Seeing my twin little cousins have to be put in the NICU at Kentucky's Hospital was when I decided nursing is what I wanted to pursue. When I was in eighth grade my cousin was pregnant with twins and had a very complicated pregnancy. We all knew that it was very likely for things to go not as we wanted with the babies, but we had faith. My family spent countless nights praying for healthy babies with a safe delivery, but God definitely had different plans. One day when I was at school my mom messaged me saying that my cousin had gone into labor and my little cousins were here, but not doing good at all and was in the NICU. Of course since I was at school, I could not have a detailed conversation with her until the day ended. I will never forget the anxiety that continued to pump through my body for the rest of the day. When I finally got home we immediately went to the hospital to visit my cousin and the twins. To this day, my heart breaks when I think about how small and pitiful they were. Seeing all the tubes, machines hooked to them, and their small bodies completely changed my perspective of the healthcare field. In a moment of what felt like time standing still, a nurse walked with the biggest smile on her face. My twin cousins were her only assignment for the day, and so she was in the room quite often while we were there. I remember her being so caring for my cousin, and she answered each question and concern we had with compassion. I remember asking her millions of questions about the twins, her job, how she deals with the pain/grief of losing babies, and if she had any of her own. She never once got annoyed with my questions, but instead made me feel like I could be just like her. The next day, we found out one of my twin cousins had an infection in his intestines, and there was very little chance he would live. Even though the doctors, nurses, and the rest of the care team did all they could, his little body could not find the infection and he ended up passing away. The entire health team was so sympathetic, but the nurse I mentioned above went beyond that. She engraved a butterfly with wings into a tiny quilt for my cousin, and we buried him with it. I will never forget her, and how she made my family feel during one of the most depressing and hard times in our life. She truly made the biggest impact in my life and I wish I could find her today and tell her how grateful I am, and tell her how she specifically changed my life. My goal in life is to be that nurse to another person. I want to comfort families, give them hope that their babies can beat the odds, but most of all, I want to make a positive difference in their lives. Children, especially babies, have always had a special place in my heart. Infertility runs high in my family, and if I can not have my own children, I will love each and every baby and family that comes through the hospital like my own, give them the effort, time, and patience I would my own. Being a nurse, especially a NICU nurse, is a dream of mine, and I will continue to work hard every day to accomplish it.