This might sound weird, but I think nursing is a calling. I used to have a roller-coaster ride of emotions back in nursing school and when I finally became a nurse. There were times I just wanted to run and quit. The stress of it all ate me alive. I came home crying and hiding in my closet during the first couple of months. Always remember, we are dealing with human life, human realities - the reality of sickness and death. It was hard for me to grasp this. I didn't want to be in a job that reminded me of how fragile life was. But there was something about nursing that I couldn't run away from, the reality of love, that despite how short and horrible life is, as a nurse, I could be a ray of sunshine for someone, maybe if it only lasts for a shift, or maybe a moment. All emotions would collide all at once, anger, frustration, urgency, sadness, empathy, love, mercy...welcome to nursing. Maybe, one day as I lay dying in a hospital bed, I hope and pray there would be nurses who are in the profession, not because of money, or prestige, but because they genuinely cared, even if it meant sacrificing their time and sanity (and back).