Minutes past 4pm I was woken up by the dreaded alarm clock. I had spent my day asleep. Occasionally, I enjoy the solitude of sleeping when everybody else is out there, but not this day. I was tired, exhausted and felt heavier than a sack of Mexican maize.
I sat up, yawned wide open and thought about my life for 37 seconds. It was the third night shift I was scheduled for. I had done two others and one more awaited me. I knew for sure that mine was a sacrifice, something deeper than a profession, something not easily commensurable by a salary. I knew mine was love for humanity and the effort to alleviate suffering. Mine was what nobody else could do. Mine was NURSING.