My name is Zoe Nunez, and I am a graduating senior at Piedra Vista High School in Farmington, New Mexico. In the Four Corners region, our community blends rugged high desert with lush green mountain foothills, and our economy rides the ups and downs of oil and gas. Through deep personal loss and hands-on hospital experience, I have discovered my calling: to become a registered nurse. I am eager to earn my Bachelor of Science in Nursing (BSN) and enter a profession that offers so many opportunities. It is a profession where I can make a real difference in patients' lives while exploring the many specialties that nursing offers. Two years ago, my father passed away at home from stage 4 pancreatic cancer. In his final days, hospice nurses provided not only medical care but also the confident, caring presence that allowed his last days to be a little gentler. A year later, my mother survived a life-threatening pulmonary embolism. I spent many afternoons at San Juan Regional Medical Center by her side. One morning, as she trembled before another blood draw, she called for her nurse, Michael. He took her hand and spoke softly, and the fear left her face. In that brief moment, I learned what real nursing should be: not just clinical skills, but empathy, presence, and humanity when people need them the most. These experiences settled deep within me and only grew stronger during a two-year shadowing and work-based learning program at San Juan Regional Medical Center. I worked with nurses, CNAs, and techs in almost every department. During one shift, I accompanied an accident victim to imaging. As she began to cry during positioning, I reached for her hand, smiled through my mask, and reassured her she was safe and in good hands. She squeezed back and whispered, “Thank you.” It wasn’t planned, it just reminded me of the comfort Michael gave my mother, and I knew I belonged in nursing. My 3.4 GPA reflects steady improvement through difficult personal challenges. My time in JROTC built leadership, discipline, and a commitment to service, qualities that will serve me well in fast-paced healthcare settings. Involvement in community events at my church helped sharpen communication and planning skills, which will help me coordinate care on busy floors. Being drawn to nursing's diversity is an opportunity to care for patients across all ages and conditions, accept new challenges, and continue to grow throughout my career. After earning my BSN at San Juan College, I plan to remain in the Four Corners region and contribute to our community's growing healthcare needs. I want to be the compassionate RN who stays calm in crises, notices unspoken fears, and holds hands with genuine care. My experiences with grief, the hours at my mother’s bedside, my hospital shadowing, and the determination learned in JROTC reinforce my deep desire to be a part of this profession. I know nursing won’t be easy—codes, long shifts, tough days—but after everything my family went through, I am ready for it. I am in it for the long haul, committed to earning my degree and giving back to my community.

My name is Zoe Nunez, a senior at Piedra Vista High School in Farmington, New Mexico, with a 3.2 GPA (weighted 3.4). Two years ago, my dad passed away from pancreatic cancer, leaving a hole in my life that tested my strength. Dad was my homework coach, best friend, and biggest cheerleader. Grief overwhelmed me. My grades dropped like a stone, and everything I’d worked for felt like it had been lost. Stubbornly, I refused to give up. I found a tutor, set strict study schedules, and pushed through exhaustion and tears. Late nights and small victories turned failing marks into Bs and As. This strength reminds me in a small way of the work ethic and drive Kalia D. Davis embodied, always giving her best, even amid challenges. My passion for helping others is fueled by my deep involvement in community service. As a Key Club member, I assist with various local events, from clean-ups to food drives. I remember one event in the dead of winter where we were distributing coats to underprivileged children in our community. My hands were freezing, but my heart was incredibly warm. At my church, I’ve participated in and organized fundraising efforts to provide meals, school supplies, and clothes for families in our community. I volunteered for a full year at San Juan Regional Medical Center (SJRMC), doing whatever was needed; assisting staff, comforting patients, or helping in patient areas. While all of these experiences deepened my compassion, they also confirmed my calling to nursing. I’m on track to complete 23 prerequisite credits this spring (including Principles of Biology, Psychology, Developmental Psychology, Composition I & II, Nutrition, and Intro Chemistry) for San Juan College’s BSN dual degree program (Associate Degree in Nursing from SJC + Bachelor of Science in Nursing from UNM). My goal is to become a registered nurse, honoring Dad by being the calm, kind presence for families in crisis, just as nurses were for us. Like Kalia, who excelled as a straight-A student, athlete, and community leader while pursuing Community Health, I strive for excellence in academics and service. While I don’t have formal sports experience like her track and cross country, my volunteering reflects the same ambition, kindness, and drive to make a positive impact. Kalia’s motto of living, loving, laughing, learning, and leaving a legacy helps to inspire me to carry forward with purpose. Financially, my family has faced hardship since Dad’s passing. Mom is our sole provider, and college costs are a heavy burden. This scholarship would ease that pressure, covering tuition, books, or fees for my BSN program. It would let me focus on studies and clinicals without added stress from loans or extra work. More than just financial support, I would be honored to reflect Kalia’s spirit, reminding me to persevere with kindness and excellence - committed to making a difference, one patient at a time. I think Dad would smile knowing I am chasing this dream while carrying forward kindness the way Kalia did. Thank you for considering my story and for keeping Kalia’s legacy through students like me.

It is 2 A.M. in a busy emergency room. A mother and her child have just arrived after a violent car crash. Mom’s injuries look far worse; staff swarm, ordering tests and labs. Yet through her own pain, she fixates on her baby: “Where is he? What’s going on? What are you not telling me?” she begs. Nurse Zoe steps to her bedside, takes her hand, and says quietly but confidently, “Your child is going to be OK. His injuries aren’t life-threatening. I promise—he will be fine. Let’s focus on you right now.” The mother searches Zoe’s calm eyes, and some of the terror ebbs away. Both mother and child will recover. This is my pie-in-the-sky dream—the one that feels huge, almost too big to hold, yet close enough to taste. Two years ago, hospice nurses cared for my father as stage-4 pancreatic cancer took him from us. I watched their comforting, competent touch make Dad’s last days gentler. A year later, I sat beside my mother’s hospital bed at San Juan Regional Medical Center while she fought a massive pulmonary embolism. One morning she trembled at the thought of another blood draw; Nurse Michael took her hand, spoke softly, and her fear melted. One late evening, Nurse Clay stopped by during rounds. Mom tearfully admitted she’d been watching her dropping oxygen saturation. Clay didn’t drown her in jargon. He sat on the edge of her bed and said, “Amy, those are just numbers we’re watching closely. If anything was truly wrong, we’d already be here.” He shared how, after his own biking accident, doctors said he’d never walk again. “Look at me now,” he told her, still working a twelve-hour shift to care for her. “Forget the numbers. Get some rest.” The next day, sunlight spilled into the room as Mom sat in the recliner, feeling better. In those moments I saw, through her eyes, what real nursing is: not just medicine or vitals, but giving someone hope that tomorrow can be better. That is who I want to be for someone else. I have seen too much to walk away from this calling. Growing up in the Four Corners, where oil and gas booms come and go and opportunities for women often feel narrow, I’ve watched talented girls believe healthcare is out of reach. Through JROTC, church leadership, and my two-year work-based learning program at San Juan Regional, I’m already changing that story—shadowing in ER and ICU, holding hands with accident victims, comforting scared mothers. Every shift fuels my mission to show young women in our rural community that healthcare offers stable, respected, deeply meaningful careers. I will bring more than clinical skills to nursing. I will bring the perspective of someone who has sat on both sides of the bed rails—daughter of a dying father and a critically ill mother. Nursing, to me, is where life gets real—where people’s lives rub up against yours, where every shift is life or death, smiles or tears, fear or calm. I’ve seen too much not to care. I’m ready to live in that rawness and leave the kind of mark Michael and Clay left—as Nurse Zoe, the one who listened, who cared, who helped someone find hope when it felt impossible.

Two years ago, hospice nurses cared for my father as stage-4 pancreatic cancer took him from us. I watched their comforting, competent touch make Dad’s last days gentler. A year later, I sat beside my mother’s hospital bed at San Juan Regional Medical Center while she fought a massive pulmonary embolism. One morning she was trembling at the thought of another blood draw. Her nurse, Michael, walked in, took her hand, spoke softly, and calmed her fear. During a late evening during the same hospital stay, Nurse Clay stopped by my mother’s room during rounds and simply asked how she was feeling. Her eyes filled with tears as she admitted she’d been watching her oxygen saturation drop and knew it wasn’t a good sign. Clay didn’t rush in and leave her with medical jargon that leaves families lost. He sat on the edge of her bed and said, “Amy, those are just numbers—numbers we’re watching closely from the station. If anything was truly wrong, we’d already be here.” Then he shared his own story. Years earlier, after a biking accident, doctors told him he’d never walk again. “Look at me now,” he said. “Not only am I walking, I ride marathons, hit the gym every day, and I am working a twelve-hour shift to take care of you.” He ended with the same gentle reminder: “They’re just numbers. Forget about them and get some rest.” The next day, Mom felt better. She had gotten out of bed and sat in the recliner by the window, watching the sunlight spill into the room. In those moments, through my mom’s eyes, I saw what real nursing looks like. It’s not just about medicine, not about monitoring vitals. It is about giving someone hope to believe that tomorrow will be better—it is presence, courage, and humanity when patients need it most. That is what real nursing is —and that’s what I want to be for someone else. I have seen too much to walk away from this calling. Growing up in the Four Corners, where oil and gas drive the economy and opportunities for women can feel narrow, I have seen too many talented girls believe healthcare is out of reach. Through JROTC, church leadership, and my two-year work-based learning program at San Juan Regional, I have already begun changing that story. I have shadowed nurses in the ER, ICU, labor & delivery, and oncology; I have held hands with accident victims and comforted scared mothers. Every shift strengthens my calling and fuels my mission: to show young women in our rural, fluctuating community that healthcare offers stable, respected, and deeply meaningful careers. As a future Registered Nurse, I will bring more than clinical skills. I will bring the perspective of someone who has sat on both sides of the bed rails—daughter of a dying father and a critically ill mother. That’s why I want to be a nurse. Not for the title. Not for stability. But because nursing is where life gets real—where people’s lives rub up against yours, where every shift is life or death, smiles or tears, fear or calm. I’ve seen too much not to care. I’m ready to live in that rawness and leave the kind of mark Michael and Clay left on us—as Nurse Zoe, the one who listened, who cared, who helped someone find hope when it felt impossible.

My name is Zoe Nunez, and I am a senior at Piedra Vista High School in Farmington, New Mexico. My dad, my biggest supporter and the person I turned to for everything, passed away suddenly from pancreatic cancer two years ago. Losing him changed every part of my life and continues to shape the person I am becoming. Dad was more than a parent—he was the one I leaned on for everything. Whenever I struggled with math or needed someone to quiz me for a test, he was right there with patience and a belief that I could figure anything out. When the cancer took him so quickly, that voice was gone. The weeks after his death are still a blur. I went to school, but I wasn’t really there. Homework piled up, grades slipped, and for the first time I felt completely lost without him to help me. When I finally looked at my transcript, I was horrified. Everything I had worked for seemed ruined. My GPA had dropped, and it felt like my whole future was fading away. My counselors and teachers refused to let me give up. They sat with me and helped me make plans to improve. Slowly, I found a new kind of strength—one I didn’t know I had. I stayed after school for extra help, studied late into the night, and slowly fought my way back. Today I carry a 3.22 unweighted GPA and a 3.4 weighted. Those numbers may look average to some, but to me they represent strength. For every point I earned, I pictured Dad cheering me on. Dad’s passing also showed me why I want to become a nurse. Watching the nurses care for him in his final days, I saw how much compassion and skill matter when a family’s world is falling apart. I want to be there for others—the person who explains things clearly, holds a hand when words fail, and makes sure no one feels alone in a hospital room. I’m applying to nursing programs because I have seen how much good nursing care can mean, and I want to bring that to families in the Four Corners who often feel overlooked. Since Dad’s death, my mom has become the sole provider for our family. She works tirelessly, but I know the cost of college weighs heavily on her. Scholarships like this one would ease that burden and let me focus on my studies instead of worrying about how we’ll make it work. More than anything, earning my Bachelor’s degree in nursing will honor Dad. I can almost hear him saying he’s proud of “his girl,” and that thought keeps me moving forward every single day. Thank you for giving me the chance to share Dad’s story and how his loss continues to push me toward a future of helping others. I carry him with me in everything I do.

Two years ago, hospice nurses cared for my father as stage-4 pancreatic cancer took him from us. I watched their comforting, competent touch make Dad’s last days gentler. A year later, I sat beside my mother’s hospital bed at San Juan Regional Medical Center while she fought a massive pulmonary embolism. One morning she was trembling at the thought of another blood draw. Her nurse, Michael, walked in, took her hand, spoke softly, and calmed her fear. During a late evening during the same hospital stay, Nurse Clay stopped by my mother’s room during rounds and simply asked how she was feeling. Her eyes filled with tears as she admitted she’d been watching her oxygen saturation drop and knew it wasn’t a good sign. Clay didn’t rush in and leave her with medical jargon that leaves families lost. He sat on the edge of her bed and said, “Amy, those are just numbers—numbers we’re watching closely from the station. If anything was truly wrong, we’d already be here.” Then he shared his own story. Years earlier, after a biking accident, doctors told him he’d never walk again. “Look at me now,” he said. “Not only am I walking, I ride marathons, hit the gym every day, and I am working a twelve-hour shift to take care of you.” He ended with the same gentle reminder: “They’re just numbers. Forget about them and get some rest.” The next day, Mom felt better. She had gotten out of bed and sat in the recliner by the window, watching the sunlight spill into the room. In those moments, through my mom’s eyes, I saw what real nursing looks like. It’s not just about medicine, not about monitoring vitals. It is about giving someone hope to believe that tomorrow will be better—it is presence, courage, and humanity when patients need it most. That is what real nursing is —and that’s what I want to be for someone else. I have seen too much to walk away from this calling. Growing up in the Four Corners, where oil and gas drive the economy and opportunities for women can feel narrow, I have seen too many talented girls believe healthcare is out of reach. Through JROTC, church leadership, and my two-year work-based learning program at San Juan Regional, I have already begun changing that story. I have shadowed nurses in the ER, ICU, labor & delivery, and oncology; I have held hands with accident victims and comforted scared mothers. Every shift strengthens my calling and fuels my mission: to show young women in our rural, fluctuating community that healthcare offers stable, respected, and deeply meaningful careers. As a future Registered Nurse, I will bring more than clinical skills. I will bring the perspective of someone who has sat on both sides of the bed rails—daughter of a dying father and a critically ill mother. That’s why I want to be a nurse. Not for the title. Not for stability. But because nursing is where life gets real—where people’s lives rub up against yours, where every shift is life or death, smiles or tears, fear or calm. I’ve seen too much not to care. I’m ready to live in that rawness and leave the kind of mark Michael and Clay left on us—as Nurse Zoe, the one who listened, who cared, who helped someone find hope when it felt impossible.

Losing my dad to pancreatic cancer has been the hardest thing I have ever had to overcome. After his initial diagnosis, my dad’s disease was stage 4—untreatable. Dad spent two weeks in the hospital before asking my mom to take him home. He passed the day after returning home with hospice. My dad was pastor of a church in the Four Corners area of New Mexico, a rugged high desert region. Dad was a bridge builder in the community; regardless of denomination, he encouraged everyone to come and work together. In his last days, Dad would pray for families as they passed his hospital room. My dad was a strong husband and father in his faith, and, thankfully, he instilled that strong faith in me. My dad loved the outdoors and did his best to ensure that I did too. Living in New Mexico, we had abundant opportunities for hunting and fishing. One of Dad’s favorite activities was camping. We would pitch a tent, build a fire, and watch wildlife; no hunting—just watching and enjoying. Lying on the ground at night, the fire crackling, and looking up into a sky with the most stars and the brightest moon that I had ever seen will always be a vivid memory. Once in a while, a shooting star would streak across the sky. I will remember those moments for the rest of my life. It was the happiest of times; Dad was the best! During the weeks before his diagnosis, my dad was in excruciating pain. Mom and I prayed for God to relieve his pain, and in the solitude of my room, I asked God for a miracle to heal my dad. Grief, pain, and anger overwhelmed me after Dad’s quick passing. One day, reaching for Dad’s Bible, it opened to one of his favorite passages, John 11:25-26, “I am the resurrection and the life. The one who believes in me will live, even though they die; and whoever lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe this?" My dad believed, and I knew where he was. Did it immediately take away my grief? No, rather, it gave me a new focus, knowing that I would see him again, and, for now, he was no longer in pain. The years that followed were tough. My grades had fallen like a boulder off a steep cliff. By putting in long hours, my grades have improved (although math is giving me a rough run). Earning my degree as a Registered Nurse is my desire. It will take much hard work and determination, but I will get there. Scholarships are important to my education, as Mom is our sole provider, and the financial burden for my education will be difficult for her. Please allow me to extend my sympathy for your loss and thank you for allowing me to share my journey in grief.

My name is Zoe Nunez, and I am a senior at Piedra Vista High School in Farmington, New Mexico. My dad, my biggest supporter and the person I turned to for everything, passed away suddenly from pancreatic cancer two years ago. Losing him changed every part of my life and continues to shape the person I am becoming. Dad was more than a parent—he was the one I leaned on for everything. Whenever I struggled with math or needed someone to quiz me for a test, he was right there with patience and a belief that I could figure anything out. When the cancer took him so quickly, that voice was gone. The weeks after his death are still a blur. I went to school, but I wasn’t really there. Homework piled up, grades slipped, and for the first time I felt completely lost without him to help me. When I finally looked at my transcript, I was horrified. Everything I had worked for seemed ruined. My GPA had dropped, and it felt like my whole future was fading away. My counselors and teachers refused to let me give up. They sat with me and helped me make plans to improve. Slowly, I found a new kind of strength—one I didn’t know I had. I stayed after school for extra help, studied late into the night, and slowly fought my way back. Today I carry a 3.22 unweighted GPA and a 3.4 weighted. Those numbers may look average to some, but to me they represent strength. For every point I earned, I pictured Dad cheering me on. Dad’s passing also showed me why I want to become a nurse. Watching the nurses care for him in his final days, I saw how much compassion and skill matter when a family’s world is falling apart. I want to be there for others—the person who explains things clearly, holds a hand when words fail, and makes sure no one feels alone in a hospital room. I’m applying to nursing programs because I have seen how much good nursing care can mean, and I want to bring that to families in the Four Corners who often feel overlooked. Since Dad’s death, my mom has become the sole provider for our family. She works tirelessly, but I know the cost of college weighs heavily on her. Scholarships like this one would ease that burden and let me focus on my studies instead of worrying about how we’ll make it work. More than anything, earning my Bachelor’s degree in nursing will honor Dad. I can almost hear him saying he’s proud of “his girl,” and that thought keeps me moving forward every single day. Thank you for giving me the chance to share Dad’s story and how his loss continues to push me toward a future of helping others. I carry him with me in everything I do.

Two years ago, hospice nurses cared for my father as stage-4 pancreatic cancer took him from us. A year later, I sat beside my mother’s hospital bed at San Juan Regional Medical Center while she fought a massive pulmonary embolism. One morning she was trembling at the thought of another blood draw. Her nurse, Michael, walked in, took her hand, spoke softly, and calmed her fear. In that moment I understood nursing is not just about medicine—it is presence, courage, and humanity when patients need it most. I decided then that I would become the kind of nurse my parents needed. Growing up in the Four Corners, where oil and gas drive the economy and opportunities for women can feel narrow, I have seen too many talented girls believe healthcare is out of reach. Through JROTC, church leadership, and my two-year work-based learning program at San Juan Regional, I have already begun changing that story. I have shadowed nurses in the ER, ICU, labor & delivery, and oncology; I have held hands with accident victims and comforted scared mothers. Every shift strengthens my calling and fuels my mission: to show young women in our rural, fluctuating community that healthcare offers stable, respected, and deeply meaningful careers. As a future Registered Nurse, I will bring more than clinical skills. I will bring the perspective of someone who has sat on both sides of the bed rails—daughter of a dying father and a critically ill mother. I will bring discipline drilled into me in JROTC, compassion experienced in real hospital hallways, and the determination of a girl who earned college credits while grieving. Most importantly, I will bring a commitment to the young women of our community. After earning my ADN at San Juan College, I plan to organize career events at the various high schools to focus on the next generation of Four Corners girls. I want them to see themselves as nurses, nurse practitioners, and physicians who look like them and have the same life experiences here in the high desert as they do. Healthcare in our region desperately needs local women who understand Navajo, Ute, and Hispanic families, who know the economic cycles of famine or feast, and who will stay after graduation. I am ready to be one of them. The Community Health Ambassador Scholarship for Nursing Students would ease the financial burden of tuition and allow me to focus fully on my studies and later, enable me to reach out to women in our community. I want to honor the nurses who held my family together by becoming the nurse who holds the next family together—and by making sure more girls from Farmington believe they can, too. Thank you for considering me.

I come from the Four Corners region of New Mexico, where oil and gas jobs rise and fall with the market, and stable employment is never guaranteed. Many families here—including mine—live through cycles of feast and famine. When illness strikes, the financial strain can become crushing. Two years ago, my father died of stage-4 pancreatic cancer under hospice care. A year later, my mother survived a massive pulmonary embolism. I watched nurses become the steady presence my family needed when everything else was falling apart. One nurse, Michael, held my mother’s hand and calmed her fear of a simple blood draw. In that moment I knew I wanted to be that kind of nurse for others—the one who brings courage and humanity when patients need it most. Students from underserved backgrounds deserve the same opportunities as anyone else and their chances shouldn’t be based on zip code or how much money is in their parent’s bank accounts. In my high school, I saw classmates give up on college because tuition felt impossible, because no one in their family had ever done it, or because they didn’t know careers in healthcare were even an option for someone who looked like them. Education should not only be for kids whose parents can afford it; when a student is willing to work hard, there should be a way forward. I have not had an easy path. While grieving my father and helping my mother recover, I still earned college credits through dual-enrollment courses, maintained my grades, and graduated high school ready to start nursing school. JROTC taught me discipline; hospital hallways taught me compassion; and my parents’ illnesses taught me resilience. I kept going because I have to and because I refuse to let circumstance decide my future. The Marcia Bick Scholarship would remove tuition as a barrier and let me focus fully on my BSN at San Juan College instead of juggling multiple jobs and worrying about repayment plans. After I become a Registered Nurse, I intend to stay in the Four Corners and serve Navajo, Ute, and Hispanic families who need providers who understand their language, culture, and economic realities. After I earn my BSN, I plan to organize career events with various area high schools so the next generation of girls from Farmington, Shiprock, and Bloomfield can see that it is possible for nurses, nurse practitioners, and physicians to look exactly like them. This scholarship is more than financial help; it is an investment in a local student who will give back to the community that raised her. By easing the burden now, you offer me more of an opportunity to become the nurse my parents needed—and to make sure more young women from underserved backgrounds believe they can do the same. Thank you for considering my application.

Two years ago, hospice nurses cared for my father as stage-4 pancreatic cancer took him from us. A year later, I sat beside my mother’s hospital bed at San Juan Regional Medical Center while she fought a massive pulmonary embolism. One morning she was trembling at the thought of another blood draw. Her nurse, Michael, walked in, took her hand, spoke softly, and calmed her fear. In that moment I understood nursing is not just about medicine—it is presence, courage, and humanity when patients need it most. I decided then that I would become the kind of nurse my parents needed. Growing up in the Four Corners, where oil and gas drive the economy and opportunities for women can feel narrow, I have seen too many talented girls believe healthcare is out of reach. Through JROTC, church leadership, and my two-year work-based learning program at San Juan Regional, I have already begun changing that story. I have shadowed nurses in the ER, ICU, labor & delivery, and oncology; I have held hands with accident victims and comforted scared mothers. Every shift strengthens my calling and fuels my mission: to show young women in our rural, fluctuating community that healthcare offers stable, respected, and deeply meaningful careers. As a future Registered Nurse, I will bring more than clinical skills. I will bring the perspective of someone who has sat on both sides of the bed rails—daughter of a dying father and a critically ill mother. I will bring discipline drilled into me in JROTC, compassion experienced in real hospital hallways, and the determination of a girl who earned college credits while grieving. Most importantly, I will bring a commitment to the young women of our community. After earning my ADN at San Juan College, I plan to organize career events at the various high schools to focus on the next generation of Four Corners girls. I want them to see themselves as nurses, nurse practitioners, and physicians who look like them and have the same life experiences here in the high desert as they do. Healthcare in our region desperately needs local women who understand Navajo, Ute, and Hispanic families, who know the economic cycles of famine or feast, and who will stay after graduation. I am ready to be one of them. The Maxwell Tuan Nguyen Scholarship would ease the financial burden of tuition and allow me to focus fully on my studies and later, enable me to reach out to women in our community. I want to honor the nurses who held my family together by becoming the nurse who holds the next family together—and by making sure more girls from Farmington believe they can, too. Thank you for considering me.

Two years ago, hospice nurses cared for my father as stage-4 pancreatic cancer took him from us. A year later, I sat beside my mother’s hospital bed at San Juan Regional Medical Center while she fought a massive pulmonary embolism. One morning she was trembling at the thought of another blood draw. Her nurse, Michael, walked in, took her hand, spoke softly, and calmed her fear. In that moment I understood nursing is not just about medicine—it is presence, courage, and humanity when patients need it most. I decided then that I would become the kind of nurse my parents needed. Growing up in the Four Corners, where oil and gas drive the economy and opportunities for women can feel narrow, I have seen too many talented girls believe healthcare is out of reach. Through JROTC, church leadership, and my two-year work-based learning program at San Juan Regional, I have already begun changing that story. I have shadowed nurses in the ER, ICU, labor & delivery, and oncology; I have held hands with accident victims and comforted scared mothers. Every shift strengthens my calling and fuels my mission: to show young women in our rural, fluctuating community that healthcare offers stable, respected, and deeply meaningful careers. As a future Registered Nurse, I will bring more than clinical skills. I will bring the perspective of someone who has sat on both sides of the bed rails—daughter of a dying father and a critically ill mother. I will bring discipline drilled into me in JROTC, compassion experienced in real hospital hallways, and the determination of a girl who earned college credits while grieving. Most importantly, I will bring a commitment to the young women of our community. After earning my ADN at San Juan College, I plan to organize career events at the various high schools to focus on the next generation of Four Corners girls. I want them to see themselves as nurses, nurse practitioners, and physicians who look like them and have the same life experiences here in the high desert as they do. Healthcare in our region desperately needs local women who understand Navajo, Ute, and Hispanic families, who know the economic cycles of famine or feast, and who will stay after graduation. I am ready to be one of them. The Women in Healthcare Scholarship would ease the financial burden of tuition and allow me to focus fully on my studies and later, enable me to reach out to women in our community. I want to honor the nurses who held my family together by becoming the nurse who holds the next family together—and by making sure more girls from Farmington believe they can, too. Thank you for considering me.

My name is Zoe Nunez, and I am a senior at Piedra Vista High School in Farmington, New Mexico. Farmington is in the Four Corners area where we experience the high, rugged desert in stark contrast with the lush mountain foothills. Oil and gas make up the local economy and the area sees the highs and lows of an often fluctuating market. My parents instilled in me the importance of obtaining a good education, the ability to enjoy learning, and the importance of making career choices that could provide a comfortable, fulfilling life. Two years ago, my father passed away at home due to stage 4 pancreatic cancer, cared for in his final days by compassionate hospice nurses. A year later, my mother survived a life-threatening pulmonary embolism. I spent every afternoon after class at San Juan Regional Medical Center with her. One morning she was trembling at the thought of another blood draw; she asked for her nurse, Michael. He walked in, took her hand, spoke softly, and the fear left her face. In that moment I understood: nursing is not just medicine—it is presence, touch, and humanity when people need it most. That experience started a fire in me, but it was my own experiences that later confirmed that nursing is my calling. Through a two-year shadowing and work-based learning program at San Juan Regional Medical Center, I worked alongside nurses, CNAs, and techs in almost every department. One shift I was taking an accident victim to imaging. As the technician positioned her for scanning, she started to cry. Without thinking, I reached for her hand, smiled through my mask, and told her she was safe and would receive the best care. She squeezed my hand and whispered, "thank you". In that instant I felt the same calling Michael had answered for my mom. I knew I belonged in this profession. My 3.22 GPA is not stellar but reflects steady improvement through some of the hardest years of my life. JROTC drilled leadership, discipline, and service into me. Organizing community events at my church sharpened the planning and communication skills I’ll need on a busy medical floor. Most of all, the hours I have already spent inside the walls of San Juan Regional have shown me what nursing looks like in the real world—especially in the Four Corners. I have seen the incredible impact compassionate nurses have every single day at San Juan Regional, and I want to join them in meeting the growing needs of our Four Corners community. After earning my degree at San Juan College, I hope to stay in the Four Corners and serve as the kind of nurse my parents needed: the one who stays calm during a code, who notices when a patient is scared, who holds the hand and really means it. I am ready to bring everything I have—my experiences with loss, my hours in the hospital, my determination forged in JROTC and in my mother’s hospital room—and pour it into your program. I want to be the nurse this community raises up and then gives back to.

My name is Zoe Nunez, and I am a senior at Piedra Vista High School in Farmington, New Mexico. Farmington is in the Four Corners area where we experience the high, rugged desert in stark contrast with the lush mountain foothills. Oil and gas make up the local economy and the area sees the highs and lows of an often fluctuating market. My parents instilled in me the importance of obtaining a good education, the ability to enjoy learning, and the importance of making career choices that could provide a comfortable, fulfilling life. Two years ago, my father passed away at home due to stage 4 pancreatic cancer, cared for in his final days by compassionate hospice nurses. A year later, my mother survived a life-threatening pulmonary embolism. I spent every afternoon after class at San Juan Regional Medical Center with her. One morning she was trembling at the thought of another blood draw; she asked for her nurse, Michael. He walked in, took her hand, spoke softly, and the fear left her face. In that moment I understood: nursing is not just medicine—it is presence, touch, and humanity when people need it most. That experience started a fire in me, but it was my own experiences that later confirmed that nursing is my calling. Through a two-year shadowing and work-based learning program at San Juan Regional Medical Center, I worked alongside nurses, CNAs, and techs in almost every department. One shift I was taking an accident victim to imaging. As the technician positioned her for scanning, she started to cry. Without thinking, I reached for her hand, smiled through my mask, and told her she was safe and would receive the best care. She squeezed my hand and whispered, "thank you". In that instant I felt the same calling Michael had answered for my mom. I knew I belonged in this profession. My 3.22 GPA is not stellar but reflects steady improvement through some of the hardest years of my life. JROTC drilled leadership, discipline, and service into me. Organizing community events at my church sharpened the planning and communication skills I’ll need on a busy medical floor. Most of all, the hours I have already spent inside the walls of San Juan Regional have shown me what nursing looks like in the real world—especially in the Four Corners. I have seen the incredible impact compassionate nurses have every single day at San Juan Regional, and I want to join them in meeting the growing needs of our Four Corners community. After earning my degree at San Juan College, I hope to stay in the Four Corners and serve as the kind of nurse my parents needed: the one who stays calm during a code, who notices when a patient is scared, who holds the hand and really means it. I am ready to bring my experiences with loss, my hours in the hospital, my determination forged in JROTC and in my mother’s hospital room—and make a difference.

My name is Zoe Nunez, and I am a senior at Piedra Vista High School in Farmington, New Mexico. Farmington is in the Four Corners area where we experience the high, rugged desert in stark contrast with the lush mountain foothills. Oil and gas make up the local economy and the area sees the highs and lows of an often fluctuating market. My parents instilled in me the importance of obtaining a good education, the ability to enjoy learning, and the importance of making career choices that could provide a comfortable, fulfilling life. Two years ago, my father passed away at home due to stage 4 pancreatic cancer, cared for in his final days by compassionate hospice nurses. A year later, my mother survived a life-threatening pulmonary embolism. I spent every afternoon after class at San Juan Regional Medical Center with her. One morning she was trembling at the thought of another blood draw; she asked for her nurse, Michael. He walked in, took her hand, spoke softly, and the fear left her face. In that moment I understood: nursing is not just medicine—it is presence, touch, and humanity when people need it most. That experience started a fire in me, but it was my own experiences that later confirmed that nursing is my calling. Through a two-year shadowing and work-based learning program at San Juan Regional Medical Center, I worked alongside nurses, CNAs, and techs in almost every department. One shift I was taking an accident victim to imaging. As the technician positioned her for scanning, she started to cry. Without thinking, I reached for her hand, smiled through my mask, and told her she was safe and would receive the best care. She squeezed my hand and whispered, "thank you". In that instant I felt the same calling Michael had answered for my mom. I knew I belonged in this profession. My 3.22 GPA is not stellar but reflects steady improvement through some of the hardest years of my life. JROTC drilled leadership, discipline, and service into me. Organizing community events at my church sharpened the planning and communication skills I’ll need on a busy medical floor. Most of all, the hours I have already spent inside the walls of San Juan Regional have shown me what nursing looks like in the real world—especially in the Four Corners. I have seen the incredible impact compassionate nurses have every single day at San Juan Regional, and I want to join them in meeting the growing needs of our Four Corners community. After earning my degree at San Juan College, I hope to stay in the Four Corners and serve as the kind of nurse my parents needed: the one who stays calm during a code, who notices when a patient is scared, who holds the hand and really means it. I am ready to bring everything I have—my experiences with loss, my hours in the hospital, my determination forged in JROTC and in my mother’s hospital room—and pour it into your program. I want to be the nurse this community raises up and then gives back to.

I am applying for the scholarship to support my pursuit of a career in radiology. I am a high school senior with a 3.22 GPA. Living in New Mexico, I am being drawn to a career in radiology, having been inspired by experiences in my family over the past few years. Nearly two years ago, pancreatic cancer claimed my father's life. During the long months of his disease, I saw how radiology was essential in using the technology to guide his doctors in his treatment. Then again, recently, my mother had a medical emergency in which radiology played a critical role in her diagnosis and treatment. By participating in a work-study program at San Juan Medical Center in Farmington, New Mexico, this past year, I have had the opportunity to observe everyday situations in healthcare. These combined experiences have shown me how important it is to have compassionate, highly skilled healthcare professionals. Staffing shortages make it difficult to provide the necessary medical care in the underserved Four Corners Region. Often, patients in this area must travel hundreds of miles for diagnosis and treatment. I know the importance of skilled technologists in the Four Corners Region, and my goal is to complete the radiology program and serve the community with the care and skills that are so desperately needed here. I have witnessed firsthand through my mother’s and father’s hospital treatment the importance of having the skilled technicians available to provide the images so vital to a patient’s initial treatment and ultimately the outcome of their disease or illness. With a strong academic record and involvement in JROTC, the San Juan Regional Medical Center Radiology Shadow Student Program, the San Juan County Work-Based Learning Program, and my local church outreach programs, I am confident that I have shown a dedication to participate and excel in a radiology program so that one day I can effectively serve patients in a healthcare setting. My parents have always emphasized the importance of education, and despite my father’s passing, their encouragement and emphasis on a sound education early in my childhood helped me remain focused on my career and my future. Financially, my family faces challenges. Since my father’s death, my mother has been our sole provider. Mom remains committed to my education goals, but it will be difficult for her, and these challenges have led me to seek opportunities through scholarship programs such as this. This scholarship would provide the additional financial support that I need to allow me to achieve my goal of completing a degree in radiology, thus allowing me the opportunity to take my skills into the world of healthcare, where I hope to one day care for my patients' needs with the care and compassion they need and deserve. Thank you for considering my application. I am eager to contribute to the field of radiology and make a positive impact, and this scholarship would have a positive impact on my journey.

I am applying for the scholarship to support my pursuit of a career in radiology. I am a high school senior with a 3.22 GPA. Living in New Mexico, I am being drawn to a career in radiology, having been inspired by experiences in my family over the past few years. Two years ago, my father passed away from pancreatic cancer. During the long months of his disease, I saw how radiology was essential in using the technology to guide his doctors in his treatment. Then again, recently, my mother had a medical emergency in which radiology played a critical role in her diagnosis and treatment. During this past year, I have had the opportunity to observe everyday situations in healthcare by participating in a shadowing program at San Juan Medical Center in Farmington, NM. These combined experiences have shown me how important it is to have compassionate, highly skilled healthcare professionals. The Four Corners Region is an underserved area where it is sometimes difficult to have readily available the medical care that is needed because of staffing shortages. Patients in this area have to travel hundreds of miles just to be diagnosed and treated. I know the importance of skilled technologists in the Four Corners Region, and my goal is to complete the radiology program and serve the community with the care and skills that are so desperately needed here. I have witnessed firsthand through my mother’s and father’s hospital treatment the importance of having the skilled technicians available to provide the images so vital to a patient’s initial treatment and ultimately the outcome of their disease or illness. With a strong academic record and involvement in JROTC, the San Juan Regional Medical Center Radiology Shadow Student Program, the San Juan County Work-Based Learning Program, and my local church outreach programs, I am confident that I have shown a dedication to participate and excel in a radiology program so that one day I can effectively serve patients in a healthcare setting. My parents have always emphasized the importance of education, and despite my father’s passing, their encouragement and emphasis on a sound education early in my childhood helped me remain focused on my career and my future. Financially, my family faces challenges. Since my father’s death, my mother has been our sole provider. Mom remains committed to my education goals, but it will be difficult for her, and these challenges have led me to seek opportunities through scholarship programs such as this. This scholarship would provide the additional financial support that I need to allow me to achieve my goal of completing a degree in radiology, thus allowing me the opportunity to take my skills into the world of healthcare, where I hope to one day care for my patients' needs with the care and compassion they need and deserve. Thank you for considering my application. I am eager to contribute to the field of radiology and make a positive impact, and this scholarship would have a positive impact on my journey.

I am writing to apply for the Bright Lights Scholarship to support my pursuit of a career in radiology. I am a high school senior with a 3.42 GPA. Living in New Mexico, I am being drawn to a career in radiology, inspired by experiences in my family over the past few years. Two years ago, my father passed away from pancreatic cancer. During the long months of his disease, I saw how radiology was essential in using the technology to guide his doctors in his treatment. Then again, recently, my mother had a medical emergency in which radiology played an important part in her diagnosis and treatment. Recently, I have had the opportunity to observe everyday situations in healthcare while participating in a shadowing program at San Juan Medical Center in Farmington, NM. These combined experiences have shown me how important it is to have compassionate, highly skilled healthcare professionals. My parents have always emphasized the importance of education, and despite my father’s passing, their encouragement and emphasis on a sound education early in my childhood helped me remain focused on my career and my future. Financially, my family faces challenges, as my mother is now the sole provider. She remains committed to my education goals, but it will be difficult for her, and this has led me to seek opportunities through scholarship programs such as this. With a strong academic record and involvement in JROTC, the San Juan Regional Medical Center Radiology Shadow Student Program, the San Juan County Work-Based Learning Program, and involvement in my local church outreach programs, I am confident that I have shown a dedication to participate and excel in a radiology program so that one day I can effectively serve patients in a healthcare setting. The Four Corners Region is an underserved area where it is sometimes difficult to get the medical care that is needed because of staffing shortages. Patients have to travel hundreds of miles just to be diagnosed and treated. I know the importance of skilled technologists in the area, and my goal is to complete the radiology program at Doña Ana Community College and serve the community with the care and skills that are needed here. The Bright Lights Scholarship would provide the additional financial support that I need to achieve my goal of completing a degree in radiology, thus allowing me the opportunity to take my skills into the world of healthcare, where I hope to one day care for my patients' needs with the care and compassion they need and deserve. Thank you for considering my application. I am eager to contribute to the field of radiology and make a positive impact, and this scholarship would have a positive impact on my journey. I will, without hesitation, supply any information that is necessary for my consideration.

I am writing to apply for the Relevance Scholarship to support my pursuit of a career in radiology. I am a high school senior with a 3.42 GPA. Living in New Mexico, I am being drawn to a career in radiology, having been inspired by experiences in my family over the past few years. Two years ago, my father passed away from pancreatic cancer. During the long months of his disease, I saw how radiology was essential in using the technology to guide his doctors in his treatment. Then again, recently, my mother had a medical emergency in which radiology played a huge part in her diagnosis and treatment. During this past year, I have had the opportunity to observe everyday situations in healthcare by participating in a shadowing program at San Juan Medical Center in Farmington, NM. These combined experiences have shown me how important it is to have compassionate, highly skilled healthcare professionals. The Four Corners Region is an underserved area where it is sometimes difficult to have readily available the medical care that is needed because of staffing shortages. Patients in this area have to travel hundreds of miles just to be diagnosed and treated. I know the importance of skilled technologists in the Four Corners Region, and my goal is to complete the radiology program and serve the community with the care and skills that are so desperately needed here. I have witnessed firsthand through my mother’s and father’s hospital treatment the importance of having the skilled technicians available to provide the images so vital to a patient’s initial treatment and ultimately the outcome of their disease or illness. With a strong academic record and involvement in JROTC, the San Juan Regional Medical Center Radiology Shadow Student Program, the San Juan County Work-Based Learning Program, and involvement in my local church outreach programs, I am confident that I have shown a dedication to participate and excel in a radiology program so that one day I can effectively serve patients in a healthcare setting. My parents have always emphasized the importance of education, and despite my father’s passing, their encouragement and emphasis on a sound education early in my childhood helped me remain focused on my career and my future. Financially, my family faces challenges, as my mother is now the sole provider. She remains committed to my education goals, but it will be difficult for her, and this has led me to seek opportunities through scholarship programs such as this. The Relevance Scholarship would provide the financial support that I need to allow me to achieve my goal of completing a degree in radiology, thus allowing me the opportunity to take my skills into the world of healthcare, where I hope to one day care for my patients' needs with the care and compassion they need and deserve. Thank you for considering my application. I am eager to contribute to the field of radiology and make a positive impact, and this scholarship would have a positive impact on my journey.

Two years ago, my father suffered some medical issues. For the next few years after those medical issues were addressed, he was active, and our daily lives were normal. Slowly, my dad started having more severe pain that he dismissed as a strain. He was so active in bike marathons that he could have possibly injured or strained himself during one of his mountain rides. Unfortunately, the pain became worse, and over-the-counter pain relief was no longer enough. It was a trip to the emergency room that stole my childhood innocence. My dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. My mom and dad did their best to shield me from the horrible truth that was unfolding in our home, but it was not possible to shield me for long. More and more trips to treatment facilities became the norm in our home. Selfishly, I became angry that I was being ignored. My daily life was shattered. I no longer had Mom and Dad to talk to about my daily activities. Everything focused on him. Dad’s pain became increasingly debilitating, and he became weaker and less mobile. I remember the first time he fell. My dad was a husky, muscular man, and my mom couldn’t get him up off the floor by herself. I ran to help, and for the first time, I saw my dad’s grief and sadness at what was happening to him physically. For the first time, I saw his frailty, and that moment changed me. I realized how selfish and self-centered I had been. I began helping my mom and dad every way that I could. I saw how helping more with the daily chores took some of the burden from my mom. I remember one “normal” moment when the three of us made a trip to a local big box store. My dad was in one of the handicap carts, and I walked right beside him, glad that we could be together. It was a simple thing, but a memory I reflect on often. My time with my dad was short after his diagnosis. He was in stage 4, and treatment was not possible. My dad was a pastor, and our home was always filled with prayer for others. I prayed in the solitude of my room for my dad’s pain to be removed. My mom and I prayed together for the miracle that only God can provide. My dad’s last days were in the hospital, and I sat with my mom and watched as scans were done and results discussed. I needed to be a part of what was going on, no matter how difficult it was. I had to let my dad know I was there for him. To say that this was a difficult time in my life is such an understatement. I was at times overwhelmed with grief, anger, and fear. Looking back at some of the moments of those months, I realize that I am now stronger than I thought I could ever be. I am more resilient, as evidenced by my effort to improve and maintain my academic scores. I have also matured in the realization that I am not the center of attention, and I have become more sensitive and aware of the needs of others. I appreciate the opportunity to apply for the SnapWell Scholarship. This scholarship would help with financial obligations incurred in obtaining my degree in a radiology program. Thank you for considering my application.