Last night, I slept little. I had planned to wake up early and take the NCLEX. Just not 5 am early. Picked up something for dinner on the way home. Late afternoon, when Max had hockey practice again, I came across a marching band crossing the street to the tailgate. I couldn’t imagine being a nurse in the war torn Hungary, Libya, Macedonia, or Syria for that matter. Staying right here to bring life in to the world, here where there is hope.
