The calling. It’s like waking up in the morning and it’s a really nice sunny day. You know you need to study, or do your laundry or something else…but… you just HAVE to go outside. When you have a cast on and it itches, you’ll do anything to scratch that itch. It’s like that.I won’t lie to you, sometimes it’s hard. Sure it is. You have to do stuff that’s really gross, or you have to hold it in when you want to puke. You have to find the words to make people feel at ease and safe. There are easy moments that are good. Maybe not so much the adrenaline rush that comes with the hard stuff, but it’s what helps you to keep coming back each day, knowing that sometimes it might not be so hard. The good times, the special moments. That’s what makes it easy to get up each morning and go back. You just never know when you’ll get a diamond in a pile of dust. You never know when the magic is going to start, that connection or whatever it is. Something…a look, a feeling, or just a hand on someone’s shoulder. When you experience that, when those magical moments happen, you just know it…that’s the pull. It’s that itch you have to scratch, that sunny day you have to experience. The calling to be a nurse.