My journey to becoming a nurse was not an easy one. I was a senior at the University of Florida where I felt stuck in a major that I did not like. I remember breaking the news to my stepdad first about dropping out because I was unhappy. Whenever I had to break things to my mom (like dropping out of college, another car accident, or being tipsy underage) I would always go to my Papa Rich first. Spring of semester year of college, my stepdad was diagnosed with Stage IIIB Pulmonary Lymphoma with a life expectancy of two years. I remember coming home from college and crying in my mom’s arms questioning how I was going to live my life without him. He was the first man I ever liked. We were both cynical with a rigged sense of humor, but my favorite about my stepdad was that he introduced to me creative conversations. We would start with talking about science and end with naming every movie Tom Hanks was in. I would spend 4 days home and 3 days back at UF to finish college. My mom...