Life has taught me that adversity can either break you or shape you into someone stronger. As a single mother of two, one of whom is autistic, I have faced challenges that tested my resilience daily. Losing my father to bone cancer, which was misdiagnosed as arthritis and later led to dementia and Alzheimer’s, was one of the hardest experiences of my life. His struggle inspired me to pursue nursing because I want to be the voice and advocate for patients who deserve better care and early detection. I want to make a change in my life by building a career that not only provides stability for my family but also allows me to make a meaningful impact in healthcare. Nursing school is my second chance, a chance to rise above financial hardship, depression, and the weight of being the sole provider for my children. This journey is not easy, but it is worth every step. To bring myself closer to this goal, I enrolled in nursing school while working as a Case Manager Assistant at HCA Hospital. This role has given me firsthand experience in patient care coordination and strengthened my commitment to the profession. Balancing work, school, and parenting is challenging, but I refuse to let obstacles define my future. Every late night studying and every early morning shift is a step toward the life I envision. This scholarship would ease the financial burden that often feels overwhelming. Tuition, books, and childcare costs add up quickly, and any assistance would allow me to focus more on my education and less on worrying about how to make ends meet. It would be a lifeline that helps me stay on track toward becoming a nurse a career that will enable me to give back in ways that truly matter. Paying it forward is at the heart of my mission. I plan to use my nursing career to serve underserved communities and advocate for preventive care, including multi-cancer early detection, so families do not have to endure what mine did. Beyond my professional goals, I want to mentor other single parents and students who feel like giving up. I want to show them that second chances are real and that perseverance can lead to transformation. Nelson Vecchione believed in the power of second chances, and I am living proof that they can change lives. With your support, I will not only change my own life but also create ripples of hope and opportunity for others.

The hardest part about being both a student and a single parent is waking up every day knowing that every responsibility falls on my shoulders alone. There is no one to divide the stress with, no one to switch shifts with, and no one to step in when I am overwhelmed. As much as I love my children, especially my autistic son who needs extra attention, the truth is that balancing school, work, and motherhood is a daily challenge that requires strength I never knew I had. But I keep going because I want to build a better future for my family, one where I can finally provide stability, security, and opportunities that I didn’t have growing up. My journey has not been an easy one. Losing my father took away my biggest supporter, my best friend, and the person I relied on for honest advice. He was the one I could call when I felt lost or unsure. He helped me think clearly about everyday things, what groceries to buy, how to approach difficult decisions, and how to manage life one step at a time. Now, raising my children without him, I often feel that something is missing. I wish I could call him on the hard days, or even just share the small moments that would have made him smile. His absence is a weight I feel while parenting, studying, and trying to stay strong for my family. As a single mother, time is my biggest enemy. I have school deadlines, work shifts, medical appointments for my child, homework to check, meals to cook, and endless responsibilities that never pause. When my classmates finish their day and get to rest, my second full‑time job begins. Sometimes I stay up late into the night studying because it’s the only quiet moment I get. Other times, I push through exhaustion because I know my education is the key to changing our lives. Balancing everything often feels impossible, but giving up is not an option. Another challenge is the emotional strain of trying to be “everything” for my children. I have to be the provider, the nurturer, the protector, the role model, and the steady presence all in one. There is no partner to step in when I need a break or when my mental health feels heavy. My children depend solely on me, and that responsibility can be overwhelming. At the same time, it is also what fuels my determination. They are the reason I fight so hard for my education, and why I push myself even on the days I feel like I have nothing left to give. Financial stress is also a major challenge. Between childcare, rent, school expenses, transportation, and daily needs, every month feels like a puzzle I am trying to solve with missing pieces. Being a student limits how much I can work, and being a single parent limits how many hours I can commit. When unexpected expenses come up, like medical needs, school supplies, or car repairs, it throws everything off. Scholarships like this one are not just helpful; they are necessary for students like me who are trying to break cycles of financial struggle. Despite all the difficulties, I am proud of how far I have come. I am working hard to earn my nursing degree because I want a career that allows me to help others while providing the stability my children deserve. My experience caring for my father, advocating for him, and interpreting during his medical appointments taught me the importance of compassionate care. I want to be the nurse who takes time to listen, explain, and support families who feel overwhelmed, especially those facing language barriers or complicated diagnoses. Nursing is more than a career path for me; it is a calling shaped by personal pain and a desire to make a difference. This scholarship would have a powerful impact on my journey. It would ease the financial challenges that make pursuing my degree so difficult. It would help pay for tuition, books, childcare, and other expenses that constantly pull my attention away from my studies. Most importantly, it would give me peace of mind—knowing that I can focus more on my education and less on the stress of trying to make ends meet. With support, I can continue moving toward a future where I can provide my children with stability and opportunities that I never had growing up. This scholarship is not just an investment in my education; it is an investment in my family’s future. It means fewer nights of worrying about bills, fewer sacrifices that I have to make for myself or my children, and more energy to put into becoming the nurse I aspire to be. My children will grow up knowing that their mother worked hard, showed perseverance, and built a better life through education and determination. That example alone is one of the greatest gifts I can give them. Being a single parent and a student at the same time is one of the hardest things I have ever done. But it has also shown me how strong, capable, and resilient I am. I want to continue pushing forward, not just for myself, but for my children and for the future we all deserve. This scholarship would help open the door to that future one filled with stability, growth, and hope. I am committed to creating a better life for my family, and with support, I know I can achieve it.

I lost my father, but what I really lost was my best friend, my teacher, and the one person whose voice could calm any storm in my life. His absence is something I feel every single day, like a quiet emptiness that follows me no matter how much time passes. People often say that grief gets easier, but for me, it simply becomes a part of who I am. I learned to move forward, but I will always feel like something is missing because a part of me was left with him. My father was the person I went to for everything. I could call him about my day, ask him what groceries I should buy, or get his advice when life felt too heavy. His wisdom was gentle but powerful. He had a way of explaining life that made me feel understood, grounded, and capable. Losing him was not just losing a parent; it was losing the one person I trusted more than anyone else. There are still moments when I pick up my phone instinctively, wanting to tell him something small, something funny my kids did, a problem I’m struggling with, or even something as simple as whether I’m making the right decisions. And then the truth hits me all over again: he is not here, he will never answer. His illness was one of the hardest experiences of my life. What began as a misdiagnosis of arthritis slowly revealed itself as bone cancer. Watching him struggle, and then watching dementia and Alzheimer’s take away his memories, was heartbreaking in a way I still struggle to put into words. I became his interpreter, his advocate, and his support, even when I felt scared and overwhelmed. Translating medical terms, trying to explain his pain, and hoping I was doing everything right created a weight I still carry. But through it all, he trusted me, and I learned what true love and responsibility look like. His death changed the direction of my life in more ways than one. I lost the mentor who used to guide me, the protector who always had answers, and the steady presence that made the world feel safer. As a single mother raising two children, including my autistic son, I often feel the heaviness of his absence. There is no one to help me monitor daily life with my kids, no one to step in when I’m exhausted, and no one to give me the genuine, thoughtful advice he always had. All his wisdom, his laughter, his stories, and his guidance feel like it vanished with him. And yet, I carry him with me in every decision I make. Losing him pushed me to grow in ways I was never prepared for. It taught me resilience, patience, and the importance of showing up even when the world feels broken. His memory is what drives me to continue my education and pursue nursing. I want to care for others with the same compassion I wish my father had received. I want to be the clear communication, the steady support, and the gentle guidance for families who feel lost in the healthcare system. This scholarship would help me continue building the life he always wanted for me, rooted in strength, purpose, and love. Although he is no longer here to guide me, the lessons he left behind shape every step I take. I am determined to honor him through my goals, education, and the future I am creating for my children. His loss changed my journey, but it also became the reason I refuse to give up.

The moment I arrived in the United States as an immigrant, I felt both excitement and uncertainty, unaware that my journey would soon shape every part of who I am. I came from a family that carried more hope than resources, and like many first‑generation students, I quickly learned that my path would not be simple. But every challenge taught me resilience, compassion, and a deep desire to serve others, qualities that now guide my journey through higher education in the United States. Growing up as a first‑generation immigrant meant stepping into adult responsibilities long before I felt prepared. One of the biggest roles I carried was being the interpreter for my father during his medical appointments. I still remember sitting beside him, trying to translate medical words I barely understood, watching doctors look to me for answers I didn’t know how to give. It was overwhelming and frightening, especially as his symptoms grew worse. After years of being dismissed with a simple arthritis diagnosis, we eventually learned he had bone cancer that had gone undetected. Soon after, dementia and Alzheimer’s took more and more of him away. Interpreting for him became emotionally painful, not just because of the language barrier, but because I could see fear in his eyes while I tried to stay strong for him. I often worried that I might misunderstand something important or fail to communicate his pain clearly. No child should have to carry that responsibility, yet many immigrant families face that reality every day. Losing my father was one of the greatest heartbreaks of my life, but it became the moment I realized how much I wanted to make a difference in healthcare. Today, I am pursuing my degree in nursing while raising two children as a single mother, including my autistic son. Balancing school, work, and parenthood is not easy. There are days when exhaustion feels overwhelming and financial stress weighs heavily on me. Yet I continue moving forward because education is not just my path, it is my purpose. I want my children to see that, despite hardship, their mother never gave up. And I want to build a future where I can provide stability, security, and love without constantly worrying about whether we will get by. My experience navigating the healthcare system with my father, combined with my own challenges as a first‑generation immigrant, fuels my commitment to nursing. I hope to become the kind of healthcare professional who listens carefully, explains clearly, and advocates for patients who might otherwise be overlooked. My goal is to work in fields such as case management or oncology areas where compassion, clear communication, and cultural understanding can change outcomes for vulnerable families. I want to ensure that no other child has to interpret complex medical information alone. I want to be the voice, the support, and the reassurance that my family once needed. Receiving this scholarship would help relieve the financial pressure I face while continuing my education. It would allow me to stay focused on my studies and move closer to becoming the nurse I aspire to be. More importantly, it would be a recognition that my struggles, my resilience, and my dreams matter. As an immigrant, a mother, and a future healthcare professional, I am dedicated to using my education to uplift others, advocate for those without a voice, and make a positive impact in every community I serve.

The day I stepped into the United States as a young immigrant, I didn’t know that this new beginning would test every part of my strength. What I did know was that my family carried hope not much money, not many connections, but a hope that life here would give us a chance to grow beyond our struggles. Over the years, that hope became the foundation of my resilience, shaping who I am today as a mother, a nursing student, and a future healthcare professional determined to serve others with compassion. Adjusting to a new country meant stepping into responsibilities long before I felt ready. As a first‑generation immigrant, I became the interpreter for my parents, especially my father, who trusted me to bridge the gap between our language and an unfamiliar health system. I was still young, yet doctors looked at me for answers, explanations, and decisions that felt far too big for my age. I remember translating medical terms I didn’t fully understand, trying my best to stay strong while silently feeling scared and unsure. Those moments were heavy, confusing, and incredibly painful because I wanted to protect my father, but I often felt powerless. When my father’s pain was dismissed as arthritis, I translated his symptoms again and again, hoping someone would listen more closely. By the time we finally learned he had bone cancer, it had already spread, and soon after came the dementia and Alzheimer’s that took him away from us piece by piece. Being his voice when he could no longer express his own needs was heartbreaking. I advocated, interpreted, and fought for clarity, but I always carried the fear that something important might be misunderstood. Losing him was devastating, yet it was also the moment that shaped my purpose. I realized how deeply immigrant families need compassionate healthcare professionals who understand cultural and language barriers firsthand. Today, as a single mother raising two children, including my autistic son, my responsibilities have only grown. Balancing motherhood, work, and nursing school is emotionally and financially exhausting, but I keep moving forward because my children deserve stability, and I deserve to fulfill the dreams I fought so hard to reach. My journey is not easy, but every challenge has made me more determined, more patient, and more committed to serving others. My career goal is to become a registered nurse and eventually work in case management or oncology fields, where clear communication, trust, and compassion can change outcomes for families like mine. I want to be the nurse who explains things in a way people truly understand, who listens carefully, and who sees the patient beyond the diagnosis. I want to ensure that no child has to interpret complex medical information for their parent the way I once did. This scholarship would help relieve the financial strain I face as a full‑time student and single mother, allowing me to stay focused on my education. But beyond the financial support, it would also be a reminder that my struggles, my experiences, and my voice matter. Being an immigrant has shaped my resilience, my ambition, and my heart for helping others. With this opportunity, I can continue turning my pain into purpose and my challenges into meaningful impact within my community.

“The Heartbeat Heist” is a brand‑new Love Island challenge designed to bring romance, tension, secrets, and explosive reveals, all the ingredients that fans love the most. This challenge blends emotional vulnerability, intuition, and playful detective work to keep Islanders (and viewers) on the edge of their seats. Challenge Concept The core idea is simple: Who makes your heart race… and who doesn’t? But the twist? No one knows whose heartbeat they are hearing, and the truth always shakes things up. How It Works The Islanders are brought to the main villa, where a stage is set with bright neon lights and multiple large screens. The host explains that each contestant will wear a heart monitor. Then, one by one, Islanders walk up to a podium while prerecorded heartbeat tracks begin playing. Each heartbeat belongs to someone in the villa, but Islanders won’t know who. Their job is to guess correctly. The game reveals hidden attractions, unspoken crushes, and surprising emotional reactions that even the Islanders didn’t know they had. Round 1: The Mystery Heartbeat An Islander stands at the podium. A heartbeat plays fast, slow, or suddenly spiking. They must guess whose heartbeat it is from the villa. Heartbeats were recorded earlier when each Islander watched secret clips of other Islanders, romantic moments, or unexpected twists. If they guess right, they earn a point. If they guess wrong, the person whose heartbeat it actually was steps forward… creating instant drama. Why this works: No one can hide their body’s reaction, whether it’s excitement, nerves, or a guilty conscience. Round 2: The Temptation Test Now the top four fastest heartbeats from Round 1 become “mystery moments.” Each Islander must guess what made that heartbeat spike: A secret crush returning in a video message A clip of their partner flirting A message from an ex A private moment between Islanders Or a romantic slow‑motion montage Correct guesses score more points, but wrong answers spark fiery conversations afterward. Round 3: The Heartbreaker Reveal The Islanders gather for the final scoreboard ranking. The host reveals: Whose heartbeat spiked for who Who stayed calm Who reacted most intensely And the biggest surprise reaction of the night Then comes the twist: The Islander with the highest heartbeat response must confess what they were feeling during the moment their heart spiked. Honesty is required—no dodging. This moment always exposes: Secret crushes Hidden insecurities Jealousy Silent heartbreak Unexpected attractions Relationship Impact For couples: A partner discovering that someone else makes their significant other’s heart race? Drama. A calm heartbeat during a romantic clip? Also drama. For singles: Heartbeat surprises open new romantic possibilities. Unexpected chemistry becomes impossible to deny. For the villa overall: This challenge reshuffles dynamics, raises eyebrows, and shakes comfort zones—just like the best Love Island challenges do. Why It’s Perfect for Love Island The Heartbeat Heist blends: Romance Emotional exposure Flirting Jealousy Humor Unexpected twists It’s physical and psychological. It reveals truths Islanders didn’t plan to share. And it delivers iconic moments that fans never forget. This challenge adds a new layer of emotional depth while still being fun, chaotic, and highly watchable exactly what makes Love Island stand out as a global favorite.

I would describe myself as a woman shaped by courage, faith, and resilience. Although I am not of Nigerian or African descent, I deeply understand the immigrant experience because my journey has been filled with similar challenges, navigating unfamiliar systems, rebuilding life from the ground up, and learning to stand strong in a world that often feels new and overwhelming. As a single mother, nursing student, and first‑generation college student, I carry values that guide everything I do: compassion, service, and the determination to keep moving forward no matter how difficult life becomes. My background has taught me that strength is not about having an easy path; it is about choosing to rise each time life knocks you down. Living and studying in a culture different from where my family came from has taught me the importance of adaptability, humility, and open‑mindedness. It is not always easy to move through spaces where you constantly feel like you must prove yourself, but it has helped me grow into a stronger and more understanding person. I have learned to communicate across differences, respect traditions that are not my own, and embrace the beauty that comes from diverse experiences. Being in the United States has shown me how different educational systems can be, and how challenging paperwork, financial barriers, and limited support networks can feel. But these challenges have also helped me become more resourceful. I learned to navigate complex documents, advocate for myself, and find opportunities even when it felt like none existed. This journey has taught me that I belong anywhere I choose to work hard, learn, and contribute. Living and studying in a culture different from where my family came from has taught me the importance of adaptability, humility, and open‑mindedness. It is not always easy to move through spaces where you constantly feel like you must prove yourself, but it has helped me grow into a stronger and more understanding person. I have learned to communicate across differences, respect traditions that are not my own, and embrace the beauty that comes from diverse experiences. Being in the United States has shown me how different educational systems can be, and how challenging paperwork, financial barriers, and limited support networks can feel. But these challenges have also helped me become more resourceful. I learned to navigate complex documents, advocate for myself, and find opportunities even when it felt like none existed. This journey has taught me that I belong anywhere I choose to work hard, learn, and contribute. My academic and career goals connect deeply to the impact I want to make. As a future nurse, I want to support vulnerable patients and families, especially those who struggle to access care or understand the healthcare system. I want to improve communication, promote early detection, and make sure patients never feel ignored, the way my father was. I hope to use my skills to advocate for fairness, empathy, and better education within my community. Receiving this scholarship would lift a heavy financial burden from my shoulders and give me the stability I need to continue my studies while raising my children. It would not only support my education, but it would support the future impact I hope to make as a nurse, community member, and example of resilience for other immigrant women.

This scholarship opportunity means more to me than words can fully express. It represents hope, support, and a reminder that faith and perseverance can open doors even when life feels overwhelming. As a single mother, a nursing student, and a woman whose path has been filled with both heartbreak and growth, I see this scholarship as a blessing that would help me continue moving toward the future God has called me to build. My journey has been shaped by both great loss and deep faith. One of the hardest moments in my life was losing my father. His bone cancer was misdiagnosed for years as arthritis, and by the time we learned the truth, it had already spread and led to dementia and Alzheimer’s. Watching him suffer, decline, and eventually pass away broke my heart. It was a pain I felt not just as a daughter, but as someone who wished she could do more. During that time, my faith became my lifeline. I prayed constantly, asking God for strength, comfort, and understanding. While I could not change what happened, I learned how powerful compassion, early detection, and patient advocacy can be. This experience is one of the reasons I chose nursing. I want to be the kind of caregiver who listens, cares deeply, and helps families feel supported during their hardest moments. As a single mother of two children, including my autistic son, my life is full of challenges that require patience, strength, and determination. Some days are emotionally heavy. Other days feel like a race against time, balancing school, work, appointments, and motherhood. Financial stress is always present, especially while trying to finish my nursing program. Yet even in the most difficult seasons, my faith has kept me grounded. My commitment to my church has given me community, encouragement, and a place where I can refill spiritually when I feel drained. Through worship, prayer, and fellowship, I am reminded that God is walking with me every step of the way. Returning to school has required courage. Nursing school is demanding, and trying to manage it while caring for my children is not easy. Many nights, I study after everyone is asleep. Many mornings, I wake up tired but determined. Whenever I feel like giving up, I think about the future I want for my children and the calling I feel from God to serve others. I remind myself that my struggles are shaping me into a stronger, more compassionate version of myself. Receiving this scholarship would ease the financial burden that weighs on me daily. It would allow me to focus more on my education rather than worrying about how I will cover tuition, bills, and essentials for my children. But beyond the financial support, this scholarship would remind me that my journey, my faith, and my efforts matter. It would show me that even when life has been hard, God still places people and opportunities along my path to help me keep going. Looking ahead, I plan to use my faith as my compass. I want to become a nurse who brings calm to chaotic moments, comfort to hurting families, and hope to those who feel afraid. I want to honor my father’s memory through the way I care for others. And I want my children to see that through faith, determination, and hard work, anything is possible. This scholarship would not just help me financially, it would help me continue living out my purpose with faith, compassion, and unwavering drive.

My name is Isabel, and I am a nursing student working hard to create a better future for my two children and myself. My path into healthcare comes from a very personal place. I never imagined that one day I would pursue a career in nursing, but life experiences, especially caring for my father and raising my children, pushed me toward a field where compassion truly matters. Today, that purpose is what keeps me going through long days of work, school, and motherhood. My biggest inspiration for choosing the health field came from my father’s experience. For years, he was told he only had arthritis, but later, we learned he actually had bone cancer. By the time he was correctly diagnosed, the cancer had already spread, and he eventually developed dementia and Alzheimer’s. Watching someone you love decline, lose their memory, and struggle through pain is an experience that changes you forever. As a family, we felt confused, scared, and alone at times. Seeing how much a missed diagnosis affects a person made me realize how important early detection, careful listening, and patient care truly are. That experience made me want to one day be the kind of healthcare worker who pays attention and helps prevent others from going through what my father did. I am also a single mother raising an autistic son and a daughter. My children are my heart and my motivation. Every day brings new challenges, especially balancing school, work, and their needs. Some nights I stay up late studying after they go to sleep, and other days I push through exhaustion just to stay on track. Even when it feels overwhelming, I remind myself that I am doing this to give them a better life and to show them that their mother never stopped fighting for her dreams. In 2024, I made a big decision for my career. I left my position at Tampa Family Health Centers voluntarily because I wanted to move into a hospital setting and get closer to my long‑term dream of working in the medical field. I now work as a CMA at HCA Hospital, and that step has changed my path. Working in a hospital has shown me the real impact of healthcare. I see patients on their hardest days, families trying to stay strong, and healthcare workers doing everything they can. Being part of that environment has made me even more motivated to become a nurse. Healthcare is personal to me. I want to be the nurse who listens, who explains things clearly, who notices the small changes, and who treats every patient with dignity. I want people to feel safe and cared for when they look at me. I want to support families who feel scared or confused, just like my family once did. My long‑term goal is to advocate for early cancer detection and to help families facing difficult diagnoses. I want to help prevent others from suffering because something was missed or ignored. I also hope to work closely with patients who have chronic illnesses or developmental challenges, inspired by both my father’s journey and my experience as a mother of an autistic child. I want to make a difference by showing compassion, patience, and understanding in every room I walk into. I want to honor my father’s memory and show my children that no matter how hard life gets, you can still rise, grow, and make an impact.

Education is not just a goal for me, it is my lifeline and my promise to my family. Growing up in a household that valued education but could not afford to support it, I learned early that knowledge is the key to breaking cycles of struggle. As a first-generation college student, I carry the hopes of my family and the responsibility to pave a new path for my children. For me, education represents freedom, the freedom to provide for my children, to serve my community, and to honor the sacrifices of those who came before me. When my father passed away from bone cancer, misdiagnosed as arthritis, I realized how critical proper healthcare and advocacy are. That moment shaped my dream of becoming a nurse. I want to be the voice for patients who cannot speak for themselves and ensure that families never experience what mine did. The journey to college has been anything but easy. As a single mother of two, including a child with autism, every day is a balancing act. There are nights when I study after bedtime stories, mornings when I wake up before dawn to prepare for work and classes, and countless moments when doubt creeps in. Financial stress is constant. I work hard to keep food on the table while paying tuition, often sacrificing my own needs to make sure my children have what they need. There is no safety net, no family member who can guide me through the academic world. Every decision, every step forward, is one I take alone. Being a first-generation student means navigating a system without a map. I have had to learn everything from applying for financial aid to understanding college expectations on my own. There are times when I feel overwhelmed, but then I remember why I started: to show my children that perseverance opens doors. I want them to see that even when life is hard, education can transform our future. The legacy I hope to leave is one of impact and inspiration. I want my children and other first-generation students to know that their circumstances do not define their future. Through nursing, I will not only heal bodies but also empower minds by mentoring others who feel lost in the academic world. My story will prove that education is not just about earning a degree; it is about creating opportunities for generations to come. I dream of building a life where my children never have to choose between survival and success. I want to break the cycle of struggle and replace it with a cycle of achievement and hope. Education is my tool to do that. It is my way of turning pain into purpose and challenges into change. This scholarship would not only ease my financial burden but also remind me that my efforts matter and that someone believes in my dream. With your support, I can continue to fight for my education, my family, and my future. And one day, I will look back and know that every late night, every sacrifice, and every tear was worth it because I left a legacy of strength, resilience, and opportunity.

Mental illness has shaped every chapter of my life. When my father was misdiagnosed with arthritis, only to later suffer from bone cancer, dementia, and Alzheimer’s, I witnessed firsthand how physical illness and mental health are deeply connected. Watching his decline was heartbreaking, not only because of his pain but because of the emotional toll it took on him and our family. His confusion, memory loss, and frustration were constant reminders that mental health care is just as critical as physical care. My father’s illness was only the beginning of my mental health journey. As a single mother and first-generation college student, I have faced overwhelming stress, depression, anxiety, PTSD, and ADHD. Balancing caregiving, work, and nursing school often feels like an uphill battle. There were days when I questioned if I could keep going, but these struggles taught me resilience and empathy. They gave me a deeper understanding of what it means to feel unseen and unheard, and they inspired me to become an advocate for mental health. My son’s autism diagnosis added another layer to our family’s mental health story. Getting an official diagnosis was a long and difficult process. I knew something wasn’t quite right when he wasn’t hitting developmental milestones like other children his age. He struggled to express himself, often having emotional outbursts because he lacked the words to describe what he was feeling. Each meltdown broke my heart because I could see his frustration, yet I couldn’t fix it. Navigating a system that often dismissed my concerns was exhausting, but I refused to give up. Finally, receiving a diagnosis brought clarity and allowed me to find resources to help him thrive. Being a mother to a child with autism has taught me patience, strength, and the importance of creating safe spaces for emotional expression. I have spent countless hours learning about sensory challenges, communication strategies, and behavioral therapies to support my son’s growth. Beyond my home, I share resources and coping strategies with other parents in my community, helping them navigate the emotional and practical challenges of raising a child with intellectual and developmental disabilities. These experiences have shown me how much families need support not just medically, but emotionally and socially. My nursing education is the foundation for my vision of change. Nurses are often the first line of emotional support for patients, and I plan to use my training to integrate mental health awareness into everyday care. Whether it’s recognizing signs of depression in a patient with chronic illness or supporting colleagues facing burnout, I will lead with empathy. Long-term, I aspire to work in community health, where I can educate families, advocate for early detection, and promote mental well-being. By combining my lived experience with professional knowledge, I will help dismantle stigma and create systems that prioritize emotional health alongside physical care. This scholarship would allow me to continue my education without the constant burden of financial stress, so I can focus on becoming the kind of nurse who changes lives not just through medicine, but through compassion and advocacy. Mental illness has touched every part of my life through my father’s struggles, my own battles, and my son’s journey, and it has shaped my purpose: to fight for a future where mental health is prioritized, stigma is erased, and every person feels understood. Thank you for considering my application.

The day my son was diagnosed with autism was the day my life changed forever but getting to that point was a long, difficult journey. I knew something wasn’t quite right when he wasn’t hitting developmental milestones like other children his age. He struggled to express himself, often having emotional outbursts because he lacked the words to describe what he was feeling. Each meltdown broke my heart because I could see his frustration, yet I couldn’t fix it. For years, I fought for answers, navigating a system that often dismissed my concerns. Finally, receiving an official diagnosis brought clarity, but it also opened my eyes to the stigma and lack of resources families like mine face every day. Being a mother to a child with autism has taught me patience, resilience, and the importance of empathy. I have spent countless hours learning about sensory challenges, communication strategies, and behavioral therapies to support my son’s growth. Beyond my home, I have shared resources and coping strategies with other parents in my community, helping them navigate the emotional and practical challenges of raising a child with intellectual disabilities. These experiences have shown me how much families need support not just medically, but emotionally and socially. My journey has not been easy. As a single mother and first-generation college student, I have faced financial struggles and mental health challenges, including depression, anxiety, PTSD, and ADHD. Balancing caregiving, work, and school often feels overwhelming, but these challenges have strengthened my resolve. They have taught me that empathy is born from experience and that my voice matters in advocating for those who cannot always speak for themselves. In my role as a Case Manager Assistant, I have seen firsthand how intellectual disabilities are often overlooked in healthcare settings. I make it a priority to listen to patients and families, ensuring they feel respected and understood. I connect them with resources and advocate for accommodations that make care accessible. These experiences have reinforced my belief that healthcare professionals must lead the way in dismantling stigma and promoting inclusion. My nursing education is the foundation for my vision of change. I plan to specialize in community health and work closely with families affected by intellectual and developmental disabilities. My goal is to create programs that provide education, emotional support, and advocacy for these families. I also want to train healthcare providers to recognize the unique needs of individuals with intellectual disabilities, ensuring they receive compassionate and equitable care. By combining my lived experience with professional knowledge, I will help build a world where intellectual disabilities are understood, accepted, and supported. This scholarship would allow me to continue my education without the constant burden of financial stress, so I can focus on becoming the kind of nurse who changes lives not just through medicine, but through advocacy and compassion. My son’s journey has shaped my purpose: to fight for a future where every individual, regardless of ability, is treated with dignity and respect. Thank you for considering my application.

When my father was misdiagnosed with arthritis, only to later suffer from bone cancer, dementia, and Alzheimer’s, I learned that empathy is not just a feeling; it is an action. During his decline, I became his advocate, ensuring he felt dignity and emotional support even when his memory faded. That experience shaped my belief that building an empathetic and understanding global community starts with listening and caring for those who feel unseen. My passion for empathy also comes from my own struggles. I have battled depression, anxiety, PTSD, and ADHD while balancing nursing school and single motherhood. These challenges have taught me resilience and the importance of creating safe spaces for emotional support. I know firsthand how stigma and lack of resources can make people feel isolated, and I want to change that narrative. Living with these conditions has given me a unique perspective: empathy is not pity it is understanding, patience, and advocacy. As a mother to an autistic son, I have learned how deeply autism intersects with mental health. Autism is often misunderstood, and families like mine face judgment and isolation. I support my son through sensory challenges and anxiety, and I’ve helped other parents in my community by sharing coping strategies and resources. These experiences have strengthened my ability to advocate for those whose voices are often ignored. I believe that empathy begins with education, and I strive to teach others that neurodiversity is not a limitation; it is a different way of experiencing the world. In my role as a Case Manager Assistant, I regularly comfort patients and families during stressful hospital stays, listening to their fears and connecting them with mental health resources. These actions may seem small, but they ripple outward, fostering empathy and reducing stigma. My ability to remain calm under pressure, communicate clearly, and show compassion has helped me build trust with patients and colleagues. These skills will serve as the foundation for my future career in nursing. My nursing education is the cornerstone of my vision for a more compassionate world. Nurses are often the first line of emotional support for patients, and I plan to use my training to integrate mental health awareness into everyday care. Whether it’s recognizing signs of depression in a patient with chronic illness or supporting colleagues facing burnout, I will lead with empathy. Long-term, I aspire to work in community health, where I can educate families, advocate for early detection, and promote mental well-being globally. By combining my lived experience with professional knowledge, I will help dismantle stigma and create systems that prioritize emotional health alongside physical care. This scholarship would allow me to continue my education without the constant burden of financial stress, so I can focus on becoming the kind of nurse who changes lives not just through medicine, but through compassion and advocacy. My unique talents, resilience, empathy, and advocacy—will help me build a world where mental health is prioritized, stigma is erased, and every person feels understood. Thank you for considering my application.

When my father was misdiagnosed with arthritis, only to later suffer from bone cancer, dementia, and Alzheimer’s, I saw how mental health struggles often go unnoticed alongside physical illness. During his decline, I became his advocate, ensuring he felt dignity and emotional support even when his memory faded. That experience taught me that mental health care is not optional; it is essential. My passion for mental health advocacy also comes from my own struggles. I have battled depression, anxiety, PTSD, and ADHD while balancing nursing school and single motherhood. These challenges have taught me resilience and the importance of creating safe spaces for emotional support. I know firsthand how stigma and lack of resources can make people feel isolated, and I want to change that narrative. As a mother to an autistic son, I have learned how deeply autism intersects with mental health. I support him through sensory challenges and anxiety, and I’ve helped other parents in my community by sharing coping strategies and resources. In my role as a Case Manager Assistant, I regularly comfort patients and families during stressful hospital stays, listening to their fears and connecting them with mental health resources. My journey inspired me to pursue nursing, not only to provide medical care but to advocate for mental well-being. Through my studies, I am gaining the knowledge to integrate mental health awareness into everyday care, whether by recognizing signs of depression in a patient with chronic illness or supporting colleagues facing burnout. My long-term goal is to work in community health, where I can educate families about mental health and reduce stigma. This scholarship would allow me to continue my education without the constant burden of financial stress, so I can focus on becoming the kind of nurse who changes lives not just through medicine, but through compassion and advocacy. Thank you for considering my application.

The last words my father spoke to me were a question: “Am I going to be okay?” His voice was faint, his hand trembling in mine. I wanted to say yes, but I couldn’t. His bone cancer had been misdiagnosed as arthritis, and by the time we learned the truth, it was too late. That moment shattered my world, but it also gave me a mission. I realized that while I could not control the tragedy that unfolded, I could control how I responded to it. This insight echoes Marcus Aurelius’ timeless words: “You have power over your mind, not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.” This sentence is more than philosophy; it is a survival ethic. Through close reading, I discovered that Aurelius offers a roadmap for resilience, one that has guided me through grief, motherhood, and returning to school at thirty-eight. In this essay, I will explore the meaning of each phrase and show how this ancient wisdom has shaped my life and my purpose. “You Have Power”: Agency Amid Chaos The sentence begins with a direct assertion: “You have power.” At first glance, it sounds like a motivational slogan, but its meaning runs deeper. Aurelius reminds us that real power is not dominance over others or control of circumstances; it is mastery over ourselves. This truth became clear when life felt overwhelming: raising two children alone, one with autism, while grieving my father and struggling financially. I could not change those external realities, but I could choose my response: study after bedtime stories, ask for help when needed, and keep moving forward. That choice is where strength begins. Power, in the Stoic sense, means ownership of what is truly ours: our judgments, our decisions, and our attention. It also means recognizing limits. If we pretend we control everything, we set ourselves up for despair. Understanding this distinction has been my anchor in nursing school, where uncertainty and pressure are constant companions. “Over Your Mind”: Governing the Inner World Aurelius specifies the domain: “over your mind.” In Stoic thought, the mind is not just thoughts it includes judgments, attention, and desires. Impressions like fear or doubt arrive uninvited, but we decide whether to accept them. When I returned to school, the thought that I’m too old for this felt true. But close reading taught me to challenge that judgment: Beginning now is courage, not failure. That reframing turned anxiety into determination. Governing the mind is not about silencing emotion; it is about guiding it toward purpose. This principle has practical power. When an exam score disappoints, the ungoverned mind spins a catastrophic story: I’ll never succeed. The governed mind reframes: This is data. Adjust strategy. Seek tutoring. Try again. That shift from drama to data is the difference between spiraling and improving. “Not Outside Events”: Accepting Limits The next phrase, “not outside events,” sets a boundary. Illness, loss, and systemic obstacles are beyond our control. My father’s misdiagnosis was an outside event I could not undo. But I could transform grief into advocacy, pursuing nursing to prevent similar tragedies. This principle shapes my studies and my parenting: I cannot control every policy or outcome, but I can prepare documentation, learn, and persist. Boundaries do not erase sorrow; they organize it so energy flows where it matters. In healthcare, this boundary keeps attention on what a nurse can do: assess thoroughly, communicate clearly, educate patiently, and advocate when systems falter. Accepting limits is not resignation; it is liberation. It frees us from wasting energy on what cannot change and focuses us on what can. “Realize This, and You Will Find Strength”: Practice Makes Power Finally, Aurelius promises: “Realize this, and you will find strength.” Strength is not instant; it grows through practice. For me, realization meant habits: framing each day by what I can control, taking one small step when overwhelmed, and asking for help without shame. These habits turned chaos into rhythm. Strength is not the absence of hardship; it is the presence of steadiness amid hardship. It is the ability to keep moving forward when the path is steep and the outcome uncertain. In my life, realization was gradual: showing up for class after a sleepless night, scheduling therapy for my son, studying with rent on my mind, and sitting with memories of my father without dissolving into them. Each act rehearsed the truth of Aurelius’ sentence. Ethical Heart and Modern Relevance For the Stoics, virtue, wisdom, justice, courage, and temperance is the only true good. The mind’s power supports virtue; otherwise, it becomes cleverness serving the ego. This ethic translates directly into clinical care: - Wisdom in judgment: distinguish data from story. - Justice in equity: treat each patient as worthy of full attention. - Courage in advocacy: speak up when something feels “off.” - Temperance in self-regulation: keep tone and timing proportionate. Practically, this looks like asking, What would I want to know if I were this patient? then explaining with clarity and kindness, documenting details others might miss; persisting through bureaucratic friction without letting it erode respect. The virtue frame keeps the mind’s power aimed at service, not self-importance. Habits That Build Strength Realization becomes durable through habits. These practices support Aurelius’ insight: - Morning framing: Name what is within my control today; name what is not. - One small step: When overwhelmed, define the smallest next action and do it. - Name the story: Say the thought aloud, I’m failing; I’m too old, and test it against evidence. - Ask for help: Strength includes wise interdependence with peers, mentors, counselors, and tutors. - Evening review: Reflect on what went well and what to improve without self-condemnation. Across months, modest practices compound. Habits become character; character feels like strength, not because life has softened, but because response has steadied. A Vow Shaped by a Memory I carry a vivid memory: my father lying in a hospital bed, his once‑strong hand trembling in mine. In a soft voice, he asked, “Am I going to be okay?” I could not promise outcomes. I can promise a life that honors him. For me, Aurelius’ sentence has become a vow: - To govern my mind so I can be present to others. - To accept limits so I can act effectively where I have influence. - To translate grief into advocacy, study into competence, and fear into courage. - To be the kind of nurse my father needed, attentive, thorough, and unafraid to speak for the vulnerable. This vow steadies me when the day is long and the path is steep. It does not silence sorrow; it gives sorrow a direction. Conclusion Read casually, Aurelius comforts. Read closely, he commands: claim your domain, examine your judgments, practice acceptance, and tether your life to virtue. In my journey returning to school as a single mother after loss, this has been the difference between paralysis and progress, between despair and direction. By mastering the mind’s work and letting go of fortune’s illusions, we do not become invulnerable. We become capable: capable of learning deeply, caring fiercely, and persisting faithfully in building a better world one decision, one patient, one day at a time.

The day I decided to return to school at thirty-eight was both terrifying and exhilarating. As a single mother raising two children, one with autism, I had spent years believing college was out of reach. Financial struggles, family responsibilities, and the grief of losing my father to a misdiagnosed cancer made the idea of starting over seem impossible. But I knew that if I wanted to create a better future for my family and make a difference in the world, I had to take that leap. Education became my light in the darkness, guiding me toward a life of purpose. My plans for the future are rooted in compassion and advocacy. I am pursuing a degree in nursing with the goal of specializing in oncology care. Losing my father taught me how devastating delayed or inaccurate diagnoses can be. His bone cancer was mistaken for arthritis, and by the time we learned the truth, it was too late. That experience gave me a mission: to ensure that no family experiences the heartbreak mine did. I want to work in hospitals and community programs to educate families about preventive care and advocate for Multi-Cancer Early Detection (MCED) tests to become part of routine screenings. Beyond clinical work, I hope to mentor other women who, like me, are returning to school later in life, proving that age and circumstance do not define our potential. This scholarship will help me turn those plans into reality. Nursing school is demanding, and as a single mother, every dollar matters. There have been times when I had to choose between paying for a textbook or paying a utility bill. Financial support like this would ease that burden and allow me to focus on my studies without constant worry. More importantly, it would affirm that students like me students who dare to dream big despite adversity, are seen and supported. Education has already transformed my life. It has taught me resilience, time management, and the power of perseverance. Balancing textbooks with bedtime stories and clinical rotations with therapy appointments is not easy, but every challenge reminds me why I started. My children are watching me chase my dreams, and I want them to know that no dream is too big when you refuse to give up. With your help, I will continue to rise higher, graduate as a nurse, and dedicate my life to making healthcare safer, kinder, and more proactive. This scholarship represents more than financial assistance; it symbolizes hope and opportunity. Thank you for helping me keep the light shining on my path to a brighter future.

I have never attended an EDM festival, but I dream of the day I can stand under the lights at Night Nation Run, surrounded by music that feels like freedom. For me, EDM is more than a genre; it’s a movement that celebrates individuality, connection, and joy. The mantra of Peace, Love, Unity, and Respect (PLUR) resonates deeply with my life and my aspirations, especially as I navigate the challenges of returning to school at thirty-eight as a single mother. PLUR means creating spaces where everyone belongs, regardless of differences. That value mirrors my own journey. Raising two children, one with autism, has taught me the importance of acceptance and empathy. In the EDM community, people come together without judgment, united by rhythm and energy. That sense of belonging is something I strive to embody in my daily life, whether supporting my son through therapy or encouraging classmates in nursing school. PLUR reminds me that kindness and respect are powerful forces for change. EDM has also inspired my outlook on perseverance. The beats, the drops, the crescendos, they feel like life’s rhythm: moments of calm followed by surges of intensity. When I listen to artists like Illenium or Above & Beyond, I hear stories of resilience and hope woven into the music. Those sounds carried me through nights of studying after putting my kids to bed and mornings when exhaustion felt overwhelming. EDM taught me that even when the tempo slows, the melody continues, and so must I. If I could attend Night Nation Run, I know the experience would be transformative. Festivals are not just about music; they are about community and self-expression. I imagine dancing under neon lights, feeling the bass vibrate through my soul, and connecting with people who share the same love for freedom and creativity. That energy would fuel my commitment to finish nursing school and build a career that uplifts others. Just as EDM unites strangers through sound, I want to unite patients and families through compassion and care. This scholarship would help me turn that vision into reality. Financial challenges have made my educational journey difficult, but support like this allows me to keep moving forward. My goal is to specialize in oncology nursing and advocate for early cancer detection, ensuring that no family experiences the heartbreak mine did. By living PLUR through empathy, unity, and respect, I can create a ripple effect of healing and hope in my community. EDM reminds me that life, like music, is meant to be felt deeply and shared freely. It inspires me to rise above adversity, embrace authenticity, and spread positivity wherever I go. That is why I am proud to be part of a culture that believes in Peace, Love, Unity, and Respect, and why I will carry those values into every beat of my future.

The first time I saw Wicked, I was captivated not just by the music and the magic, but by the story’s deeper message about identity, courage, and friendship. Sitting in the theater, I felt like Elphaba’s journey was speaking directly to me. Her struggle to embrace who she truly is, despite judgment and misunderstanding, mirrored my own experiences of feeling different and learning to stand tall against adversity. As a single mother returning to school at thirty-eight, I often feel like I’m defying gravity in my own life. The odds have not always been in my favor. Financial challenges, family responsibilities, and the grief of losing my father to a misdiagnosed cancer have tested my strength. Yet, like Elphaba, I’ve learned that being “different” can be a source of power. Her story reminds me that courage isn’t about having an easy path; it’s about choosing to rise above fear and pursue your dreams anyway. One of the most powerful themes in Wicked is friendship. The relationship between Elphaba and Glinda shows that true connection can transcend differences. This resonates deeply with me because my journey through nursing school has been shaped by the support of friends and mentors who believe in me even when I doubt myself. Just as Elphaba and Glinda grow through their bond, I’ve learned that community and compassion are essential to personal growth. The music of Wicked has also been a source of inspiration. Songs like “Defying Gravity” and “For Good” are more than melodies; they are anthems of empowerment. “Defying Gravity” reminds me that limitations are often illusions, and that we have the power to rise above them. “For Good” speaks to the lasting impact we have on others, which aligns with my dream of becoming a nurse and making a difference in people’s lives. Every time I hear those lyrics, I feel renewed determination to keep moving forward, no matter how steep the climb. Wicked has taught me that individuality is not something to hide; it’s something to celebrate. Elphaba’s resilience and authenticity inspire me to embrace my own uniqueness and use it as a force for good. As I work toward my nursing degree, I carry these lessons with me: to stand firm in my convictions, to value kindness and friendship, and to believe that even in the face of adversity, I can create change. For me, Wicked is more than a musical; it’s a reminder that dreams are worth fighting for, and that who we are matters just as much as where we’re going. It has given me hope, strength, and a sense of belonging, and for that, I will always be a fan.

I want to build a future where patients receive compassionate care and families never have to experience the heartbreak of a misdiagnosis. This vision was born the day I held my father’s hand as he lay in a hospital bed, asking me if he was going to be okay. His bone cancer had been misdiagnosed as arthritis, and by the time we learned the truth, it was too late. Watching him decline into dementia and Alzheimer’s changed me forever. That moment gave me a purpose: to become a nurse who advocates for early detection and patient-centered care. For me, “building” means more than constructing a career; it means creating a foundation of hope, resilience, and education that benefits both my family and my community. As a 38-year-old single mother raising two children, one with autism, returning to school was not easy. Financial struggles, time constraints, and self-doubt made this dream feel impossible. But I knew that if I wanted to change lives, I had to start with my own. Nursing school became the first brick in the structure I am building, a structure that represents perseverance and purpose. My plan is to build a career in oncology nursing and use my education to advocate for Multi-Cancer Early Detection (MCED) tests as part of routine preventive care. I want to work in hospitals and community programs to educate families about early detection and empower patients to take charge of their health. Beyond clinical work, I hope to mentor other women who are returning to school later in life, proving that age and circumstance do not define our potential. This commitment will make a positive impact on my community by reducing preventable suffering and promoting health equity. Too many families experience what mine did, loss caused by delayed or inaccurate diagnoses. By building a career focused on advocacy and education, I can help close those gaps and ensure that every patient receives timely, compassionate care. Education is the cornerstone of this vision. It has given me direction, confidence, and the tools to transform pain into purpose. With your support, I will continue to build a future where healthcare is safer, kinder, and more proactive one patient, one family, and one life at a time.

I will never forget the sound of my father’s voice the last time he called my name. It was faint, almost a whisper, as I sat beside his hospital bed holding his hand. His once strong fingers trembled against mine, and his eyes, clouded by pain and confusion, searched for reassurance. “Am I going to be okay?” he asked softly. I wanted to tell him yes, but the truth was unbearable. His bone cancer had been misdiagnosed as arthritis, and by the time we learned the truth, it was too late. Watching him decline into dementia and Alzheimer’s was heartbreaking, and I felt powerless. That moment changed me forever. It gave me the courage to return to school, not because it was easy, but because I knew I had to become the kind of nurse who could make a difference for families like mine. Education became my lifeline, my second chance, and my path to purpose. Before nursing school, my life revolved around survival. I was a single mother raising two children, one of whom is autistic. Every day was a balancing act, working to keep food on the table while managing therapy appointments and school schedules. My dreams were buried under responsibilities and financial stress. For years, I believed that returning to school was impossible. I told myself I was too old, too busy, and too broke. But deep down, I knew I wanted more than just a job; I wanted a career that mattered. My father’s misdiagnosis was the turning point. It opened my eyes to the gaps in healthcare and the urgent need for compassionate, accurate care. I realized that if I wanted to create change, I had to step into a role where I could advocate for patients and families. Nursing became my calling. It wasn’t just about earning a degree; it was about honoring my father’s memory and building a future where my children could see that resilience and determination can overcome any obstacle. Returning to school at thirty-eight has been the hardest and most rewarding decision of my life. Education has shaped my goals in profound ways. It has taught me resilience, time management, and the power of perseverance. Balancing textbooks with bedtime stories, clinical rotations with therapy appointments, and exams with bills is not easy. There were nights when I questioned whether I was strong enough to keep going. But every challenge reminded me why I started. Education gave me confidence that I can rise above hardship and achieve something greater than myself. One of the biggest challenges I’ve faced is financial insecurity. Nursing school is demanding, and as a single mother, every dollar matters. There have been times when I had to choose between paying for a textbook and paying a utility bill. I’ve learned to be resourceful and persistent. Scholarships like this one represent more than financial help; they represent hope and encouragement for students like me who dare to dream big despite adversity. Another challenge has been balancing my children’s needs with my academic responsibilities. My son’s autism requires therapy and specialized care, and my daughter needs emotional support as we navigate life without her grandfather. There are days when exhaustion feels overwhelming, but then I remember why I started this journey. I want to show my children that dreams don’t expire with age and that perseverance can turn obstacles into stepping stones. Education has given me a sense of direction that I never had before. My ultimate goal is to specialize in oncology nursing and advocate for early cancer detection. I plan to work in hospitals and community programs to educate families about preventive care and push for Multi-Cancer Early Detection (MCED) tests to become part of routine screenings. Beyond my career, I hope to mentor other women who, like me, are returning to school later in life, proving that age and circumstance do not define our potential. This dream is big, but it’s rooted in love, resilience, and a desire to create change. Losing my father taught me the importance of advocacy and compassion. Raising two children alone taught me strength and patience. Balancing school and family taught me discipline and determination. These experiences have given me a clear direction: to use my education to create a better future for others, one patient at a time. I imagine the day I walk across the stage to receive my nursing degree. My children will be in the audience, cheering, and I will know that every late night, every sacrifice, and every moment of doubt was worth it. That degree will not just represent academic achievement it will symbolize hope, perseverance, and the belief that no dream is too big when you refuse to give up. With your support, I will continue to rise higher, graduate as a nurse, and dedicate my life to making healthcare safer, kinder, and more equitable for every patient. Education has given me the tools to transform pain into purpose, and I am ready to use those tools to build a better tomorrow.

My “Pie in the Sky” dream is to become a nurse who advocates for early cancer detection and patient-centered care. This dream feels enormous, almost too big to say out loud, because it means transforming personal tragedy into a mission that impacts countless lives. But every time I think about my father’s misdiagnosis and the suffering it caused, I know this dream is worth chasing. My father was diagnosed with arthritis, but what he really had was bone cancer. By the time we discovered the truth, the disease had progressed, and his health declined rapidly into dementia and Alzheimer’s. Losing him was devastating, but it also lit a fire in me. I realized how critical accurate diagnoses and preventive care are, and I wanted to be part of the solution. That moment didn’t just spark a dream it gave me a purpose. As a 38-year-old single mother raising two children, one with autism, returning to school for nursing feels like climbing a mountain with no map. Financial challenges, time constraints, and self-doubt often make this dream seem unattainable. There were nights when I questioned whether I was strong enough to juggle textbooks and bedtime stories, clinical rotations and therapy appointments, exams and bills. But I believe that big dreams require bold steps, and I refuse to let fear dictate my future. To achieve this dream, I’ve enrolled in nursing school and committed to excelling academically while balancing family responsibilities. My next steps include completing clinical rotations, earning my degree, and specializing in oncology nursing. Beyond that, I plan to advocate for Multi-Cancer Early Detection (MCED) tests to become part of routine preventive care. I envision working in hospitals and community programs to educate families about early detection and empower patients to take charge of their health. I also hope to mentor other women who, like me, are returning to school later in life, proving that age and circumstance do not define our potential. This dream is big, but it’s rooted in love, resilience, and a desire to create change. Harvest Goal Collective’s mission resonates deeply with me because I believe that when women dream boldly and act with courage, we change the world. My journey is far from easy, but every challenge reminds me why I started. With your support, I will turn my “Pie in the Sky” goal into reality, one patient, one family, and one life at a time.

The day I held my father’s hand as he took his last breath, I promised myself that his suffering would not be in vain. His bone cancer was misdiagnosed as arthritis, and by the time we learned the truth, it was too late. Watching him decline into dementia and Alzheimer’s changed me forever. That moment gave me the courage to return to school, not because it was easy, but because I knew I had to become the kind of nurse who could make a difference for families like mine. Before enrolling in nursing school, my life revolved around survival. I was a single mother raising two children, one of whom is autistic. I worked tirelessly to provide for them, often putting my own dreams on hold. For years, I believed that returning to school was impossible. Between financial struggles and the demands of motherhood, the idea of starting over at thirty-eight felt overwhelming. But deep down, I knew I wanted more than just a job; I wanted a purpose. My father’s misdiagnosis was the turning point. It opened my eyes to the gaps in healthcare and the importance of early detection and compassionate care. I realized that if I wanted to create change, I had to step into a role where I could advocate for patients and families. Nursing became my calling. It wasn’t just about a career change; it was about honoring my father’s memory and building a future where my children could see that resilience and determination can overcome any obstacle. Courage, for me, is waking up every day and choosing to keep going despite fear and uncertainty. It’s balancing textbooks with bedtime stories, clinical rotations with therapy appointments, and exams with bills. My children gave me strength. They deserve a mother who shows them that dreams don’t expire with age. My father gave me purpose his story fuels my determination to ensure others receive the care they deserve. And my own heart gave me conviction, I refuse to let circumstances define my future. Returning to school at thirty-eight has been the hardest and most rewarding decision of my life. Like Susie Green, I chose courage over comfort and grit over fear. This scholarship would not only ease my financial burden but also affirm that women like us women who dare to start over, are seen and supported. With your help, I will continue to push forward, graduate as a nurse, and dedicate my career to making healthcare safer, kinder, and more equitable for every patient.

I chose healthcare because of a deeply personal experience, the loss of my father to bone cancer. His illness began with what seemed like arthritis, but the misdiagnosis delayed treatment until it was too late. Watching him suffer and eventually lose his battle was devastating. That experience opened my eyes to the gaps in healthcare, especially in early detection and patient advocacy. It also ignited a passion in me to ensure that other families do not endure what mine did. As a single mother of two, one of whom is autistic, I have faced challenges that tested my resilience daily. Financial hardship, depression, and the weight of responsibility could have derailed my dreams, but instead, they strengthened my determination. I enrolled in nursing school while working as a Case Manager Assistant at HCA Hospital. This role allows me to help patients navigate complex healthcare systems and access resources, which has deepened my commitment to compassionate care. Healthcare is more than a profession; it is a calling. Nurses are often the first line of comfort for patients and families during their most vulnerable moments. I want to be that source of strength and hope. My academic goal is to become a registered nurse specializing in community health and oncology care. I am currently writing a thesis advocating for Multi-Cancer Early Detection (MCED) tests to be included in preventive care. These tests could save countless lives by identifying cancer earlier, when treatment is most effective. As a woman in healthcare, I hope to make a positive impact by breaking barriers and amplifying voices that are often unheard. Women bring unique strengths to this field: empathy, resilience, and the ability to lead with compassion. I want to use these qualities to advocate for preventive care, educate communities about early detection, and mentor other women pursuing healthcare careers. Diversity and gender equality are essential to progress, and I am committed to being part of that change. Receiving this scholarship would ease the financial burden that often feels overwhelming. Tuition, books, and childcare costs add up quickly, and any assistance would allow me to focus more on my education and less on worrying about how to make ends meet. It would be a lifeline that helps me stay on track toward becoming a nurse, a career that will enable me to make a meaningful impact in healthcare and beyond. My father’s memory reminds me every day why this work matters. Through my education and future career, I will honor his legacy by helping others navigate their darkest moments with dignity and hope. This scholarship is not just financial support; it is an opportunity to empower women like me to shape the future of healthcare.

Spanish was the first language I learned, and it will always be a part of who I am. Growing up in a bilingual household taught me the beauty of two worlds, the warmth of my culture, and the opportunities that come with mastering English. But it wasn’t easy. When I started school, English felt like a puzzle I couldn’t solve. I often acted as a translator for my family, helping them navigate Doctors’ appointments, school meetings, and even bills. At times, the responsibility felt heavy, but it also made me resourceful and resilient. The biggest challenge of being bilingual was balancing two identities while trying to succeed academically. I had to work twice as hard to understand lessons in English while maintaining fluency in Spanish at home. There were moments of frustration when I fell behind my peers, but those experiences taught me perseverance. Today, I see those struggles as stepping stones that shaped my determination and problem-solving skills. Being bilingual has also given me incredible advantages. It allows me to connect with people from different backgrounds and offer comfort in their native language. In my current role as a Case Manager Assistant at HCA Hospital, speaking Spanish helps me support patients who feel lost in the healthcare system. I can explain procedures, answer questions, and make them feel understood, something that matters deeply to me. After graduation, my goal is to become a registered nurse specializing in community health and oncology care. My father’s battle with cancer opened my eyes to the importance of advocacy and early detection. I am currently writing a thesis on Multi-Cancer Early Detection (MCED) tests, which could save countless lives. Being bilingual will allow me to educate and advocate for preventive care in underserved communities, where language barriers often lead to delayed treatment and poorer outcomes. Receiving this scholarship would ease the financial burden of nursing school and allow me to focus on my education and family. As a single mother of two, one of whom is autistic, I face significant challenges balancing school, work, and parenting. Every bit of support helps me stay on track toward my dream of making a difference in healthcare. Language is more than communication; it is connection. My ability to speak Spanish and English is not just a skill; it is a bridge that allows me to serve others with compassion and understanding. This scholarship would help me continue building that bridge and use my education to create a future where no one feels unheard because of a language barrier.

Mental health challenges have been a part of my life for as long as I can remember, but they became overwhelming after the loss of my father to bone cancer. His illness and passing left me in a state of grief and depression that felt impossible to escape. At the same time, I was navigating life as a single mother to two children, one of whom is autistic. The weight of responsibility, financial strain, and emotional pain pushed me to the brink. There were days when I questioned whether I could keep going. For a time, I coped in unhealthy ways, isolating myself, neglecting self-care, and feeling consumed by hopelessness. But I knew I couldn’t stay in that place. My children needed me, and I needed to reclaim my life. Seeking help was the first step. I began therapy to address my depression and anxiety, and I committed to building healthier coping strategies. It wasn’t easy; recovery never is. But each small victory, getting out of bed, attending appointments, setting goals, was a sign that I was moving forward. This journey taught me resilience and the importance of mental health advocacy. I realized that my struggles could become a source of strength, not shame. That realization inspired me to pursue nursing, a career where I can help others through their own battles. Today, I am enrolled in nursing school while working as a Case Manager Assistant at HCA Hospital. Balancing work, school, and parenting is challenging, but it gives me purpose and hope. My academic goals are clear: I want to become a registered nurse specializing in community health and oncology care. My father’s misdiagnosis and delayed treatment opened my eyes to the gaps in healthcare, especially in early detection and patient advocacy. I am currently writing a thesis advocating for Multi-Cancer Early Detection (MCED) tests to be included in preventive care. This research is deeply personal it represents my commitment to ensuring that families do not endure what mine did. Receiving this scholarship would ease the financial burden that often feels overwhelming. Tuition, books, and childcare costs add up quickly, and any assistance would allow me to focus more on my education and less on worrying about how to make ends meet. It would be a lifeline that helps me stay on track toward becoming a nurse, a career that will enable me to make a meaningful impact in healthcare and mental health advocacy. My plan for continuing recovery is rooted in consistency and community. I remain committed to therapy and self-care practices, including journaling, mindfulness, and exercise. I also lean on support groups and trusted friends who understand the challenges of mental health. Recovery is not a destination; it’s a lifelong journey, and I am determined to stay on that path. In the future, I hope to mentor other women who face similar struggles, showing them that it is possible to overcome adversity and achieve their dreams. Ella’s story resonates deeply with me because it reflects the strength and determination required to fight through life’s hardest battles. Like Ella, I strive to be better and do better not just for myself, but for my children and the patients I will one day serve. This scholarship is more than financial assistance; it is an opportunity to honor that fighting spirit and continue building a future where mental health is prioritized and recovery is celebrated.

The day my father passed away from bone cancer was the day my world changed forever. His illness began with what seemed like arthritis, but the misdiagnosis delayed treatment until it was too late. Watching him suffer as the disease progressed and eventually led to dementia and Alzheimer’s was heartbreaking. He was my role model, my source of strength, and losing him left a void that words cannot fill. This loss shaped my life in profound ways. At first, I felt broken, overwhelmed by grief, depression, and the heavy responsibility of being a single mother to two children, one of whom is autistic. There were moments when giving up seemed easier than pushing forward. But my father’s memory reminded me of his resilience and his belief in education and perseverance. I realized that honoring him meant continuing to fight for my goals, no matter how difficult the journey. His battle with cancer opened my eyes to the gaps in healthcare, especially in early detection and patient advocacy. I saw firsthand how a delayed diagnosis can steal precious time from families. That experience inspired me to pursue nursing, not just as a career but as a calling. I want to be the voice for patients who feel unheard and the advocate for preventive care that can save lives. To keep moving forward, I enrolled in nursing school while working as a Case Manager Assistant at HCA Hospital. Balancing work, school, and parenting is challenging, but every step brings me closer to my dream. I am also writing a thesis advocating for Multi-Cancer Early Detection (MCED) tests to be included in preventive care. This research is deeply personal; it represents my commitment to ensuring that other families do not endure what mine did. Receiving this scholarship would ease the financial strain that often feels overwhelming. Tuition, books, and childcare costs add up quickly, and any assistance would allow me to focus more on my education and less on worrying about how to make ends meet. It would be a lifeline that helps me stay on track toward becoming a nurse, a career that will enable me to make a meaningful impact in healthcare. My father’s passing taught me that life is fragile and time is precious. It also taught me the importance of compassion, resilience, and advocacy. Through my education and future career, I will honor his memory by helping others navigate their darkest moments with hope and dignity. This scholarship is not just financial support; it is an opportunity to turn pain into purpose and create a legacy of care and awareness.

From the moment I solved my first equation, I realized math was more than numbers; it was a language of logic and problem-solving. Math gives me a sense of order in a world that often feels unpredictable. Every formula, every calculation, is a puzzle waiting to be solved, and I love the challenge of finding the right solution. Math is everywhere. It is in the way we budget our finances, measure medication doses, and even predict weather patterns. As a nursing student, math plays a critical role in my future career. Accurate calculations can mean the difference between life and death when administering medication or interpreting lab results. This connection between math and real-world impact makes me appreciate it even more. What I love most about math is its fairness. There’s no bias, just logic. If you follow the steps, you arrive at the answer. That reliability has taught me persistence and critical thinking, skills I use daily as a single mother balancing school, work, and family. Math reminds me that even complex problems have solutions if you approach them methodically. Math is not just a subject; it’s a foundation for innovation. It powers technology, healthcare, and countless advancements that improve lives. Loving math means loving progress, and I’m proud to embrace it as part of my journey toward becoming a nurse who uses both compassion and precision to care for others.

Cancer changed my life forever when my father was diagnosed with bone cancer. Although it was not brain cancer, the experience gave me a deep understanding of the devastation this disease brings to families. His cancer was initially misdiagnosed as arthritis, and by the time we learned the truth, it had progressed aggressively. Watching him suffer and eventually lose his battle was heartbreaking, not only emotionally but financially and mentally. This experience shaped my perspective on cancer as a silent, relentless enemy and ignited my passion for raising awareness and advocating for better detection and care. My advocacy began with my decision to pursue nursing. I am currently enrolled in nursing school while working as a Case Manager Assistant at HCA Hospital. In this role, I help patients navigate complex healthcare systems and access resources, which has strengthened my commitment to patient advocacy. Beyond my job, I am writing a thesis advocating for Multi-Cancer Early Detection (MCED) tests to be included in preventive care. These tests could save countless lives by identifying cancers, including brain cancer, earlier, when treatment is most effective. Through my education and work, I strive to ensure that families do not endure the same pain mine did. Receiving this scholarship would ease the financial burden that often feels overwhelming. As a single mother of two, one of whom is autistic, I face significant challenges balancing school, work, and family responsibilities. Every dollar counts toward tuition, books, and childcare. This scholarship would allow me to focus on my studies and continue my journey toward becoming a nurse, a career that will enable me to make a meaningful impact in cancer care and awareness. My ultimate goal is to work in oncology nursing and community health, where I can provide care and education to families affected by cancer. I envision using my skills to advocate for preventive measures, support patients through treatment, and educate communities about early detection. Additionally, I plan to volunteer with cancer awareness organizations and mentor other students who share this mission. By paying it forward, I hope to create a ripple effect, helping others find strength and hope during their darkest times. Kyla Jo Burridge’s legacy reminds us that even in loss, we can inspire change. Through my education and career, I will honor that legacy by fighting for better cancer awareness and support. This scholarship is not just financial assistance; it is an opportunity to amplify my voice and make a difference in the lives of those touched by cancer.

For me, going to college is not just a dream; it is a declaration. As an immigrant woman in my late 30s, a single mother to two children (including my autistic son), and a first-generation college student, enrolling in higher education is my way of reclaiming my future. After a painful divorce and years of personal and financial struggle, I made the decision to start over, not just for myself, but for my children and the legacy I want to leave behind. I was raised by a single father who gave me everything he could with the little he had. He remained single to focus on raising me, never once complaining about the sacrifices he made. When he became ill, we were told it was arthritis. But it was bone cancer, already advanced and aggressive. In his final months, the disease triggered dementia and Alzheimer’s. He no longer recognized me as his daughter. He believed I was his sister, and I never corrected him. I cared for him through heartbreak, and in one of our last conversations, he told me I should become a nurse. That moment changed everything. His words became my mission. After his passing, I found myself in a failing marriage that left me emotionally and financially drained. As an immigrant woman with no safety net, I had to make the hardest decision of my life to walk away and start over for the sake of my children. I knew that education was the only way forward. I enrolled in nursing school, determined to build a future where I could provide for my family and serve others with compassion and strength. Being a minority woman in higher education comes with its own set of challenges. I have faced financial hardship, self-doubt, and the pressure of balancing school, work, and parenting. But I have also discovered a deep well of resilience within myself. I have learned to ask for help, to lean on my cousin and aunt for support, and to keep going even when the path feels impossible. Going to college means everything to me. It’s my chance to break the cycle of poverty, to show my children that it is never too late to chase your dreams, and to honor the sacrifices of those who came before me. Through my nursing career, I plan to work in cancer and neurological care, inspired by my father’s journey. I want to be the nurse who listens, who advocates, and who brings comfort to families in their most vulnerable moments. This scholarship would not only ease the financial burden I carry it would be a powerful affirmation of my journey and my purpose. I am not just pursuing a degree, I am rebuilding a life, creating a legacy, and proving that no matter your age, background, or past, you can rise again.

Growing up, I often struggled to find my voice. As a first-generation college student and a single mother to two children, including my autistic son, I have faced more than my share of challenges. But through it all, I have found strength in unexpected places. One of those places has been the music and journey of Sabrina Carpenter. From her early days as Maya Hart on Girl Meets World to her bold, genre-defying music career, Sabrina has inspired me to embrace my own story, speak up, and keep going even when the world tries to quiet me. I first connected with Sabrina through her role as Maya, witty, strong, and unapologetically herself. As someone who often felt overlooked or underestimated, I saw myself in her. Maya wasn’t perfect, but she was real. That authenticity carried over into Sabrina’s music, where she’s never been afraid to explore vulnerability, heartbreak, confidence, and growth. Songs like Please, Please, Please and Espresso have become anthems for me, reminders that I can be soft and strong, tired and determined, all at once. Sabrina’s evolution as an artist has mirrored my own journey of self-discovery. Watching her break out of the Disney mold and carve her own path in music and film has shown me that reinvention is not only possible it is powerful. As a woman navigating higher education, motherhood, and grief after losing my father, I’ve had to rebuild myself more than once. Sabrina’s resilience reminds me that I can do it, too. Her confidence and creativity have also inspired me to be more open about my mental health. I have battled depression, especially after my father’s passing, and Sabrina’s openness about emotions in her lyrics helped me feel less alone. She has shown me that being vulnerable is not a weakness; it is a form of strength. That message has helped me become a better mother, student, and future nurse. Sabrina Carpenter’s career has impacted me in ways I never expected. She has helped me find my voice, embrace my identity, and believe in my ability to rise above adversity. As I continue my journey in nursing, I carry her message of authenticity and empowerment with me. I want to use my career to uplift others, especially women who feel unseen or unheard. Just as Sabrina uses her platform to inspire and connect, I hope to use mine to heal and empower. This scholarship would not only support my education it would honor the artist who helped me believe in myself again. Sabrina’s journey reminds me that no matter where you start, you can grow into something extraordinary. And that is exactly what I plan to do.

As a single mother, first-generation college student, and someone who has walked through grief, heartbreak, and healing, Taylor Swift’s music has been more than just background noise it is a lifeline. Her lyrics have narrated my pain, my growth, and my quiet victories. Of all her performances, the one that moved me the most was her live rendition of “All Too Well (10 Minute Version)” on Saturday Night Live. That performance wasn’t just a song; it was a story, a release, and a reclamation of power. It reminded me that even the most painful memories can be transformed into something beautiful. Watching Taylor perform that night, with nothing but her guitar, a red spotlight, and a cinematic backdrop, I felt like she was singing directly to the parts of me I often keep hidden. The rawness in her voice, the way she did not hold back the emotion it was brave. It was vulnerable. And it was healing. As someone who lost my father to cancer and dementia, who was misdiagnosed and faded before my eyes, I know what it’s like to carry memories that hurt. I know what it’s like to be misunderstood, to feel invisible, and to keep going anyway. “All Too Well” reminded me that our stories matter, even the painful ones. That performance gave me permission to feel everything I had buried. It inspired me to keep writing my own story, even when it’s messy. It reminded me that strength doesn’t always look like silence; it can look like singing through the tears. Taylor’s performance on SNL wasn’t just a moment; it was a mirror. It reflected my own journey of loss, love, and resilience. It reminded me that art can be a form of survival, and that sharing our truth can empower others to do the same. As I continue my path in nursing, I carry that lesson with me. I want to be the kind of nurse who listens, who sees the whole person, and who helps others find their voice in the midst of pain. Taylor Swift’s music has helped me feel less alone. And that’s exactly what I hope to do for others, whether through a comforting word, a healing touch, or simply being present. That performance was a reminder that even in our darkest moments, we can still shine.

My name is Isabel, and I am a first-generation college student, a single mother to two children, including my autistic son, and a nursing student with a mission rooted in compassion, resilience, and empowerment. My life has been shaped by adversity, but also by the unwavering love of my late father and the strength I’ve found in motherhood. I am pursuing a career in nursing not only to build a better life for my family, but to uplift other women, especially those who, like me, have been told that their dreams must wait. I was raised by my single father, a man who gave me everything he could with the little he had. He remained single to focus on raising me, never once complaining about the sacrifices he made. When he became ill, we were told it was arthritis. But it was bone cancer, already advanced and aggressive. In his final months, the disease triggered dementia and Alzheimer’s. He no longer recognized me as his daughter. He believed I was his sister, and I never corrected him. I cared for him through heartbreak, and in one of our last conversations, he told me I should become a nurse. That moment changed everything. His words became my mission. Since his passing, I’ve faced the challenges of single motherhood, financial hardship, and the emotional toll of raising a child with special needs, all while pursuing my nursing degree. But I have never stopped. I have learned to be resourceful, to ask for help, and to keep going even when the odds are stacked against me. My cousin and aunt have stepped in to support me with childcare and encouragement, and I carry their belief in me every day. What drives me is the desire to make a difference not just in healthcare, but in the lives of women who feel unseen, unheard, or underestimated. I want to be the nurse who listens, who advocates, and who empowers. I want to work in cancer and neurological care, inspired by my father’s journey, and eventually become a nurse educator to mentor and uplift other women entering the field. I believe that when women support each other, we create unstoppable change. This scholarship would not only ease the financial burden I carry it would be a powerful affirmation of my journey and my purpose. It would help me continue my education, support my children, and move one step closer to becoming the kind of nurse who changes lives. I want my daughter to grow up knowing that her mother fought for her dreams and used them to uplift others. I want my son to see that strength comes in many forms, including compassion, perseverance, and love. I am not just pursuing a career; I am building a legacy of care, courage, and empowerment. With your support, I will continue to rise, and I will bring others with me.

Loss changes you. It does not ask permission; it simply arrives, reshaping everything you thought you knew about life, love, and strength. For me, the most significant loss I’ve experienced was the passing of my father. He was my foundation, my protector, and the one person who believed in me without question. Losing him did not just break my heart; it redefined who I am and the path I’ve chosen to walk. My father raised me alone, with limited income but limitless love. He remained single so he could give me the best life he could afford, never once complaining about the sacrifices he made. He was quiet, strong, and selfless. When he became ill, we were told it was arthritis. But it was bone cancer, already advanced and aggressive. By the time we received the correct diagnosis, it had spread to his brain, triggering dementia and Alzheimer’s. In his final months, he no longer recognized me as his daughter. He believed I was his sister, and I never corrected him. I answered to that name, because I knew it brought him peace. I cared for him through tears and heartbreak, and in one of our last conversations, he told me I should become a nurse. That moment changed everything. His words became my compass, guiding me through grief and into purpose. Since his passing, I’ve faced many challenges raising two children, including my autistic son, while attending nursing school and battling depression. But I’ve also discovered a strength I did not know I had. My father’s love and belief in me continue to fuel my determination. His loss taught me that life is fragile and that every moment matters. It taught me to be present, to be kind, and to never take love for granted. This experience has deeply influenced my goals. I’m pursuing a career in nursing not just to build a better life for my children, but to make a difference in the lives of others. I want to specialize in cancer and neurological care, inspired by my father’s journey. I want to be the nurse who listens, who comforts, and who advocates for families navigating the hardest moments of their lives. My outlook on life has shifted. I no longer chase perfection, I chase purpose. I live with intention, knowing that every step I take is part of a legacy my father helped shape. I want my children to grow up knowing that their mother turned pain into purpose, and that love can be the strongest force in the world. This scholarship would help me continue my journey, relieve financial stress, and honor the memory of the man who gave me everything. I carry his love with me into every classroom, every clinical, and every dream I dare to chase.

My name is Isabel, and I am a first-generation college student, a single mother to two children, including my autistic son, and a nursing student who has walked through the depths of mental health struggles and emerged with a heart full of purpose. My journey has been shaped by grief, depression, and resilience, and it is through these experiences that I have found clarity in my beliefs, strength in my relationships, and direction in my career aspirations. Mental health became a central part of my life after the loss of my father. He was my rock, raising me alone with limited income but limitless love. When he became ill, we were told it was arthritis. But it was bone cancer, already advanced and aggressive. In his final months, the disease triggered dementia and Alzheimer’s. He no longer recognized me as his daughter. He believed I was his sister, and I never corrected him. I answered to that name, because I knew it brought him peace. I cared for him through heartbreak, and in one of our last conversations, he told me I should become a nurse. That moment gave me purpose, but the grief that followed nearly broke me. After his passing, I fell into a deep depression. I was overwhelmed by the weight of loss, the demands of parenting, and the financial stress of trying to survive. There were days I felt paralyzed by sadness, nights I cried silently while my children slept, and moments I questioned whether I could keep going. But I did. I sought therapy, leaned on my cousin and aunt for support, and slowly began to heal. I learned that mental health care is not a luxury; it is a necessity. And I realized that my pain had given me a gift: empathy. These experiences have shaped my beliefs about mental health. I believe it must be treated with the same urgency and compassion as physical health. I believe that vulnerability is strength, and that healing begins with being seen and heard. My relationships have deepened because of this understanding. I have become more patient with my children, more open with my loved ones, and more committed to creating safe spaces for others. As I pursue my nursing degree, I plan to specialize in mental health care. I want to work in communities where stigma and lack of access prevent people from getting the help they need. I want to be the nurse who listens without judgment, who advocates fiercely, and who reminds people that they are not alone. My dream is to combine clinical knowledge with lived experience to offer care that is both effective and deeply human. This scholarship would help me continue my journey, relieve financial stress, and allow me to focus more fully on becoming the kind of nurse who brings hope, healing, and heart to every patient I meet. Mental health shaped me, challenged me, and ultimately gave me the clarity to know exactly how I want to help others. I’m not just studying medicine, I’m preparing to be a voice for those who feel unheard, and a light for those walking through darkness.

As a first-generation college student, a single mother to two children, including my autistic son, and a nursing student, mental health is not just important to me; it is essential. It has shaped my journey, tested my limits, and ultimately strengthened my resolve to become a healthcare professional who advocates for emotional well-being as fiercely as physical healing. My experience with mental health began with grief. I lost my father to misdiagnosed bone cancer that led to dementia and Alzheimer’s. In his final months, he no longer recognized me as his daughter. He believed I was his sister, and I never corrected him. I cared for him through tears and heartbreak, and in one of our last conversations, he told me I should become a nurse. That moment gave me purpose, but it also left me emotionally shattered. After his passing, I struggled with depression. The weight of grief, parenting, financial stress, and academic pressure felt unbearable. There were days I couldn’t get out of bed, nights I cried silently while my children slept, and moments I questioned whether I could keep going. But I did. I sought therapy, leaned on my cousin and aunt for support, and slowly began to heal. I learned that mental health care is not a luxury; it is a lifeline. And I realized that if I could survive this, I could help others do the same. As a student, I advocate for mental health by being open about my journey. I speak honestly with classmates about the importance of self-care, therapy, and emotional support. I encourage others to seek help when they’re struggling and remind them that vulnerability is strength. At home, I create a safe space for my children to express their feelings, especially my son, who experiences the world differently. I teach him that his emotions are valid and that asking for help is brave. In my community, I support other single parents by sharing resources, offering encouragement, and simply listening. I know how isolating it can feel, and I believe that connection is one of the most powerful tools for healing. I also plan to use my nursing career to advocate for mental health in clinical settings, especially in underserved communities where stigma and lack of access often prevent people from getting the help they need. Mental health matters because it affects every part of our lives, how we learn, how we love, and how we heal. My journey has taught me that emotional resilience is just as important as physical strength, and that true care means seeing the whole person. This scholarship would help me continue my education, relieve financial stress, and allow me to focus more fully on becoming the kind of nurse who brings hope, healing, and heart to every patient I meet. I’m not just studying medicine, I’m preparing to be a voice for those who feel unheard, and a light for those walking through darkness.

Bravery isn’t always loud. Sometimes, it is quiet persistence, the kind that shows up day after day, even when everything feels heavy. For me, being brave has meant continuing to chase my dream of becoming a nurse while navigating grief, depression, financial hardship, and the responsibilities of being a single mother to two children, including my autistic son. I was raised by my single father, a man who gave me everything he could with the little he had. He remained single so he could focus entirely on giving me a stable life. He never complained, never asked for recognition, he simply loved me with quiet strength. When he became ill, we were told it was arthritis. But it was bone cancer, already advanced and aggressive. In his final months, the disease triggered dementia and Alzheimer’s. He no longer recognized me as his daughter. He thought I was his sister, and I never corrected him. I answered to that name, because I knew it brought him peace. I cared for him through tears and heartbreak, and in one of our last conversations, he told me I should become a nurse. That moment became my compass. After his passing, I fell into a deep emotional fog. Depression crept in, and the weight of grief, parenting, and financial stress felt unbearable. But I kept going. I enrolled in nursing school, determined to honor my father’s belief in me and build a better life for my children. There were days I studied with tears in my eyes, nights I stayed up after putting my kids to bed, and moments I questioned whether I could do it. But I reminded myself that bravery is not about being fearless; it is about moving forward despite the fear. I have leaned on my cousin and aunt for support. They have helped with childcare and encouragement, giving me the space to focus on school. Their love has been a lifeline, reminding me that I’m not alone in this journey. My children, especially my son, inspire me daily. His resilience and unique perspective on the world have taught me patience, empathy, and the importance of advocacy qualities I will carry into my nursing career. Through nursing, I plan to make a difference by bringing compassion and understanding to every patient I meet. I want to specialize in cancer and neurological care, inspired by my father’s journey. I want to be the nurse who listens, who comforts, and who advocates for families navigating the hardest moments of their lives. This scholarship would help me continue my journey, ease the financial burden I carry, and allow me to focus more fully on my studies and my children. It would be a recognition of the quiet bravery that has carried me this far and a step toward the future I’m building with love, resilience, and purpose.

My name is Isabel, and I am a first-generation college student, a single mother to two children, including my autistic son, and a nursing student who has walked through the shadows of mental health struggles and emerged with a heart full of purpose. My experience with depression, grief, and emotional exhaustion has not only shaped my beliefs and relationships it has also defined my career aspirations and the way I hope to impact the world. Mental health has been a constant thread in my life, woven through moments of quiet suffering and loud resilience. After losing my father to misdiagnosed bone cancer that led to dementia and Alzheimer’s, I fell into a deep emotional fog. Caring for him in his final months when he no longer recognized me as his daughter was both heartbreaking and transformative. He believed I was his sister, and I never corrected him. I answered to that name, because I knew it brought him peace. That experience broke me in ways I didn’t expect, and it took time to find my way back. As a single mother, I’ve faced overwhelming stress, financial hardship, and the emotional toll of raising a child with special needs while trying to build a future. There were days I felt like I was drowning, trying to be strong for my children while silently battling depression. But through therapy, support from my cousin and aunt, and the memory of my father’s unwavering belief in me, I began to heal. I learned that asking for help is not a weakness; it is courage. And I realized that mental health care is not a luxury; it is a necessity. These experiences have shaped my belief that mental health must be treated with the same urgency and compassion as physical health. It has taught me to be more empathetic, more patient, and more committed to creating safe spaces for others. As I pursue my nursing degree, I plan to specialize in mental health care, working in settings where I can support patients through their emotional struggles and help families navigate the complexities of mental illness. I want to be the nurse who listens without judgment, who advocates fiercely, and who reminds people that they are not alone. I want to help break the stigma around mental health, especially in underserved communities where silence often replaces support. My dream is to combine clinical knowledge with lived experience to offer care that is both effective and deeply human. This scholarship would help me continue my journey not just academically, but emotionally. It would ease the financial burden I carry and allow me to focus more fully on my studies and my children. More than that, it would be a recognition of the path I have walked and the purpose I have found. Mental health shaped me, challenged me, and ultimately gave me the clarity to know exactly how I want to help others. I’m not just studying nursing, I’m answering a call to care, to heal, and to do good in the world.

My name is Isabel, and I am a first-generation college student, a single mother to two children, including my autistic son, and a nursing student driven by love, loss, and the desire to make a meaningful impact in the world. My journey into the medical field was not born from textbooks or career fairs; it was born from the quiet strength of my father and the heartbreak of watching him fade away. My father raised me alone, with limited income and unlimited love. He remained single so he could give me the best life he could afford, never once complaining about the sacrifices he made. He was my rock, my protector, and my greatest supporter. When he became ill, we were told it was arthritis. But it was bone cancer, already advanced and aggressive. By the time we received the correct diagnosis, it had spread to his brain, triggering dementia and Alzheimer’s. In his final months, he no longer recognized me as his daughter. He believed I was his sister, and I never corrected him. I answered to that name, because I knew it brought him peace. I cared for him through tears and heartbreak, and in one of our last conversations, he told me I should become a nurse. That moment changed everything. His words erased every doubt I had and gave me a purpose I carry with me every day. Now, as I navigate nursing school while raising my children, I hold onto that purpose. I’ve faced financial hardship, emotional exhaustion, and the overwhelming responsibility of parenting and studying. But I keep going because I know that through nursing, I can turn my pain into healing for others. I want to be the nurse who sees the whole patient, who listens deeply, and who brings comfort in moments of fear and uncertainty. I plan to specialize in cancer and neurological care, inspired by my father’s journey. I want to advocate for families who feel lost in the healthcare system and ensure that no one feels alone during their most vulnerable moments. My dream is to work in a hospital setting where I can combine clinical skill with compassion, and eventually become a nurse educator to help shape the next generation of caregivers. This scholarship would help me continue my journey, relieve some of the financial pressure I carry, and allow me to focus more fully on my studies and my children. It would be a step toward fulfilling the promise I made to my father and the dream I now have for others. I didn’t choose nursing lightly. I chose it because I’ve lived the kind of pain that patients and families carry. And I want to be the light in that darkness.

I was raised by a single father who gave me everything he could, even when he had almost nothing. He remained single not because he had to, but because he wanted to give me the best life he could afford with his limited income, endless patience, and unconditional love. He never complained. Not once. He worked hard, sacrificed quietly, and made sure I always felt safe, loved, and supported. His strength and selflessness shaped the woman I am today. Growing up, I didn’t fully understand the weight my father carried. I saw him stretch every dollar, skip meals, and work long hours just to make sure I had what I needed. He never made me feel like I was a burden. Instead, he made me feel like I was his greatest blessing. That kind of love leaves a mark. It teaches you resilience, gratitude, and the importance of showing up for others, even when it’s hard. When my father became ill, everything changed. He was misdiagnosed with arthritis, but it was actually bone cancer that had already spread. In his final months, the disease triggered dementia and Alzheimer’s. He no longer recognized me as his daughter. He thought I was his sister, and I never corrected him. I answered to that name, because I knew it brought him peace. I cared for him through tears and heartbreak, and in one of our last conversations, he told me I should become a nurse. That moment erased every doubt I had. His belief in me became my purpose. Now, as a single mother to two children, including my autistic son, I carry my father’s legacy with me. I’m studying nursing not just to build a better life for my family, but to do good in the world. I want to be the kind of nurse who sees the whole person, who listens deeply, and who brings comfort in moments of fear. I want to help families like mine, those who feel lost in the healthcare system and need someone to guide them with compassion. Even if I didn’t know exactly what career I’d pursue, I’ve always known I wanted to help people. My father taught me that doing good doesn’t require wealth or status; it requires heart. And that’s what I bring to everything I do. This scholarship would help me continue my journey, relieve some of the financial pressure I carry, and allow me to focus more fully on my studies and my children. It would be a step toward fulfilling the dream my father had for me and the dream I now have for others.

Being a first-generation college student means stepping into a world my parents never had the chance to enter. It means carrying the weight of their sacrifices while forging a new path for my children and myself. For me, it is not just about earning a degree; it is about rewriting the story of struggle into one of hope, healing, and purpose. I’m a single mother to two beautiful children, including my autistic son, and I’m studying nursing. My journey has been filled with obstacles, financial hardship, emotional exhaustion, and the grief of losing my father to misdiagnosed bone cancer that led to dementia and Alzheimer’s. In his final days, he no longer recognized me as his daughter. He believed I was his sister, and I never corrected him. I cared for him with love and patience, and before he passed, he told me I should become a nurse. That moment gave me clarity. His words became my mission. Balancing school, parenting, and survival has tested me in every way. There have been nights I studied with tears in my eyes, unsure how I’d make it through. But I kept going. I’ve leaned on my cousin and aunt, who’ve helped with childcare and encouragement. Their support, my children’s future, and my father’s memory fuel me every day. This scholarship would mean more than financial relief; it would be a lifeline. It would allow me to focus more on my studies and less on how to stretch every dollar. It would bring me closer to becoming the nurse I know I’m meant to be: a nurse who sees the whole patient, who listens, who advocates, and who brings comfort in moments of fear. My dream is to work in a hospital setting, specializing in cancer and neurological care, where I can honor my father’s journey and help others navigate theirs. I want my children to grow up knowing that their mother did not give up, that she turned pain into purpose and built a life they can be proud of. Being a first-generation student means I’m not just the first, I’m making sure I’m not the last.

My name is Isabel, and I am a first-generation college student, a single mother to two beautiful children, and a nursing student driven by purpose, pain, and hope. My journey into medicine and research was born from personal loss and the desire to make sure no other family has to experience the heartbreak mine did. I lost my father to misdiagnosed bone cancer that spread rapidly and triggered dementia and Alzheimer’s. In his final months, he no longer recognized me as his daughter. He believed I was his sister, and I never corrected him. I cared for him through tears, heartbreak, and love. Before he passed, he told me I should become a nurse. That moment erased every doubt I had. His words became my mission. As I have progressed in nursing school, I have become deeply interested in cancer research, especially triple-negative breast cancer (TNBC), one of the most aggressive and difficult-to-treat forms. TNBC disproportionately affects younger women and women of color, and it lacks the targeted therapies available for other breast cancer types. The urgency and complexity of this disease call to me. I chose to focus on breast cancer research because I want to be part of the solution. I want to help develop treatments that offer hope where there is currently fear and uncertainty. Being a single mother, especially to a child with autism, has taught me resilience, patience, and the importance of advocacy. These qualities fuel my passion for research. I know what it means to fight for someone you love, and I bring that same energy into my academic work. I study late into the night after putting my children to bed, driven by the belief that my efforts could one day save lives. I’m not doing this alone. My cousin and aunt have stepped in with encouragement and childcare, giving me the space to chase this dream. Their support, my father’s memory, and my children’s future fuel me every day. I want my daughter to grow up knowing that women can be strong, compassionate, and impactful. I want my son to see that his autism is not a limitation, and that his mother never gave up. Through breast cancer research, I hope to contribute to a future where early detection, effective treatment, and survival are the norm, not the exception. I want to be part of the breakthroughs that turn fear into hope and diagnosis into recovery. This scholarship would not only support my education it would honor my father’s legacy and help me fulfill the promise I made to him. I am committed to making a difference, and I believe that through research, compassion, and determination, I can help change the world.

1. I am currently studying nursing, a field that has become more than just a career goal; it is a calling. Nursing allows me to combine my compassion, resilience, and lived experiences into a profession where I can make a real difference. Every class I take brings me closer to becoming the kind of nurse who not only treats illness but also brings comfort and understanding to patients and families during their most vulnerable moments. 2. Attending school as a single parent has been one of the most challenging journeys of my life. I am raising two children, including my autistic son, while balancing coursework, clinicals, and financial stress. There have been nights I’ve studied with tears in my eyes, exhausted from caregiving and unsure how I’d pay the next bill. I’ve battled depression, grief, and self-doubt, especially after losing my father to misdiagnosed bone cancer that led to dementia and Alzheimer’s. In his final days, he no longer recognized me, but he believed I was his sister. I never corrected him. I cared for him with love and patience, and before he passed, he told me I should become a nurse. That moment gave me clarity and purpose. Despite the emotional and financial weight I carry, I have kept going. I have leaned on my cousin and aunt, who have helped with babysitting and encouragement. Their support has been a lifeline, allowing me to focus on school while ensuring my children are cared for. Every obstacle I’ve faced has strengthened my resolve to succeed not just for myself, but for my children and in honor of my father’s belief in me. 3. Once I earn my nursing degree, I plan to work in a hospital setting where I can provide compassionate care to patients and advocate for families navigating difficult diagnoses. I want to specialize in areas that support neurological and cancer patients, inspired by my father’s journey. Long-term, I hope to become a nurse educator or case manager, helping others understand the healthcare system and empowering future nurses. Most importantly, I want to give my children a life filled with stability, opportunity, and pride. I want them to see that despite the odds, their mother rose above every challenge. I want my son to know that his autism is not a limitation, and my daughter to see that women can be strong, nurturing, and successful. My nursing career will be the foundation for a better life for my family, my patients, and my community.

My name is Isabel, and I am a first-generation college student, a single mother to two beautiful children, one of whom is autistic, and a woman who has learned to turn pain into purpose. My journey to nursing has not been easy, but every challenge has shaped me into someone deeply committed to making a difference in the world through compassion, care, and resilience. Growing up, I watched my father work tirelessly with limited education and no access to the kind of opportunities I’m now fighting for. When he became ill, we were told it was arthritis. We trusted the diagnosis, but it was bone cancer, already advanced and aggressive. By the time we knew the truth, it had spread to his brain, triggering dementia and Alzheimer’s. In his final months, he no longer recognized me as his daughter. He thought I was his sister, and I never corrected him. I answered to that name, because I knew it brought him peace. I cared for him through tears, heartbreak, and love. Before he passed, he told me I should become a nurse. That moment erased every doubt I had. His words became my mission. As a single mother, I have faced financial struggles that often feel insurmountable. Raising a child with autism requires time, patience, and resources that are hard to come by. But I know that unless I educate myself and move into a higher pay bracket, I’ll remain stuck in a cycle that limits not only my future, but my children’s. Nursing offers me a path to stability, but more importantly, it offers me joy. I can see myself waking up every day with purpose, knowing I’m helping others while building a better life for my family. I’m not doing this alone. My cousin and aunt have been my lifelines, offering encouragement, babysitting, and emotional support. Their belief in me, along with the memory of my father and the love I have for my children, fuels me every day. I carry their hopes with me into every class, every exam, and every moment of doubt. Through nursing, I plan to make a positive impact by bringing empathy and understanding into every patient interaction. I have lived through misdiagnosis, grief, and caregiving. I know what it feels like to be lost in the healthcare system. I want to be the nurse who listens, who advocates, and who brings comfort in moments of fear. I want to be the person who reminds patients and families that they are not alone. This is more than a career; it is a calling. And I’m answering it with everything I have.

As a first-generation college student, I’m not just pursuing a degree; I’m breaking a cycle. My journey into nursing is shaped by hardship, love, and the unwavering belief that education is the key to a better life. My father, who passed away from misdiagnosed bone cancer that led to dementia and Alzheimer’s, was my greatest supporter. In his final days, he no longer recognized me as his daughter but believed I was his sister. I never corrected him. I cared for him through tears, giving him peace in his confusion. Before he passed, he told me I should become a nurse. That moment erased every doubt I had and gave me purpose. As a single mother to an autistic son and a daughter, I’ve faced financial struggles that feel endless. But I know that unless I educate myself, I’ll remain stuck in a cycle that limits our future. Nursing is not just a career; it is a calling. I can see myself going to work every day with joy, knowing I’m helping others while building a stable life for my children. I’m not alone in this journey. My cousin and aunt have stepped in with encouragement and childcare, giving me the space to chase this dream. Their support, my father’s memory, and my children’s future fuel me every day. Being a first-generation student means I’m paving the way not just for myself, but for my family. I’m rising for my children, for my patients, and for the legacy my father believed I could create.

Some people choose a medical career because they’ve always known it was their calling. For me, it was pain that pointed the way, pain that came from watching my father slip away, pain from struggling as a single mother, and pain from battling depression while trying to hold everything together. These experiences did not just shape me; they transformed me. They gave me a deeper understanding of what it means to care, to endure, and to heal. And they led me to nursing, not just as a career, but as a purpose. My father was my hero, strong, joyful, and full of life. When he started experiencing pain, we were told it was arthritis. We believed it, hoping treatment would help. But the truth was far worse: it was bone cancer, and by the time we got the correct diagnosis, it had spread to his brain. In just two and a half months, he went from being the man who raised me to someone who didn’t even recognize me. The cancer triggered dementia and Alzheimer’s, and he believed I was his sister. I never corrected him. I answered to that name, because I knew it brought him peace. Through tears, I bathed him, fed him, and held his hand. I whispered comfort even when my heart was breaking. That experience changed everything. I saw firsthand how fragile life is, how quickly things can unravel, and how deeply illness affects not just the body, but the soul. I also saw how powerful love and compassion can be. Even when my father didn’t know who I was, I knew who he was, and I loved him fiercely. That love gave me strength I didn’t know I had. It taught me that caregiving is more than a task; it is a sacred act of presence. At the same time, I was navigating my own struggles. As a single mother, I’ve faced financial hardship, emotional exhaustion, and the weight of depression. There were days I didn’t know how I would make it, how I’d pay the bills, care for my child, and keep up with nursing school. But I kept going. Because I knew that every challenge was shaping me into someone who could make a difference. These experiences have given me a unique perspective. I understand what it’s like to feel lost, to be afraid, and to need someone to simply care. As a future nurse, I want to be that person for others. I want to bring comfort in moments of fear, to listen when no one else does, and to treat every patient with dignity and compassion. I want to be the kind of healthcare provider who sees the whole person, not just the diagnosis. Medicine isn’t just about science; it is about humanity. And my journey, though painful, has filled me with empathy, resilience, and purpose. I didn’t choose this path lightly. I chose it because I’ve lived the kind of pain that patients and families carry. And I want to be a light in that darkness.

Alzheimer’s disease and dementia are often described as a slow unraveling of memory, but for my father, it came suddenly, disorienting, and devastating like a tidal wave. My father was a vibrant, healthy man, full of life and laughter. He was the kind of person who could light up a room with his presence and make anyone feel safe with just a few words. When he began experiencing pain, we were told it was arthritis. We trusted the diagnosis, hoping that with treatment, he would return to his usual self. But the truth was far more cruel: it was bone cancer, and by the time we received the correct diagnosis, it had already spread to his brain. In just two and a half months, my father went from being the strong, joyful man I had always known to someone I barely recognized. The cancer triggered rapid-onset dementia and Alzheimer’s, stealing his memories, his personality, and eventually, his ability to recognize me. He thought I was his sister. And so, through tears and heartbreak, I answered to that name. I never corrected him. I knew that believing his sister was there brought him peace, and that was all that mattered. Becoming his caregiver during those final weeks was the most painful and profound experience of my life. I bathed him, fed him, comforted him, and held his hand through the confusion and fear. I watched him drift further away from reality, and yet I stayed grounded in love. I learned that caregiving is not just about physical support, it is about emotional sacrifice, about choosing compassion over correction, and about finding strength in the most fragile moments. This experience changed me. It taught me the depth of human connection and the power of empathy. It showed me that love doesn’t always look like recognition; it can be quiet, patient, and invisible. I learned to communicate with gentleness, to soothe without needing acknowledgment, and to find peace in simply being present. As a nursing student and a single mother, I carry this experience with me every day. It fuels my desire to become a nurse who not only treats illness but also understands the emotional and psychological toll it takes on patients and families. I want to be the kind of nurse who sees the whole person, not just the diagnosis. I want to offer comfort to families who are watching their loved ones fade, and to remind them that even in the confusion, love remains. Alzheimer’s and dementia are cruel diseases, but they also reveal the strength of the human spirit. My father may not have known who I was, but I knew who he was, and I loved him fiercely until the very end. His journey taught me that even in the darkest moments, there is light. Even in the silence, there is love. And even in goodbye, there is grace.

Before becoming a mother, I had only a vague understanding of what autism was. I had heard the word, but I didn’t truly grasp its depth, complexity, or the unique challenges it brings. That changed when my son was diagnosed with autism. Suddenly, I was thrust into a world that operated on a different rhythm, one that required patience, adaptability, and a complete rethinking of how I communicated, taught, and connected. His diagnosis didn’t just change my parenting; it transformed me as a person and inspired my journey into nursing. At first, I struggled. I didn’t understand why my son reacted differently to sounds, why he avoided eye contact, or why certain routines were so important to him. I felt lost, overwhelmed, and unprepared. But as I began to learn more about autism, I realized that my son wasn’t broken; he simply experienced the world in a way that was different from mine. That realization was the beginning of a profound shift in my perspective. I started retraining myself: how to speak in ways that made sense to him, how to teach using visual cues and repetition, and how to celebrate progress that others might overlook. I learned to listen not just with my ears, but with my heart. This journey taught me the importance of individualized care, empathy, and advocacy values that are at the core of nursing. I saw how critical it is for healthcare providers to understand not just the diagnosis, but the person behind it. My son’s autism showed me that healing is not always about curing; it is about supporting, adapting, and empowering. I want to bring that understanding into my nursing career, especially when working with patients who have disabilities or neurodivergent conditions. I want to be the kind of nurse who sees the whole person, not just the chart. Pursuing nursing as a single mother has been challenging, but my son’s journey gives me purpose. He reminds me every day why I chose this path. His resilience, his progress, and even his struggles fuel my determination to become a nurse who advocates for families like ours. I want to help parents who feel overwhelmed, just as I once did, and guide them with compassion and clarity. Receiving the Melendez for Nurses Scholarship would be a tremendous support. It would ease the financial burden of my education and allow me to focus more fully on my training and clinical experience. More importantly, it would affirm that my story and my son’s matter. With this scholarship, I will continue my journey with even greater strength, ready to serve others with the empathy and insight that my son has taught me. In conclusion, having a child with autism has shaped every part of who I am. It has taught me patience, resilience, and the power of understanding. It has led me to nursing, where I hope to make a difference for families navigating similar paths. I am not just pursuing a career, I am answering a calling, inspired by the love and lessons of my son.

The decision to pursue nursing was not made in a moment; it was shaped by years of personal experience, hardship, and a growing desire to make a meaningful impact in the lives of others. As a single mother of two, I’ve faced many challenges that tested my strength and resilience. Through those trials, I discovered a passion for caregiving and a deep respect for the role nurses play in healing not just bodies, but hearts and minds. Nursing, for me, is more than a profession; it’s a calling rooted in compassion, advocacy, and purpose. My inspiration began with my own experiences navigating the healthcare system as a parent. I’ve spent countless hours in clinics and hospitals, often overwhelmed and uncertain, trying to understand medical information while comforting my children. During those moments, it was the nurses who made the biggest difference. They were the ones who explained things clearly, offered reassurance, and treated us with dignity. Their kindness and professionalism left a lasting impression on me. I realized that I wanted to be that source of comfort and clarity for others, especially for families who feel lost in the system. Returning to school to pursue nursing has been one of the most difficult and rewarding decisions of my life. Balancing coursework, clinical hours, and parenting has required sacrifice, discipline, and emotional strength. There have been times when I struggled to pay bills, battled depression, and questioned whether I could keep going. But through it all, I’ve held onto the belief that nursing is where I’m meant to be. My journey has taught me empathy, perseverance, and the importance of showing up even when it’s hard. These are the qualities I will carry into my nursing career. What drives me most is the opportunity to serve vulnerable populations. I am especially passionate about women’s health, chronic illness management, and community-based care. I want to work in environments where I can educate patients, advocate for their needs, and help them feel empowered in their health decisions. My goal is to become a nurse who listens deeply, acts with integrity, and makes every patient feel seen and valued. In conclusion, my path to nursing has been shaped by personal struggle, inspiration from caregivers, and a deep desire to give back. I am committed to becoming a nurse who not only provides excellent care but also brings compassion and understanding to every interaction. The Penny Nelk Nursing Scholarship would help me continue this journey, easing financial burdens and allowing me to focus fully on becoming the kind of nurse who makes a lasting difference.

My nursing journey began with a deep desire to turn pain into purpose. As a single mother of two, I’ve faced more than my share of challenges: financial hardship, emotional exhaustion, and the weight of raising children alone while trying to build a future. But through every struggle, I’ve found strength in the idea that I could use my experiences to help others. Nursing is not just a career path for me; it is a calling to serve, to heal, and to bring comfort to those who need it most. What inspired me to pursue nursing was witnessing the quiet power of compassion in healthcare. During a difficult time in my life, I found myself in and out of hospitals with my children, overwhelmed and uncertain. It wasn’t just the medical care that made a difference; it was the nurses who took the time to explain things, offer a reassuring smile, or simply ask how I was doing. Their kindness stayed with me. I realized that I wanted to be that person for someone else to be the calm in the chaos, the steady hand in a storm. I am currently enrolled in nursing school, working hard to complete my education while balancing the responsibilities of motherhood. Returning to school as a single parent has not been easy. I’ve struggled to pay bills, battled depression, and juggled parenting with coursework and clinical hours. There were nights I studied while my children slept, mornings I skipped meals to make sure they had enough, and days I questioned whether I could keep going. But I did. And through it all, I’ve learned that my challenges have given me a unique perspective, one that allows me to connect deeply with patients and understand the emotional layers of their experiences. I have also learned the importance of advocacy. Many patients, especially those from underserved communities, face barriers to care that go beyond medicine. As a nurse, I want to be a voice for those who feel unheard. I want to educate, empower, and support individuals in navigating their health journeys with dignity and confidence. My goal is to work in women’s health and community care, where I can make a meaningful impact on families like mine. Outside of nursing, what brings me joy and balance is writing. It is my outlet for reflection, healing, and creativity. Whether I’m journaling about my day or writing poetry about motherhood, it helps me stay grounded and connected to myself. I also find peace in spending time outdoors with my children, going for walks, playing at the park, or simply watching the sunset together. These moments remind me why I’m working so hard: to give them a life filled with love, stability, and opportunity. Receiving the MJ Strength in Care Scholarship would be life-changing. It would ease the financial burden that weighs heavily on my shoulders and allow me to focus more fully on my education and clinical training. It would also be a powerful affirmation that my story matters, that someone believes in my potential and wants to help me succeed. With this support, I will continue pushing forward, not just for myself, but for my children and the patients I will one day serve. In conclusion, nursing is not just what I do; it’s who I am becoming. It’s the result of every challenge I’ve faced, every value I’ve embraced, and every moment that’s shaped me. And while my scrubs may represent my profession, it’s the heart behind them that drives me. I am ready to heal, to help, and to make a difference both in the hospital and in the world beyond it.

My journey as a single mother has been marked by hardship, resilience, and an unwavering commitment to building a better future. Raising two young children on my own while pursuing higher education has tested me in ways I never imagined. There have been moments of deep financial strain when I didn’t know how I would pay the rent, keep the lights on, or afford groceries. There have also been moments of emotional exhaustion, when depression crept in and made even the smallest tasks feel overwhelming. Yet through it all, I chose to push forward. I chose to believe that my dreams and my children’s futures were worth fighting for. Returning to school was not a simple decision. It meant juggling parenting, coursework, clinical hours, and part-time jobs. It meant sacrificing sleep, missing milestones, and constantly worrying about how to make ends meet. There were days when I felt like I was failing when I cried quietly after putting my children to bed, wondering if I was doing enough. But I kept going. I kept studying, showing up, and believing that nursing was not just a career path, but a calling. I want to be a nurse who understands struggle, who brings empathy and strength to every patient interaction, and who advocates for those who feel unseen. This experience has shaped my values in profound ways. I have learned the importance of perseverance, compassion, and community. I’ve learned that asking for help is not a weakness; it is courage. I have also learned that education is not just about personal success; it’s about creating generational change. My goal is to use my nursing degree to provide stability for my children and to serve others with the same kindness and care I have needed myself. I want to work in women’s health and community care, helping families navigate complex systems and access the support they deserve. Receiving the Purple Dream Scholarship would be a turning point in my journey. It would relieve some of the financial pressure that weighs heavily on me and allow me to focus more fully on my education and my children. It would also be a powerful affirmation that my story matters, that someone sees my struggle and believes in my potential. With this support, I will continue to push forward, not just for myself, but for my children, who deserve to see that dreams are worth chasing even when the path is hard. In conclusion, my journey as a single mother in nursing school has been filled with pain, growth, and purpose. I am committed to using my education to uplift others, starting with my own family and extending to the patients I will one day serve. The Purple Dream Scholarship would help me turn my challenges into triumphs, and I am ready to make that dream a reality.

Breast health education is a cornerstone of preventive care, emotional well-being, and community empowerment. As a nursing student and single parent, I have seen how a lack of awareness and access to breast health resources can lead to delayed diagnoses, emotional distress, and preventable outcomes. My healthcare journey is driven by a desire to change that narrative, becoming a nurse who not only provides clinical care but also serves as an educator and advocate for breast health. The Annie Pringle Memorial Scholarship aligns with my values and aspirations, honoring a legacy of compassion, education, and service that I hope to carry forward in my own career. Growing up, breast health was rarely discussed openly in my community. Many women I knew delayed screenings or ignored symptoms due to fear, misinformation, or lack of access. As I entered nursing school, I began to understand the critical role that education plays in early detection and treatment. Breast health education empowers individuals to take control of their well-being, ask questions, and seek care without shame. I plan to work in clinical and community settings where I can educate patients about breast self-exams, mammograms, and the importance of regular screenings. By offering clear, empathetic guidance, I hope to reduce fear and stigma while encouraging proactive care. My goal is to make breast health education accessible, culturally sensitive, and empowering for all. In addition to education, I am passionate about supporting patients emotionally through their breast health journeys. Whether someone is navigating a benign lump or facing a breast cancer diagnosis, they deserve to feel supported and informed. I envision working alongside breast imaging specialists, lactation consultants, and oncology nurses to provide holistic care that addresses both physical and emotional needs. I also hope to collaborate with support groups and outreach programs that uplift survivors and educate families. Inspired by Annie Pringle’s legacy, I want to be a nurse who brings warmth, knowledge, and strength to every patient interaction. I believe that healing is not just about medicine, it’s about connection, trust, and compassion. As a single parent, I understand the importance of being seen and heard, especially when life feels overwhelming. I bring empathy, patience, and resilience into my nursing education and clinical practice. These qualities are essential when working with patients who may feel vulnerable or afraid. I want my patients to know that they are not alone, that someone is fighting alongside them, advocating for their needs, and celebrating their victories. Breast health education is not just about facts and figures; it is about empowering people to make informed decisions, feel confident in their bodies, and access care without barriers. In conclusion, breast health education is deeply important to me because it saves lives, strengthens communities, and uplifts individuals. It is a cause I am proud to champion as I pursue my nursing career. The Annie Pringle Memorial Scholarship would not only support my education but also affirm my commitment to carrying forward a legacy of care, advocacy, and empowerment. I am honored to apply for this scholarship and hope to continue Annie’s mission by becoming a nurse who makes a lasting impact on one patient, one conversation, and one moment at a time.

Healthcare is more than a profession; it is a promise to serve, uplift, and advocate for those who face life’s most difficult challenges. As a nursing student and single parent, I’ve chosen this path not only to build a better future for my family but to make a meaningful difference in the lives of others. My goal is to become a nurse who brings comfort, clarity, and hope to patients, especially those living with lung disease and rare medical conditions. Inspired by the legacy of Sammy Hason Sr., I am committed to carrying forward his values of resilience, compassion, and lifelong learning in my own journey. Patients with lung disease often struggle with daily symptoms that affect their ability to breathe, move, and live fully. Conditions like COPD, pulmonary fibrosis, and rare lung disorders can be frightening and isolating. I plan to work in clinical settings where I can provide hands-on care, education, and emotional support to these patients. I want to help them understand their treatment options, manage their symptoms, and feel empowered in their care. Whether it’s guiding someone through oxygen therapy or simply listening to their fears, I will strive to be a steady and compassionate presence. In addition to lung disease, I am deeply passionate about supporting individuals with rare medical conditions. These patients often face long diagnostic journeys, limited treatment options, and a lack of awareness from healthcare providers. As a nurse, I want to be an advocate, someone who takes the time to learn about their condition, coordinates care across specialties, and ensures they are treated with dignity. I envision working in hospitals or community health settings where I can help rare disease patients navigate complex systems and connect with resources that improve their quality of life. What drives me most is the belief that every patient deserves to be seen, heard, and cared for with respect. As a single parent, I understand the importance of empathy and perseverance. I bring these qualities into my nursing education and clinical practice, and I will continue to do so throughout my career. I want my patients to know that they are not alone, that someone is fighting alongside them, advocating for their needs, and celebrating their victories. In conclusion, I am pursuing nursing not just as a career, but as a calling to improve lives through compassion, knowledge, and advocacy. I am especially committed to helping those with lung disease and rare conditions, who often face unique and overwhelming challenges. Through this scholarship, I hope to honor Sammy Hason Sr.’s legacy by becoming the kind of healthcare professional who makes a lasting impact on one patient, one breath, and one moment at a time.