I grew up knowing my mum (in loving memory) and aunt (retired now) as nurses. Home visiting and assisting my mum became a routine right from a tender age. So naturally, it was a forgone conclusion in my family that i will become a nurse too! That was their assumption. For me, I WANT TO BE AN ARTIST! I wrote a short story got junior class and was the best art student in my class group. My work, last time i checked, was still in d art studio at school. I love anything embroidery till date, love good art works. One day, at age 16 precisely, i was all alone (mum was home visiting) at the health centre quarter when a pregnant woman, obviously in labour walked in and she walked straight to the labour room with me tagging behind, loosened her wrapper, opened her legs and voila, it was head on perineum! Oh my Gosh, no cellphone back then and i can't leave her alone to go searching for my mum. So, what did i do? I panicked! Look at me, about to finish college, am not a nurse. The only knowledge i had was all practical whilst assisting my mum!! I took a deep, deep breath, wore my gloves and received the baby, yuk, all slimy! Its a boy! Sucked out mucus, covered him up. Lo and behold, on checking the new mum, placenta has expelled. Talk about smooth delivery.It was a scary moment but it changed my life. The baby was so cute, i was so excited and it made my day. I decided at that very moment to become a nurse! And to think that i wanted to be an artist! Well, thats life. What's your story? How come you are a nurse?