As I stood in one of the waiting areas of St. Francis Heart Hospital, waiting for my interview to begin, I gazed out the window at the far west end of Methodist Medical Center. It was the Pavilion wing that houses Methodist's Cardiovascular ICU. I was gazing at the reason I was here in the first place. It deepened my resolve. Even though I was only trying to start out as a nursing assistant, my goal was to help these patients get better. It also troubled my mind, "How can I convince people to take this seriously so they don't become this sick to begin with?" There had to be something I could do.
Something.
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