Soulful Life Friday.
A white cap with black stripes does not a nurse make.
A white cap with black stripes does not a nurse make.
Ran across my nurses caps today.
They had been washed, starched and ironed and hanging on a coat hanger.
A symbol of a dream come true for me.
That is what it is, a symbol.
That is what it is, a symbol.
I got to thinking how much and how hard I worked for the privilege to wear that cap.
I was an x-ray technician for 25 years and when new techniques using nuclear medicine came along I was going to have to go for additional training; so
because I wanted to go to college when I graduated from high school and couldn't I took the opportunity to be trained as a technician instead.
If I was going to have to go back to school I was going full force.
In 1976 I started one college course, English 101 and made an A. We had 6 children by then and I could only afford 1 class at a time.
It took me ten years to get through nursing but the day I got my pin and my cap was the happiest day of my life just behind get married to the greatest man and having my children.
Long before I retired from nursing, no one wore the cap any more and I hung my white crisp uniform, white shoes and my cap up and began to wear scrubs.
I thank my family and God everyday I was able to have that dream come true.
I will never forget that first day on the hospital floor.
A new nurse.
I loved every minute of it.
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