How I Got Started
How I got started:
I started.
I asked for help and I received guidance.
Never take for granted those who are willing to allow you to
kickoff their success.
When I got into perioperative nursing, I went directly into
the AORN organization because I was conditioned in school that it was my duty.
I took her, Mrs. McMenamy, seriously.
I’ve never regretted that decision.
The first meeting I went to I was treated like a princess.
They asked me for help and I worked hard and ended up in Anaheim in DisneyLand
on the National Awards Committee.
I kept grinding. I kept working. There was always something
new to learn, to do, to help.
But it wasn’t enough for me to rise. I wanted everyone there
with me. I wanted to see the sunshine with everyone who has supported me. I
wanted to taste that success, but it would mean nothing without my backbone
support group.
If I ask you to look inside, it’s because I know the
struggle of focusing on the outside.
If I ask you to ask for help, it’s because I know the pain
of “not being enough”.
If I ask you to focus on yourself in order to love better,
it’s because I know how it feels to give until you have nothing but your last
breath left.
I know. I know. I know.
I’ve done this.
I’ve done this before. And if I haven’t, I have a huge
support group of successful people to ask for help. For the both of us.
The better I help you, the better this world becomes.
And that’s the game plan.
Girl Scout aside, there is nothing better than leaving
people with more self-confidence than you found them.
You are my rock. Let me be yours.
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