I found myself enclosed in a single room. Somebody had laid me down in the bed and left. I tried to wake up from my position, but it was in vain. I had no option than to sleep still. My leg was excruciating. I asked for help in agony, but it seemed that no one was around. They had plastered my leg and gave me an injection that would keep me asleep for three hours. Unfortunately, I woke up one hour after the injection. Where am I? Through which means did I get to this place? I was asking myself these questions when I saw the door facing me open.
Carrying bandages and some anesthetic treatments on her hand, she got into the room and sank on a chair beside me. For a moment, we stared at each other without a word. From the neighboring places in the same building, I could hear the rising cries of persons in pain. A connection of cries with the person who sat next to me made me realize something that shocked me. I was in the hospital, and my leg had an injury. ‘Where did I get this injury? ‘That was the question that stirred my mind.
The lady stood up from her chair, prepared a mixture of medicines, and made me swallow the mix. I closed my eyes as I let the bitter mixture flow through my throat. She designed a sweet drink for me that would neutralize the painful cure that I had taken. So compassionate she was. I always remember her. She is the best female nurse I have ever met.
After giving me the medicine, she introduced herself to me. Ms. Clinton, she said she was. She explained how I was involved in a fatal road accident while driving. When I arrived in the hospital in an ambulance escort, they never believed that I would survive. My leg had received a fatal injury. She nursed me. Every day she would come to check on me, but I feared to let her know that I admired her profession. My dream was to be a nurse when I grew up. I had shared this with my peers, but most of them discouraged me. They claimed that as a nurse, I would be working at late hours during the night. Moreover, I would always interact with people in pain. It was not fun; they added in laughter.
The following day when MS Clinton came to check on me, she dressed my leg as usual. She reported to me that all was well with me, and I was entirely recovering. In a few days, I would recover. She assured me. She sank on the chair. This time, I gathered enough courage and enquired from her profession”. Is there any fun working as a nurse?” I asked. It has always been my dream to work in a hospital. In silence, MS Clinton stared at me as if I was in no pain. A broad smile on her face, she narrated to me how she enthused her job. Her description stole me. She told me how, as a nurse, she had saved many lives. “What can make you joyous in this life than succeeding in helping others add a day in their lives?” she provoked me.
She advised me to follow my dreams in determination. Happy she would be if she found me working in a hospital saving people’s lives. When I got a discharge from the hospital, I pursued my dream. In our training institution, I emerged as the best nursing student . After that, I secured a job with one of the famous hospitals in the world.
I always remember MS Clinton. Her advice made me achieve my dreams. Before I left the hospital, she gave me her email address. I wrote to her via the email that her advice had been beneficial to me until today. How I wish I could meet her and share more with her.