Reflection

Reflection

Introduction

During my childhood and teenage years, there was nothing more I wanted than to be either a pilot or a firefighter. However, according to my academic reports and my school counselor, I had the 'aptitude' to go into medicine which bowing down to pressure I finally did. My family was very proud of me and I admit it gave me a little thrill to be responsible for the health and well-being of sick or recovering people, who are either unable or unwilling to help themselves. It made me imagine myself as a modern day Mother Teresa for a bit, although I now realize the profession is not about fame and glory (Alexis et al., 2013).

My Personal Motivation

Motivation is a central aspect of nursing as a profession, as the nurse lives through different situations every day, such as facing human suffering, death and other contingencies. I realize that this profession is in no way an easy job. However, the benefits well exceed the often backbreaking and thankless work that nurses are charged with (Fye et al., 2013).

There is one incidence that I clearly remember from my childhood. This was what had planted the first seeds of my need to help people out. I was five years old and playing with my friends in the park when I fell off the merry go round. I landed in such a way that I broke my left ankle and bit my tongue in half. When rushed to the hospital, I was separated from my mother and so was desperately scared. Then this angel in the disguise of a nurse stopped by with a cute little bunny and stayed with me throughout my surgery, and I started associating her presence with safety and comfort as long as I was in the hospital recuperating. Even after ...