Hospital(home of the hopeless)

Goodmorning thursday! I am about to go tothe hospital in a while. Will witness different kinds of heartbreaking stories(about patient who cant get themselves out due to six digits hospital bills, a family who is crying in one corner bec they lost their loved one, a patient with multiple wounds due to vehicular accidents, a man who is fighting for his life secondary to cancer, a woman who is in labor, a child who accidentally ate poisoned food, an old man who cant stand numerous injections) those typical things that we used to see in a hospital. I am a nurse and to tell you honestly, i took this course bec i want to earn dollars but seeing my fellow men suffering from this kind of situations everyday, i feel so guilty. Why would i serve those white men first? Reality bites. No matter how hard i think about my country, my personal needs should also be prioritized. My family needs me(including my financialsupport). In the end, i have to make a choice and i need courage to choose. I always tell myself that no matter where i go, i will still end up with one thing and one realization: that the place where i will spend my life is the place where the hopeless people stay~hospital. And wheter it be on the united states or here in the philippines, the patients are the same~having severe cases and screaming silently for help. As time passes by, their presence make my heart grow stronger. I cant promise them that i can save them from their burdens but i promise to give my best to give them the most comfortable bed, the most gentle care and the highest form of prayers. So in the end, i can say that i am not just a highest paid nurse but also a skilled and determined nurse.