Proof that i am meant to be a nurse

We were in Florida this weekend for Tim's funeral. It was a quick trip down Friday and back today, Saturday. Well, as you all know, I am in school to become a nurse. On the way home from Florida, i was tested to see if this is really what i want to become.

We had to stop at the gas station to fill up in Locust Grove. Luckily we did b/c Haylee;s diaper was poopy. It was everywhere. So we got her changed and thought it be best that we use the restroom before getting back on the road b/c the traffic was backed up for miles. When i came out of the gas station, a guy came up asking for help.

He was holding his arm and was bleeding severely. At first, we thought it was a prank b/c nothing like that ever happens. But then he sat down nad we knew he was hurt. People were all around and someone kept saying call 911. I only stood there for a second and then my nursing instincts kicked in and i ran to the back of our van and got the roll of paper towels and went to help the man.

He told us he went down to the hotel to help a friend and a guy jumped him from behind and threw him thru a window. He had a bad cut in his cheek and his arm. I grabbed the towels and pressed it on his arm holding it up. A guy named Van, grabbed his belt and wrapped it around his arm as a tourniquet. Dad came over and was trying to stop the bleeding on his cheek. The poor guy was losing ALOT of blood. We were doing all we could until emergency responders got there.

I was not grossed out or anything. It just seemed natural what i was doing. Finally, Locust Grove police got there but were no help at all. They stood around talking while we were trying to save this guy's life. I don't know the guy's name we were helping. He started having convulsions and we kept telling him...stay awake...your going to be ok. We kept him awake until the ambulance got there and I still worked with the EMS team to help the guy. They finally got him prepared to move to teh life flight and i went and washed up. I just pray the guy is ok and made it. I think he did and i am thankful me, my dad and Van were there to help this man.

My sister asked me when it was over if i really wanted to be a nurse and i said yes. It was just natural to me and it felt good to help someone. I know now, this is what i was meant to do.

Tragedy

On March 8, 2009, I lost someone very close to me and my family. Tim Miller, who is like my brother, was killed tragically in a plane crash along with a couple from my church Brain and Krista Kearney. They were flying to the NASCAR race and their plane nose dived into a lake and desenegrated on impact. There were no survivors. .

It was the most terrible thing i've ever been thru. I still just can not believe Tim is dead. It just doesn't seem real. It's been very hard to cope with but we are dealing with it one day at a time and with the help of Jesus. I guess it doesn't seem real b/c we weren't able to see his body. Tim was not veiwable. Either was Brian and Krista. We had a funeral for Tim, Brian and Krista last weekend. It was just so sad.

This weekend my family went down to Florida where Tim was being buried for that service. It was so hard. This really made it seem more real. I will miss him terribly but i know that he is with our Lord and Savior and is very happy.