My hands were shaking, my voice trembled, and I could feel every eye in the room on me. I had spent two weeks memorizing a speech I didn’t think I could give; and now, I had forgotten half of it. That moment, standing frozen on stage, taught me more about myself than any award ever could. Public speaking has always terrified me. In my freshman year of high school, I had to present a science project to the entire school. I imagined stumbling over every word, failing in front of everyone. I considered skipping it altogether. But something inside me refused to give up. I decided to face the fear head-on. I recorded myself practicing alone, then in front of my parents, then anyone who would listen. I rewrote the speech multiple times to match my own voice and asked teachers for feedback. Every mistake became a lesson. Every pause, a chance to improve. Slowly, I was turning anxiety into preparation. When the day arrived, I still felt nervous, but I finished. I didn’t win the competition, and I forgot a few lines, but I stood there, unbroken. Afterwards, classmates asked me for tips, saying they were terrified of speaking too. Suddenly, my struggle had become a way to help others, showing that fear is not a wall but a ladder. This experience shaped me far beyond public speaking. It taught me that adversity is not a reason to stop, but an opportunity to grow. The fear that once paralyzed me became motivation to practice, persist, and improve. My advice to anyone facing a similar challenge is simple: break it down, confront it repeatedly, and treat each stumble as a step forward. Growth is messy, uncomfortable, and sometimes embarrassing; but it is inevitable if you don’t run from it. Today, I drew on the same resilience as a nursing student. Speaking confidently and calmly to families in the hospital requires empathy, clarity, and poise: skills I developed from that early challenge. I recently explained a complex care plan to a worried parent, who left feeling reassured and informed. In that moment, I realized that overcoming my fear of public speaking didn’t just build confidence; it allowed me to guide, comfort, and empower others during their most vulnerable moments. Adversity didn’t disappear on that stage, but I discovered something far more important: my response matters more than the obstacle itself. Every challenge is a chance to grow, every fear a ladder to climb. And the higher it feels, the more I am ready to rise.

I am an international student, a first-generation college student, and a nursing student whose educational journey has been shaped by resilience, sacrifice, and a deep commitment to service. My path to studying nursing in the United States reflects not only academic ambition, but a determination to use education as a tool for meaningful and equitable change. I was raised in Nigeria, where I witnessed how gaps in healthcare access and education transformed manageable conditions into life-altering outcomes. Families in my community often struggled not because care was unavailable, but because systems were difficult to navigate and trust in healthcare was limited. These early experiences shaped my desire to pursue nursing; a profession grounded in advocacy, compassion, and human connection. Immigrating to the United States marked a pivotal transition in my life. One of the most significant challenges I faced was financial. As a first-generation international student, I entered nursing school without generational guidance or financial security. Balancing tuition, living expenses, and the rigorous demands of nursing education required discipline, careful planning, and personal sacrifice. There were moments when the strain felt overwhelming, but I remained committed, understanding that perseverance was essential to both my personal growth and professional future. Another major obstacle was navigating an unfamiliar academic and cultural system entirely on my own. Adjusting to new teaching styles, academic expectations, and professional standards required adaptability and confidence I had to build quickly. Beyond the classroom, I faced cultural isolation and the challenge of finding my voice in spaces where I initially felt invisible. Rather than allowing these experiences to discourage me, I sought mentorship, engaged with campus resources, and learned to advocate for myself. Over time, these challenges strengthened my independence and leadership skills; qualities that are essential to effective nursing practice and patient advocacy. Today, I pursue my nursing education with clarity and intention. I view this opportunity as a responsibility and a form of stewardship; one that demands academic excellence, ethical practice, and service-driven leadership. Nursing has taught me that evidence-based care must be paired with cultural humility to truly meet patients where they are. My lived experience as an immigrant allows me to approach patient care with sensitivity, respect, and an awareness of the barriers many individuals face within healthcare systems. My long-term goal is to work in community and public health settings where I can improve access to care for immigrant and underserved populations. I hope to contribute to health education initiatives, preventive care programs, and advocacy efforts that foster trust and promote health equity. I also aspire to mentor future immigrant nursing students, showing them that their backgrounds are not limitations, but sources of insight and strength. Receiving the Edwards Scholarship would ease the financial burden of my education and allow me to focus more fully on clinical training, academic growth, and community engagement. More importantly, it would represent an investment in my commitment to transform lived experience into compassionate, culturally responsive nursing care. My journey has taught me that obstacles do not define limitations, they reveal capacity. As a first-generation international nursing student, I am driven by purpose, sustained by resilience, and committed to using my education to make a lasting and positive impact on the communities I serve.

My journey toward a career in healthcare is inseparable from my experience as an immigrant. I was born and raised in Nigeria, where I witnessed preventable illnesses claim the lives of family members and community residents; not because treatment did not exist, but because access, education, and trust in healthcare systems were limited. These early experiences shaped my understanding of health inequity and instilled in me a deep commitment to service, advocacy, and meaningful change. Immigrating to the United States marked a defining turning point in my life. Leaving behind my home meant sacrificing familiarity, support systems, and professional stability in exchange for opportunity and hope. As a new immigrant and first-generation student, I faced cultural adjustments, financial uncertainty, and the challenge of navigating an unfamiliar educational and healthcare system. At times, the transition was overwhelming, but it strengthened my resilience and clarified my purpose. Each obstacle reinforced my determination to succeed; not only for myself, but for those who come from backgrounds like mine. Today, I am a nursing student at Johns Hopkins University, pursuing my education with intention and gratitude. Attending one of the world’s leading institutions has been both an honor and a challenge, particularly while balancing academic rigor with financial responsibilities. My nursing education has taught me that healthcare extends beyond clinical skills; it requires empathy, cultural humility, and advocacy. As an immigrant, I understand what it feels like to navigate healthcare spaces while feeling unheard or misunderstood. This lived experience informs the compassionate, patient-centered approach I bring to my clinical training. Leadership, to me, is rooted in service and accountability. I strive to lead through academic excellence, collaboration, and a commitment to continuous learning. Despite financial limitations, I remain disciplined and focused, understanding that nursing demands emotional intelligence, adaptability, and integrity. I am driven by the responsibility inherent in this profession: the responsibility to heal, to educate, and to advocate for those who are often marginalized. Receiving the New Beginnings Immigrant Scholarship would significantly ease the financial burden of my education and allow me to dedicate myself more fully to my studies, clinical practice, and community engagement. With this support, I plan to expand my involvement in health education and preventive care initiatives serving immigrant and underserved populations who continue to experience persistent health disparities. My long-term goal is to work in community and public health settings where I can bridge gaps between healthcare providers and immigrant families through education, trust-building, and culturally responsive care. I also aspire to mentor future immigrant students pursuing healthcare careers, showing them that our backgrounds are not barriers, but powerful sources of strength. I am not simply pursuing a nursing degree; I am preparing to become a nurse leader shaped by resilience, guided by compassion, and driven by purpose. This scholarship represents an investment in my ability to transform personal hardship into lasting impact and to serve communities with dignity and care.

My motivation to pursue advanced education in nursing crystallized during a quiet morning shift, when a middle-aged woman was admitted with uncontrolled diabetes and chest pain. She apologized repeatedly for “waiting too long,” explaining she did not understand her medications or warning signs. Sitting beside her bed, translating labs and care plans into plain language, I saw how knowledge gaps and limited access quietly shape outcomes. That moment reinforced my ambition to pursue advanced nursing education and practice with greater authority, clarity, and impact. I am currently a nursing student at the Johns Hopkins University School of Nursing, driven by the belief that nursing leadership begins at the bedside. Throughout my education, I have witnessed how fragmented systems disproportionately affect adults managing chronic conditions such as cardiovascular disease, diabetes, chronic pain, and women’s health concerns. These experiences have strengthened my resolve to pursue advanced training so I can deliver evidence-based, patient-centered care while advocating for patients navigating complex healthcare systems. Graduate study has demanded discipline, resilience, and sustained focus. Balancing rigorous coursework, clinical expectations, and personal responsibilities has reinforced my drive to grow not only as a clinician, but as a lifelong learner. Each challenge has sharpened my clinical reasoning and strengthened my commitment to excellence. I am motivated by the responsibility nurses hold as trusted clinicians who bridge science and humanity, translating complex medicine into meaningful, actionable care. Like many adult learners, pursuing an advanced degree requires significant financial sacrifice. Tuition, clinical expenses, and living costs require careful planning and persistence. This scholarship would provide critical support, allowing me to direct more energy toward clinical mastery, professional development, and service-oriented opportunities. Reducing financial strain would enable deeper engagement with my education and strengthen my capacity to maximize the impact of my training. I am particularly drawn to this scholarship because Skin, Bones, Hearts & Private Parts emphasizes continuing education across specialties that mirror real-world practice. Conditions rarely exist in isolation. Effective clinicians must remain current in cardiology, diabetes management, dermatology, prescribing, pain management, and women’s health to deliver safe, comprehensive care. I share this organization’s commitment to lifelong learning as a professional obligation rooted in accountability to patients. My long-term goal is to practice as a clinician whose impact extends beyond individual encounters through education, advocacy, and collaboration. I aim to improve outcomes by empowering patients with knowledge, applying evidence-based care, and contributing meaningfully to interdisciplinary teams. This scholarship would support not only my education, but my ongoing commitment to ambition, sustained drive, and measurable impact in nursing. It would also represent an investment in the clinician I am becoming: prepared, reflective, and accountable. As I continue my education, I remain committed to using knowledge responsibly, challenging assumptions, and centering care on dignity and equity. Support from this scholarship would strengthen my ability to learn, serve, and lead, reinforcing my responsibility to make a lasting difference in the lives of patients and communities throughout my nursing career.

During a grassroots medical outreach program in Baltimore, I met an African American woman whose experience reshaped my understanding of healthcare inequity. As our team engaged residents in the neighborhood, she shared that she had been living with a painful abscess that had become infected. Although her condition required medical attention, she had not sought hospital care due to transportation barriers, financial constraints, and prior experiences that made navigating the healthcare system feel inaccessible and intimidating. Listening to her, I recognized that her situation reflected more than an isolated health concern; it revealed a deeper divide rooted in systemic barriers and cultural mistrust. She described having to choose between essential expenses and medical care, and the uncertainty of how she would even reach a hospital. Her decision to endure pain in silence was not a lack of concern for her health, but the result of a system that too often places disproportionate burdens on underrepresented communities. As a nursing student at Johns Hopkins University, my education has emphasized the integration of evidence-based practice with cultural humility. This encounter pushed me to think critically about how healthcare must be responsive to patients’ social, cultural, and economic realities. Cultural specificity, to me, means listening without assumptions, recognizing historical and structural factors that shape medical mistrust, and adapting communication and care plans to align with patients’ lived experiences rather than expecting patients to conform to rigid systems. What stayed with me most was her dignity and resilience. Despite her pain, she spoke thoughtfully and candidly about her circumstances. Her story reinforced the essential role nurses play as patient advocates and trusted points of contact. It affirmed my belief that meaningful care begins with understanding; not only symptoms, but the barriers that prevent individuals from seeking treatment in the first place. As a future nurse and healthcare leader, I am committed to challenging the status quo by bringing cultural specificity into both patient care and community engagement. This includes providing health education in clear, culturally relevant language; advocating for care models that address transportation and financial barriers; and collaborating with community organizations that already hold trust within marginalized neighborhoods. By centering patient voices and respecting cultural context, I aim to help reduce disparities that persist at the bedside and beyond. This experience affirmed my commitment to serving underrepresented communities and addressing inequities that compromise health outcomes. Increasing diversity, representation, and cultural awareness within healthcare is essential to rebuilding trust and improving access to care. Meeting this woman in Baltimore transformed my perspective and solidified my purpose in nursing. Through my education and future practice, I strive to contribute to a healthcare system where compassionate, culturally informed care is not a privilege, but a standard.

Service has never been something I approached as a requirement; it has always felt like a path toward understanding people whose lives look different from my own. As a Dreamer, I learned early on that opportunities are not handed to everyone equally. Because of that, I made a promise to myself: whenever I was welcomed into a space, I would use that space to grow and to give back. That promise has guided my community service, my education, and the career I am building today. One of the first spaces that welcomed me was Christ House in Washington, D.C., a medical respite facility for people experiencing homelessness with acute medical needs. I volunteered at the Nurse’s Station, expecting to learn the basics of healthcare support. What I didn’t expect was how quickly the patients’ stories would settle into my heart. My tasks were simple: creating medication reminders, placing calls for patients trying to reconnect with family, and helping nurses with daily routines. But it was in these small interactions that I learned how deeply people long to be heard, remembered, and treated with dignity. I will never forget helping one patient call his daughter after weeks of hesitation. When she answered and said, “Dad?” he closed his eyes as though the sound of her voice alone carried him a step closer to healing. I realized then that giving back isn’t always measured in hours or tasks; sometimes it’s measured in moments of human connection that remind someone they still matter. Working alongside the Christ House nurses taught me resilience, patience, and compassion. They treated every patient, regardless of circumstance, with a level of dignity that felt transformative. Watching them became the spark that pushed me toward nursing. Their influence, combined with the commitment I brought to my volunteer work, helped me earn the President’s Volunteer Service Award. But more importantly, it clarified the direction of my life: I wanted to dedicate my future to caring for people who often fall through the cracks of the healthcare system. Today, I give back by continuing to serve vulnerable communities whenever I can, using the empathy and awareness I gained at Christ House as the foundation of my nursing education. As a student at Johns Hopkins University, I am committed to growing into a nurse who not only provides excellent clinical care but also listens, advocates, and stands firmly with those who feel unseen. In the future, I plan to positively impact the world by working in underserved and marginalized communities; especially with immigrants, people experiencing homelessness, and anyone who avoids seeking care out of fear, stigma, or financial barriers. I want to be a nurse who restores dignity in moments when people feel powerless, a clinician who bridges cultural gaps, and an advocate who works to expand healthcare access for those who have historically been excluded. I give back because others once chose to believe in me, and I refuse to let that generosity end with me. My future in nursing is more than a career path; it’s a commitment to stand beside people who have been overlooked, unheard, or dismissed. I want to challenge the systems that decide who deserves care and who doesn’t, and to make sure compassion is not a privilege, but a guarantee. Every patient I meet, every community I serve, and every barrier I help dismantle will be part of the legacy I hope to leave behind: a world where dignity isn’t earned, but honored; and where someone like me can rise, give back, and open doors for those still waiting on the other side.

I am the first in my family to attend college, and sometimes it feels like I am building a bridge as I walk across it; step by step, unsure but determined. Being a first-generation student means navigating systems my family has never experienced, learning as I go, and carrying not only my own dreams but the hopes of my parents, who worked tirelessly to provide for us. It is intimidating, but it has taught me resilience, resourcefulness, and the courage to take bold steps toward a brighter future. One challenge that stands out is a late-night research project in biology that I struggled to complete on my own. I didn’t initially understand how to organize my experiments and interpret the data, and the frustration was overwhelming. I remember feeling exhausted and doubting myself. But instead of giving up, I broke the problem into smaller steps, asked my teacher for guidance, and taught myself how to analyze and present the results accurately. That night, I realized that persistence, problem-solving, and quantitative reasoning could turn obstacles into opportunities; a lesson I now carry into every challenge. Balancing school, work, and family responsibilities has tested my limits. Helping care for my younger siblings while keeping up with my grades has taught me discipline, time management, and patience. Volunteering at a local clinic reinforced my dream of becoming a nurse. I saw firsthand how nurses use math to calculate dosages, science to monitor patient conditions, and critical thinking to solve problems quickly. Nursing requires both compassion and STEM skills, and I realized I could combine my strengths in science, analysis, and care to make a tangible difference in people’s lives. Receiving the Bick First Generation Scholarship would be transformative. It would allow me to focus on my studies, gain clinical experience, and further develop the scientific and analytical skills necessary for a nursing career. More than financial support, it would validate the hard work, courage, and hope I carry. With this scholarship, I can continue building my bridge, step by step, turning determination into results and paving a path for my family and those I hope to serve. Being a first-generation student has shown me that challenges are not roadblocks; they are opportunities to grow. This scholarship would honor the path I am forging, the lessons I have learned, and the positive impact I hope to make as a nurse who applies both heart and STEM skills to improve lives.

I arrived in the United States at seven years old with wide eyes, a pounding heart, and a suitcase bigger than me. My aunt held my hand tightly as we moved through the chaos of Dulles Airport in Virginia; her grip was the only familiar thing in a world that felt cold, loud, and overwhelmingly new. My mother had left Nigeria years earlier to find better opportunities, and now it was my turn to begin a chapter neither of us fully understood. As a first-generation immigrant, I grew up aware that I was an outsider to the American education system. I worried about my accent, my English, and whether I could keep up with classmates who seemed effortlessly confident. One of my earliest turning points came in elementary school when I entered my first science fair with a project making “elephant toothpaste.” I spent days experimenting and perfecting my presentation. Winning second place not only gave me pride; it opened my eyes to the joy of discovery. That moment planted the seed for my love of science, a seed that has guided me ever since. I carried that same curiosity and determination with me when I became a biology major at Trinity Washington University, where my interest in scientific inquiry deepened further. Being different also carried painful lessons. I still remember trying pizza for the first time in second grade. I disliked it and quietly threw it away, not understanding its cultural significance. My teacher scolded me in front of the class, and soon I was labeled “African booty scratcher,” a nickname I laughed off but carried heavily inside. It reminded me daily that belonging would not come easily. Instead of shrinking, I turned outward. In high school, community service became a lifeline. Volunteering at food banks exposed me to food insecurity and inequality, and my efforts earned me the Presidential Community Service Award and an ACLU advocacy internship. Listening to advocates, policymakers, nurses, and activists sharing stories of injustice showed me how powerful speaking up can be; and revealed that advocacy is woven into every aspect of community care. That realization led me to nursing. Pursuing nursing allows me to combine my passion for science with hands-on problem-solving, which is why entering a STEAM field feels like a natural continuation of the curiosity I discovered as a child. As a nursing student today, I witness how science, compassion, and advocacy intersect. I have spoken up for patients who couldn’t speak for themselves, called a code when an elderly patient stopped breathing, and ensured patient concerns were heard during medical rounds. These experiences show how my identity; shaped by displacement, misunderstanding, and resilience, prepared me to advocate for those whose voices are often overlooked. My hope for higher education is to become a nurse who drives change in communities like the one that raised me: immigrants, Black and Brown families, and people too often unseen in healthcare spaces. My fear is failing to break cycles that once tried to define me, but my journey so far is proof that resilience is stronger than fear. When I imagined my American dream as a child, I didn’t know the journey would shape me so profoundly. Now, standing at the edge of higher education, I am ready, not simply to continue my own story, but to uplift others through it.

The night everything shifted for me began on a crowded Metro bus, my backpack digging into my shoulders, the faint smell of fryer oil clinging to my clothes from my evening shift. My legs ached from standing all day, and the low hum of the engine mixed with the passenger's chatter into a dull, relentless roar. I pulled out my phone, expecting maybe a text from my mom, but a voicemail from the financial aid office blinked on the screen. My stomach sank as I pressed play. The voice was calm, almost detached: Your financial aid appeal has been denied. The words hit harder than the swaying bus. I gripped my backpack and closed my eyes, trying to steady my racing heart. I had been juggling two part-time jobs, commuting hours on the bus each day, and squeezing in homework wherever I could. And now, after all that effort, it felt like my dream of staying in school was slipping through my fingers. I didn't cry, I didn't move. I just whispered, 'God... what am I supposed to do now? it wasn't a polished prayer; it was the quiet voice of someone standing on the edge of giving up. That night was my challenge. Not just the denied aid, but the fear that after all my sacrifices, I might still fail. Faith wasn't new to me, but leaning on it like this, clinging to it when everything felt unstable; was. I closed my eyes and prayed for clarity and courage; not for money or a miracle, but for the strength to keep moving forward. The next morning I acted. I swallowed my pride and asked for help. I spoke with my pastor, who prayed with me and connected me to emergency support through our church. My academic advisor told me about a departmental scholarship I hadn't known existed. Even the family I babysit for offered extra hours. Step by step, support appeared, as though God was placing stepping stones beneath my feet just as I feared I might fall. Two weeks later, an email arrived that made me catch my breath: I had been awarded the scholarship. It didn't solve everything, but it kept me enrolled. It kept my dream alive. And it reminded me that challenges don't disappear simply because you have faith; faith gives you the strength to rise above them. That season shaped who I am today. My ambition is to finish my education and graduate as a nurse. Nursing calls me to serve others in their most vulnerable moments, just as others were there for me when I needed it most. I want to bring hope into rooms filled with fear, calm into moments of uncertainty, and compassion into lives that need it. That night on the Metro bus didn't break me. It built me. And the faith that carried me through it is the same faith that drives me forward, toward a future where I can care for others with purpose, resilience, and heart. I hope to honor Nabi Nicole's legacy not only by living out my faith and ambition but by becoming the kind of mentor, guide, and steady presence for others that she was for so many.

Full Circle: from Help to Healing _________________________________ Growing up in a single-parent household was not easy. My mom worked part-time due to her health issues to keep food on the table, and there were times when we had to rely on food banks to get by. I still remember standing beside her in those long lines,holding her hand, and promising that one day I'd help others the way people were helping us. Even though money was tight, our community in Washington, D.C. surrounded us with love and support. Those experiences taught me the importance of kindness,resilience,and giving back. That's what led me to volunteer at Christ House in D.C., a place that provides care for people experiencing homelessness and serious illness. At first, I served meals and organized donations, but over time I began to see the power of compassion in action. I watched nurses care for patients with gentleness and patience, treating every person with dignity. It was there that I knew I wanted to become a nurse. I realize that nursing is not just a job, it is a way for me to give back to the community that supported me when I was a child. Now, as a nursing student at Johns Hopkins University School of Nursing, I am trained by my preceptors during clinicals and class work, learning how to provide care that goes beyond medicine. I want to bring that same compassion to families in Washington, D.C., helping them feel supported and valued during difficult times. I'm working hard in school and clinicals to build my nursing career. I would be grateful if the Lotus Scholarship could help with essential costs and remind me that perseverance matters. I'm proud of where I come from; it taught me empathy, strength, and the importance of giving back.

Where Compassion Leads _____________________________ As a nursing student, the first time I cared for a cancer patient, I learned that leadership in nursing doesn’t begin with authority; it begins with empathy. During my clinical rotation on the med-surg/oncology unit, I met a woman recovering from breast cancer surgery. Her body was weak, her voice soft, yet her eyes carried quiet determination. That morning, I gave her a bed bath and helped her walk to the bathroom. As I steadied her arm, she looked up at me and whispered, “Thank you for treating me like I’m still me.” That moment changed my understanding of what it means to be a nurse. It wasn’t about the task itself; it was about connection, respect, and restoring dignity when illness threatens to take it away. I realized that nursing is not only the science of care, but the courage to see and honor the person behind the diagnosis. From that day forward, I knew that this was the work I wanted to dedicate my life to bringing both skill and compassion to every patient I serve. My path to nursing began long before I entered the Johns Hopkins School of Nursing. Years earlier, I watched nurses care for my aunt, who was diagnosed with breast cancer. During long and difficult hospital stays, I witnessed how compassion could transform fear into calm and uncertainty into trust. The nurses who cared for my aunt weren’t just professionals; they were advocates, educators, and sources of comfort. They didn’t just change IV bags or record vitals; they changed how my family felt. Their competence built confidence, and their warmth built hope. Their strength and humanity inspired my ambition to follow the same path. My experiences at Johns Hopkins have since transformed that ambition into a clear purpose: to become a nurse leader who blends empathy with excellence. Throughout my clinical rotations at Hopkins, I’ve been surrounded by mentors and peers who challenge me to think bigger about healthcare systems, patient equity, and leadership beyond the bedside. My coursework and experiences have shown me that nursing excellence isn’t only about providing care; it’s about driving change, listening deeply, and inspiring trust in moments of fear. I’m especially inspired by nurses who advocate for evidence-based practice, mentor younger clinicians, and use their voices to influence policy. I hope to follow in their footsteps, advancing hands-on care in oncology and patient safety through both research and compassionate leadership. Beyond nursing, music is where I find balance and clarity. I’ve played the violin since childhood, and it continues to teach me focus, discipline, and emotional awareness; qualities that mirror the rhythm of nursing. When I listen to or play music after a long clinical shift, it helps me stay grounded, creative, and attuned to the emotional dimensions of care. The violin has always been my way of finding balance between precision and emotion, much like nursing itself. When I draw the bow across the strings, I’m reminded of the discipline, patience, and sensitivity it takes to create harmony. Each note requires control and technique, but the soul of the music comes from feeling. Nursing feels the same way: the best care comes not only from skill, but from the heart. Music keeps me centered, helping me manage the emotional weight of caregiving while reminding me of the beauty of connection: between notes, and between people. The story of Mary Jane Beck deeply resonates with me because her strength, and the compassion shown by the nurses who cared for her, capture the essence of what I strive for in my career. Her journey reminds me that nursing is about more than curing; it’s about comforting. It’s about showing up with both courage and gentleness, bringing light to others even in the hardest moments. I hope to carry forward the spirit of Mary Jane Beck by becoming a nurse who leads not only with expertise, but with kindness; a nurse who listens deeply, acts with courage, and brings dignity and hope to every patient’s story.

Mamalee Milton Eligibility Requirements Do Not Define Me. I chose to live my American dream without eligibility requirements hindering my progress because I decide to create an innovative space for myself where I thrive, appreciate the community I live in, and extend a loving hand to those in need. Like other dreamers, I have faced a lot of challenges due to my status either academically or socially. The most outstanding rejection theme being eligibility criteria and to some extent ‘thank you for applying’. I live with my mother who works a cash job as a kitchen staff in a restaurant. Due to her ill health, I feel obligated to help financially to offset some of the bills. However, I find that no matter how hard we try, our family struggles with poverty and our future seems uncertain. There are days where I must stand in a long line to get a bag of groceries from the food bank; not what we crave or would love to eat, but just to keep the hunger at bay to survive the day. Moreover, the memory of my mother being taken to court because we did not have enough money for rent was disheartening. This was because our status and eligibility criteria prevented our family from accessing resources in the community. I felt like we were walking in circles and my potential was limited. After being rejected severally from paid internships, I did not allow eligibility criteria to define me, but went ahead and applied to community services and unpaid internships with organizations that were welcoming to dreamers, and I opted for valuable experience to advance my academic career, and this earned me the President’s Volunteer Service Award. I volunteered at the Nurse’s station at Christ House, an organization in the Washington, D.C. that provides compassionate care to people experiencing homelessness with acute medical needs. In this position, I was able to interact with nurses as well as the patients and understood their need for care as they shared their stories and struggles in life. I was assigned to make a schedule to remind patients to take their medications and to place a call for them to reach their family members for emotional support. This experience taught me resilience, awakened my compassionate mind, and helped me to live wisely in good and bad times. The attending nurses provided quality care that inspired me to seek a career in nursing; and currently, I am a nursing student at Johns Hopkins University. I choose to live my American dream on a solid foundation to support my desire to help others find specialist support for their healthcare needs in my community. Since healthcare practices keeps evolving, my professional goals are to optimize my efficiency in the nursing field by developing and improving my skills to remain competitive, provide quality care to my patients, and get certified to validate my knowledge and skills to practice higher standards of care to people in need of healthcare. I have the determination to walk in the path of knowledge. My community and my family have demonstrated their support towards me at different levels of my life and educational journey. Using my college training to give back is one of the ways I anticipate showing my heartfelt appreciation for the love, support, and encouragement I received growing up. If awarded the American Dream Scholarship, it will positively impact my college experience and help me to focus and finish my degree. I am determined, I am born ready.