When I was just two years old, I experienced a life-threatening allergic reaction that unknowingly shaped the course of my life. While under the care of a babysitter, I was given peanut butter—completely unaware that I was severely allergic. Within minutes, my body went into anaphylactic shock. My lips turned blue, my breathing became shallow, and panic filled the room. My parents rushed me to the emergency room, terrified they might lose me. Although I was too young to remember what happened, my parents never forgot the care we received that day—especially from the nurses. While doctors worked quickly to stabilize me, the nurses stood by my parents, explaining what was happening and offering comfort when they were overwhelmed with fear. One nurse stayed by my side the entire time, whispering gentle reassurances even while I was unconscious. My mother still recalls the words she clung to: “She’s strong. We’re going to do everything we can.” Those nurses didn’t just save my life—they left a lifelong impact. They planted the seed of purpose that would eventually lead me to pursue a degree in healthcare. As I grew older and learned about that day, I began to truly understand the power and importance of compassionate care. I realized that nursing is not just about treating illness—it’s about showing up for people during the hardest moments of their lives. I knew then that I wanted to become that kind of person for others. Today, as a nursing student at Virginia Commonwealth University, I am proud to be working toward my Bachelor of Science in Nursing. My journey hasn’t been easy—I’ve faced personal setbacks, academic challenges, and financial stress—but my passion for healthcare has remained constant. As a woman in healthcare, I want to bring more than just clinical skills to the field. I want to bring empathy, cultural awareness, and advocacy. Representation matters, and I believe women—especially women of color—bring unique strengths and perspectives that are essential to a more inclusive and effective healthcare system. I hope to work in pediatric nursing, where I can provide care to children and families who are frightened and uncertain—just as I once was. Children are resilient, but they are also vulnerable. I want to be a steady source of strength for them and their loved ones. This scholarship would not only ease the financial burden of nursing school, but it would also serve as an investment in my dream to make a meaningful difference in the lives of others. I am committed to giving back through healthcare, using my voice, my knowledge, and my heart to uplift those in need. Becoming a nurse is more than a goal—it’s a calling rooted in lived experience, and I’m honored to answer it.

My educational journey has been anything but linear, but every twist and setback has brought me closer to the nurse I aspire to be. I originally enrolled in a nursing program several years ago, driven by a strong desire to help others and a deep interest in healthcare. I was just days away from completing the program when my aunt—who had been battling a serious illness—needed someone to care for her full time. Without hesitation, I stepped away from school to take care of her. It was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made, but it taught me that being a nurse isn’t just about having a degree—it’s about showing up when people need you most. After taking time to support my family, I knew I couldn’t give up on my dream. I reevaluated my path, took the necessary steps to return to school, and ultimately transferred to Virginia Commonwealth University. It wasn’t easy starting over, but I was determined. I worked hard to rebuild my academic foundation by completing my prerequisites, gaining healthcare experience, and reapplying to a competitive nursing program. I’m proud to say I’ve now been accepted into VCU’s School of Nursing, and I know I’ve earned it—not just through grades, but through grit, sacrifice, and passion. One of the most defining “aha” moments in my journey happened long before I ever applied to nursing school. When I was a baby, I had a severe allergic reaction caused by a negligent babysitter. I was rushed to the hospital in critical condition. While I don’t remember the incident myself, my parents have told the story countless times. What they remember most clearly is not just the fear they felt, but the way a nurse stepped in to care for me and support them. That nurse stayed calm, reassured my parents, and made sure they didn’t feel helpless in the middle of a crisis. My mother still speaks about her with tears in her eyes. From a very young age, I understood the power of nursing—not just in saving lives, but in restoring peace, trust, and hope. That story stayed with me. It was my first glimpse into the kind of impact a nurse can have. Later, as I began volunteering in healthcare settings like Goodwin House, assisting with flu shots and connecting with residents, I started to feel that same sense of purpose. During my nurse externship at Inova Health System, I saw firsthand how critical nurses are in every part of patient care. Watching nurses advocate for their patients, anticipate needs, and provide both technical skill and human warmth made me realize: this is exactly where I’m meant to be. Now, as I prepare to begin VCU’s nursing program, I carry all of these moments with me—the pain of stepping away, the strength of returning, the memory of the nurse who saved my life, and the confidence that comes from finally walking in my purpose. I know without a doubt that nursing isn’t just my career goal—it’s my calling.

The nursing industry interests me because it is one of the few professions where science, compassion, and service come together to make a meaningful difference in people’s lives. Nursing is not just about administering medications or monitoring vital signs—it’s about being present for someone in their most vulnerable moments, offering not only clinical care but also emotional support and understanding. The opportunity to care for others in such an impactful and personal way is what drew me to the field and continues to inspire me every day. My interest in nursing stems from a life-threatening experience I had as a baby. A negligent babysitter gave me something I was severely allergic to, which caused a near-fatal allergic reaction. While I was too young to remember the incident, my parents still vividly recall the nurse who cared for me during that time. She didn’t just treat me—she comforted my terrified parents, offered them hope, and helped them feel less alone during one of the scariest moments of their lives. Hearing my parents recount her compassion and strength is what first planted the seed in me to become a nurse. I wanted to grow up and be like her—to be someone who can help others not just physically, but emotionally as well. My ultimate goal for a successful nursing career is to become a pediatric nurse. I’ve always felt called to work with children and their families, helping them navigate the healthcare system with patience, clarity, and warmth. I’m particularly interested in working in outpatient pediatrics or labor and delivery, where I can play a role in supporting families through either early developmental milestones or the transformative process of childbirth. I’ve taken concrete steps to prepare for this future. One of my proudest accomplishments so far has been volunteering at Goodwin House in Alexandria, where I helped administer flu shots and supported elderly residents. That experience gave me firsthand exposure to the importance of empathy, patience, and attentiveness in healthcare. I also completed a nurse externship at Inova Health System, where I had the opportunity to shadow experienced nurses, assist in patient care, and gain valuable clinical insight in a real hospital setting. That externship gave me confidence in my skills, strengthened my ability to work under pressure, and affirmed that I thrive in a fast-paced, patient-centered environment. In addition to these experiences, my academic journey has been a testament to my perseverance. I was once enrolled in a nursing program that I was just days away from completing when I had to step away due to a family emergency. My aunt, who had been battling illness, needed my full attention and care. Though stepping away was difficult, it taught me that nursing is more than a career—it’s a calling rooted in service and sacrifice. I didn’t give up on my dream; instead, I started over and eventually transferred to Virginia Commonwealth University, where I’m now continuing my journey toward becoming a nurse. The nursing industry offers me a place where I can blend my personal experiences, academic strength, and clinical training into a fulfilling and purposeful career. I am excited to continue growing, learning, and ultimately giving back to the communities that shaped me.

My decision to pursue a career in nursing is deeply rooted in a personal experience that has stayed with my family since I was an infant. When I was just a baby, a negligent babysitter gave me something I was severely allergic to, and I went into a near-fatal allergic reaction. I was rushed to the hospital and spent time recovering under medical supervision. While I was too young to remember the experience myself, the story has lived on through my parents’ eyes—and what they always emphasize is not just the fear they felt, but the compassion and strength of the nurse who cared for me. That nurse didn’t just monitor my vitals or administer medication—she offered reassurance during a time of chaos, holding my mother’s hand when she felt powerless, and making sure my parents didn’t feel alone through it all. Even today, my parents speak of her with deep gratitude. Hearing them recall the warmth and strength that nurse showed ignited something in me early on: the desire to one day be that source of comfort and care for someone else in need. As I grew older, I began to seek opportunities to serve and care for others. I volunteered at Goodwin House in Alexandria, where I was able to administer flu shots and support elderly residents. That experience solidified my commitment to nursing, especially seeing how much small acts of care could uplift someone’s spirit. The connections I formed with residents reminded me of why I wanted to become a nurse in the first place—to show others the same compassion that saved my life and brought peace to my parents all those years ago. I am especially drawn to pediatrics because I know firsthand how vital it is to have skilled, empathetic care during the most fragile stages of life. Children don’t always understand what’s happening to their bodies, and their families often feel helpless. I want to be the nurse who not only provides excellent clinical care, but also explains, reassures, and stands beside families through uncertainty. Receiving this scholarship would be more than financial relief—it would be an acknowledgment of the journey I’ve taken to get here. From my own medical crisis as a child to the emotional and academic challenges I’ve overcome to pursue nursing, every step has reaffirmed my calling. Your support would allow me to focus more fully on my education and clinical training so I can one day give back the same comfort and strength I once received.

My decision to pursue a career in nursing is deeply rooted in a personal experience that has stayed with my family since I was an infant. When I was just a baby, a negligent babysitter gave me something I was severely allergic to, and I went into a near-fatal allergic reaction. I was rushed to the hospital and spent time recovering under medical supervision. While I was too young to remember the experience myself, the story has lived on through my parents’ eyes—and what they always emphasize is not just the fear they felt, but the compassion and strength of the nurse who cared for me. That nurse didn’t just monitor my vitals or administer medication—she offered reassurance during a time of chaos, holding my mother’s hand when she felt powerless, and making sure my parents didn’t feel alone through it all. Even today, my parents speak of her with deep gratitude. Hearing them recall the warmth and strength that nurse showed ignited something in me early on: the desire to one day be that source of comfort and care for someone else in need. As I grew older, I began to seek opportunities to serve and care for others. I volunteered at Goodwin House in Alexandria, where I was able to administer flu shots and support elderly residents. That experience solidified my commitment to nursing, especially seeing how much small acts of care could uplift someone’s spirit. The connections I formed with residents reminded me of why I wanted to become a nurse in the first place—to show others the same compassion that saved my life and brought peace to my parents all those years ago. I am especially drawn to pediatrics because I know firsthand how vital it is to have skilled, empathetic care during the most fragile stages of life. Children don’t always understand what’s happening to their bodies, and their families often feel helpless. I want to be the nurse who not only provides excellent clinical care, but also explains, reassures, and stands beside families through uncertainty. Receiving this scholarship would be more than financial relief—it would be an acknowledgment of the journey I’ve taken to get here. From my own medical crisis as a child to the emotional and academic challenges I’ve overcome to pursue nursing, every step has reaffirmed my calling. Your support would allow me to focus more fully on my education and clinical training so I can one day give back the same comfort and strength I once received. I found this scholarship on Bold.org.

When I was just two years old, I experienced a medical emergency that nearly ended my life and quietly shaped the path I would one day choose. My parents had left me with a babysitter for a short time, not knowing I would be given peanut butter—a food I was severely allergic to. I went into anaphylactic shock. My breathing became labored, and my small body was in crisis. My parents rushed me to the emergency room, overwhelmed by fear. Though I was too young to remember it, my parents have never forgotten that day—or the nurses who were there. While doctors focused on saving my life, the nurses stood by my parents, offering compassion and calm. They explained what was happening, held their hands, and gave them hope when everything felt uncertain. One nurse stayed by my side the entire time, whispering comforting words even though I was unconscious. It was through their strength and care that my family felt supported in their darkest moment. That experience planted the earliest seed of my desire to become a nurse. As I grew older and learned more about what happened, I began to understand just how powerful nursing can be—not only in healing bodies but in comforting hearts. It showed me that nurses aren’t just medical professionals. They are advocates, protectors, and sources of strength. Today, I’m pursuing my Bachelor of Science in Nursing at Virginia Commonwealth University, with the goal of becoming a pediatric nurse. I’ve chosen this specialty because I want to care for children the way I was once cared for. Pediatric patients are vulnerable, often scared, and unable to fully understand what they’re going through. I want to be a steady, compassionate presence for them—and for their families. I want to offer comfort, clarity, and connection during uncertain times. As a nurse, I hope to make a meaningful impact on my community by providing high-quality, compassionate care to families in need. I want to work in underserved areas where access to pediatric care is limited, ensuring that all children, regardless of background, receive the support they deserve. My goal is to create a space where patients feel seen, safe, and empowered. Nursing is more than a career for me—it’s a calling shaped by my own journey and driven by a deep desire to serve others. I hope to carry forward the same kindness and strength that once helped my family through one of the most terrifying moments of our lives. By becoming a nurse, I can give that same care back to my community, one patient at a time.

When I was just two years old, I came face to face with a life-threatening experience that would unknowingly shape the direction of my future. It started like any other ordinary day. My parents had left me with a trusted babysitter while they stepped out for a few hours. But during that short time, the babysitter unknowingly fed me peanut butter—a food I was severely allergic to. Within minutes, my body went into anaphylactic shock. My breathing grew shallow, my lips turned blue, and panic overwhelmed the room. My parents rushed me to the emergency room, their hearts heavy with fear and their eyes filled with tears, terrified of what the next few minutes might bring. Although I was too young to remember what happened, my parents never forgot the nurses who were there that day. While the doctors focused on keeping me alive, it was the nurses who stood by my parents’ side. They explained what was happening with compassion and clarity. They held my parents’ hands when words failed. One nurse in particular stayed by my side throughout it all, whispering comforting words even though I was unconscious. My mother often repeats the phrase she remembers most from that day: “She’s strong. We’re going to do everything we can.” And somehow, I was strong enough. I made it through. That day didn’t just mark a moment of survival—it planted a seed. As I grew up and learned about what happened, I began to understand just how critical those nurses were in my story. They weren’t just performing a job; they were the calm in the storm, the light in the darkness, the strength when my family was at their most vulnerable. Their presence, their skill, and above all, their humanity inspired me. I realized early on that I wanted to be that kind of person for someone else. I wanted to become a nurse. Now, as a student at Virginia Commonwealth University pursuing my Bachelor of Science in Nursing, I find myself reflecting on that moment often. It reminds me why I’ve chosen this path and why I remain committed to seeing it through. Nursing is not easy. It demands a unique blend of scientific understanding, emotional intelligence, compassion, and courage. But that’s exactly why it speaks to me so deeply. It’s not just a profession—it’s a mission. It’s a promise to show up for others, especially when they’re at their lowest. Of all the specialties in nursing, pediatric care has always held the deepest place in my heart. I was once the frightened child in a hospital bed, surrounded by tubes and monitors, too young to understand what was happening. And I remember how my parents leaned on the strength of the pediatric nurses who cared for me. I want to be that nurse now—for the child who is scared and hurting, and for the parent who doesn’t know what to do. Pediatric nursing is more than just treating small bodies. It is about recognizing the resilience and sensitivity of children, and nurturing them with patience, warmth, and understanding. Children may not always be able to advocate for themselves, so I want to be their voice, their support, and their source of safety in uncertain times. To prepare for this journey, I have been intentional about every academic and personal decision I make. I’ve dedicated myself to my studies, focusing on biology, chemistry, and anatomy to build a strong foundation for clinical excellence. Outside the classroom, I’ve volunteered in healthcare settings where I’ve gained exposure to the realities of patient care. I’ve spent time shadowing nurses and engaging with pediatric patients, and each experience only confirms that I am exactly where I’m meant to be. I’ve worked to build not only my knowledge but also the resilience, compassion, and humility that nursing demands. In reading about Nancy “Nana” Shirley’s incredible life and legacy, I found myself in awe of her journey. Her commitment to nursing, her service in the Army, her dedication to children in need, and her deep love for her family are all qualities that I aspire to embody in my own life. Like her, I come from a family that cherishes community, selflessness, and perseverance. Her path—from an immigrant child to an Army pediatric nurse, to a devoted aunt and guardian angel—is a beautiful reminder that nursing goes far beyond hospital walls. It is about touching lives, building relationships, and showing up for others no matter what. Her story reminds me of why I’m doing this. It isn’t about accolades or job titles. It’s about impact. It’s about making sure that when someone needs help the most, you’re ready to give them everything you can. Just like the nurse who stood beside me as a toddler. Just like Captain Nancy Shirley, who served children with a heart full of purpose. This scholarship would be more than financial support—it would be a piece of her legacy passed on to someone determined to carry that legacy forward. It would allow me to continue my education with less worry about financial strain and more focus on becoming the pediatric nurse I was meant to be. One who makes children feel safe and strong. One who lifts up parents in their hardest moments. One who sees nursing not only as a profession, but as a calling of the heart. I am determined to honor the opportunity I’ve been given—to live, to learn, and to serve. I want to be the nurse who gives back the same hope and care that once saved me. And through this scholarship, I would carry a part of Nancy Shirley’s spirit with me into every patient’s room, every sleepless night, and every life I touch.

When I was just two years old, I almost lost my life. My parents had trusted a babysitter to watch me for a few hours, a normal routine for a young family. During that time, I was given peanut butter, not knowing I was severely allergic to it. Within minutes, I went into anaphylactic shock. I couldn’t breathe. My parents rushed me to the emergency room in a panic, terrified of what might happen. Although I don’t remember that day, my parents never forgot it. Most of all, they remember the nurses who surrounded them in one of the scariest moments of their lives. While the doctors worked to save me, the nurses were the ones who stayed by my parents’ side. They held their hands, explained the procedures, comforted their fears, and reminded them they were not alone. One nurse stayed beside me the entire time, whispering calming words even though I was unconscious. My mother still remembers her saying, “She’s strong. We’re going to do everything we can.” That moment could have ended in heartbreak, but it didn’t. It became a defining part of my life story and the reason I want to become a nurse. As I grew older and learned about what happened, I didn’t just feel grateful. I felt inspired. I realized that nurses were not just caregivers. They were protectors, advocates, and sources of strength. That experience lit a fire in me that has only grown with time. Today, I am working toward becoming a pediatric nurse. I want to specialize in caring for children because I was once the child who needed that care. Pediatric nursing speaks to my heart in a unique way. Children are vulnerable and often frightened in medical environments, and I want to be the person who helps them feel safe, seen, and supported. I also want to be there for their families, just like the nurses who comforted mine. To prepare for this journey, I have immersed myself in the world of healthcare. I have taken challenging science courses, volunteered in clinics and pediatric settings, and surrounded myself with mentors who have helped me grow academically and emotionally. Every step I take is fueled by purpose. I know nursing requires intelligence, compassion, patience, and resilience. I am ready for all of it. This scholarship would be an incredible support on my journey. It would ease the financial burden of my education and allow me to stay focused on developing into the best nurse I can be. More than anything, it would bring me closer to achieving my dream of giving back the same love and care that once helped save my life.

When I was just two years old, I almost lost my life. My parents had trusted a babysitter to care for me for just a few hours, an ordinary day in the life of a young family. But in a matter of minutes, that normal day turned into a nightmare. The babysitter gave me peanut butter which I was severely allergic to, unaware of the danger. My tiny body went into anaphylactic shock. I couldn’t breathe. My parents rushed me to the emergency room with fear in their hearts and tears in their eyes. I don’t remember those moments, but my parents do and they’ve never forgotten the nurses who were there. While the doctors worked to save me, the nurses were the ones who held my parents when they could barely stand. They explained what was happening when the words were too overwhelming. They wiped away tears and gave my parents the only thing they needed most, hope. One nurse stayed by my side the entire time, whispering words of comfort even though I couldn’t hear her. My mom still remembers how that nurse held her hand and said, “We’re going to do everything we can. She’s strong.” And she was right, I pulled through. That day didn’t just mark a terrifying chapter in my family’s life, it quietly planted a seed in my heart. As I grew older and learned what happened, I realized that the people who made the biggest difference weren’t just the ones who treated my body, they were the ones who saw us as human beings, who gave my parents peace in the middle of chaos. They were the nurses. That’s when I knew, I wanted to be one of them. I want to be the person who stands beside a child in crisis and lets them know they’re not alone. I want to be the voice that steadies a frightened parent’s world. Nursing, to me, is more than a career, it’s a calling to serve others in their most vulnerable moments, to offer strength when everything feels like it’s falling apart. Every step I’ve taken in my life has been guided by that purpose. From studying the sciences to volunteering in healthcare settings, I’ve worked hard not just to build the skills I’ll need, but to grow the heart it takes to truly care. I know nursing is not easy, it demands compassion, patience, and resilience, but I also know I was meant for this path. That near-death experience didn’t just take something from me, it gave me something too. It gave me clarity. It gave me passion. And most importantly, it gave me the chance to live a life that honors the nurses who once saved mine. This scholarship would not just help fund my education, it would help me walk the path toward becoming the nurse who helps save someone else’s world, just like they once saved mine.

When I was just two years old, I almost lost my life. My parents had left me with a babysitter for a few hours, just a typical day for a young family. But in those few hours, I was given peanut butter, which I was severely allergic to. Within minutes, my body went into anaphylactic shock. I couldn’t breathe. My parents rushed me to the emergency room with panic in their hearts and tears streaming down their faces. I was too young to remember that day, but my parents remember every moment. Most of all, they remember the nurses, especially the pediatric nurse who stayed by my side the entire time. While the doctors worked to stabilize me, she whispered soothing words, wiped the fear from my mother’s face, and reassured my father with calm confidence. One simple phrase still echoes in my mom’s memory: “She’s strong. We’re going to do everything we can.” That moment could have ended in tragedy. Instead, it became the root of my purpose. As I grew up and learned what had happened, I didn’t just feel grateful, I felt called. I realized that it wasn’t just the medicine that saved me. It was the compassion, the reassurance, and the emotional support that made the difference for my family. That’s when I knew I wanted to become a nurse. More specifically, I wanted to become a pediatric nurse, like the one who once saved my life. Pediatric nurses are more than caregivers. They are healers of both children and families. They bring comfort to little ones who don’t always understand what’s happening and strength to parents who feel powerless. I want to be that bridge of hope between fear and healing. I want to be the steady hand for a scared child, the calm voice for anxious parents, and the advocate who sees every child as more than just a patient. In these unprecedented times, with the nursing shortage growing, pediatric nurses like Deborah Stevens are needed more than ever. I’m proud to be pursuing this path not just because it honors my own story, but because I believe every child deserves the same chance I was given. I’ve taken every opportunity to prepare for this future by studying hard in the sciences, volunteering in pediatric care settings, and pushing myself to grow not just as a student, but as a compassionate human being. This scholarship would mean the world to me. It would help relieve some of the financial strain of nursing school, allowing me to focus fully on developing into the pediatric nurse I’m meant to be. I know this path won’t be easy. It requires strength, patience, and heart, but I’ve seen firsthand just how powerful it can be. I want to be that power in someone else’s story. I want to be the pediatric nurse who makes a child feel safe, who gives parents peace, and who, like Deborah Stevens, helps shape a healthier, more hopeful future.

When I was just two years old, I almost lost my life. My parents had trusted a babysitter to care for me for just a few hours, an ordinary day in the life of a young family. But in a matter of minutes, that normal day turned into a nightmare. The babysitter gave me peanut butter which I was severely allergic to, unaware of the danger. My tiny body went into anaphylactic shock. I couldn’t breathe. My parents rushed me to the emergency room with fear in their hearts and tears in their eyes. I don’t remember those moments, but my parents do and they’ve never forgotten the nurses who were there. While the doctors worked to save me, the nurses were the ones who held my parents when they could barely stand. They explained what was happening when the words were too overwhelming. They wiped away tears and gave my parents the only thing they needed most, hope. One nurse stayed by my side the entire time, whispering words of comfort even though I couldn’t hear her. My mom still remembers how that nurse held her hand and said, “We’re going to do everything we can. She’s strong.” And she was right, I pulled through. That day didn’t just mark a terrifying chapter in my family’s life, it quietly planted a seed in my heart. As I grew older and learned what happened, I realized that the people who made the biggest difference weren’t just the ones who treated my body, they were the ones who saw us as human beings, who gave my parents peace in the middle of chaos. They were the nurses. That’s when I knew, I wanted to be one of them. I want to be the person who stands beside a child in crisis and lets them know they’re not alone. I want to be the voice that steadies a frightened parent’s world. Nursing, to me, is more than a career, it’s a calling to serve others in their most vulnerable moments, to offer strength when everything feels like it’s falling apart. Every step I’ve taken in my life has been guided by that purpose. From studying the sciences to volunteering in healthcare settings, I’ve worked hard not just to build the skills I’ll need, but to grow the heart it takes to truly care. I know nursing is not easy, it demands compassion, patience, and resilience, but I also know I was meant for this path. That near-death experience didn’t just take something from me, it gave me something too. It gave me clarity. It gave me passion. And most importantly, it gave me the chance to live a life that honors the nurses who once saved mine. This scholarship would not just help fund my education, it would help me walk the path toward becoming the nurse who helps save someone else’s world, just like they once saved mine.