s Entry in Nursing Practice program at Elmhurst University. I’m now pursuing my calling with the same grit that carried me through combat zones—only now, the battlefield has shifted. My enemies are fear, uncertainty, and pain, and my weapon is empathy. What sets nursing apart is its unique ability to combine science, advocacy, and soul. It’s where evidence-based practice meets human connection. My military background has taught me how to work under pressure, lead with integrity, and prioritize others above self—qualities that seamlessly transfer to nursing. But it is the *heart* of the profession that inspires me most. Whether helping a veteran navigate trauma, supporting a child through a frightening diagnosis, or comforting a grieving family, I see nursing as the front line of healing. Beyond clinical care, I’m also passionate about mental health and trauma-informed approaches, particularly within the veteran and emergency management communities. I aim to bridge gaps between disciplines—integrating psychological resilience models with bedside care to better support those often underserved by traditional systems. One day, I hope to contribute to policy reform and education that ensures nurses have the tools and support to provide not just treatment—but transformational care. Choosing nursing isn’t a career decision—it’s a life mission rooted in service, shaped by experience, and fueled by gratitude. I was once the one lying in the hospital bed, wondering if I’d ever stand again. Today, I’m *still standing*—and I’m ready to help others do the same. I found out about this scholarship through Bold.org.