Thankfully Lucky

A few months ago I started volunteering as a nurse at my hospital affiliated free health clinic in Price Hill. Price Hill is not where you or I would prefer to live. In fact, the sign on the main entrance reads, “Dear Neighbor, we do not have medications, money or needles on our property”. If you know me, I like to be safe, and I was scared.

The clinic runs as a private doctor’s office. The physicians are volunteers also. We treat our patients as if they paid a $1,000 for this visit, and offer bottled water to them as they wait. These patients are used to be rejected. Rejected by friends, by employers, by their peers, by insurance companies, etc. And my patients are so grateful. Grateful for this establishment, for me, for the doctor that will see them for free, and for that bottle of water. They’ve never been waited on in their life. They have manners and smiles. For being able to give 3 hours of my time to make them feel cared for, I am thankful.

As a nurse at a city hospital, I am used to most patients expecting how they should be treated. Expecting to be waited on hand and foot. We joke that we are the “Good Samaritan Hilton”.  The clientele is so different from the hospital to the free clinic, and was so unexpected for me. A few bad eggs always ruin it.


Working in my profession it only seems fitting to count my blessings. Seriously. Not to mention the recent election and the constant debates that are encircling me. I can only be thankful that I’m lucky. Lucky to be born into an amazing family where I was given the chance to “follow my dreams”. Lucky that I was taught morals. Lucky my parents sacrificed for me and my siblings to attend 12 years of private schooling. Each. The majority of this nation doesn’t have that kind of luck. Sure, we are the nation of opportunities. But it’s hard when you weren’t guided in that direction as a child and instead got caught up in the un-ending circle of whatever it is your family chose. Do you know what I mean?

I am so lucky I have a job with benefits, and a chance to get a raise each year.

I am so lucky I can even dream about going to graduate school, not to mention, get accepted.

I am so lucky I have parents that care for me and are in good health.

I am so lucky my grandparents are able to live in their houses without much help, and are healthy.

I am so lucky I have the opportunity to leave the country soon and get paid vacation hours to do so.

I am so lucky to have a loving and protective boyfriend.

I am so lucky to be able to spoil my dog.

I am so lucky to be able to spend money where I want, and to be able to afford a new roof and skylights next week!

I am so lucky to be a home owner at age 26.

I am so lucky to have friends that would do anything for me.


Do you get the point? I am so thankful to be this lucky.

I Did It

After getting rejected from NKU and OU for grad school, I made a point to apply to more than one school at a time. I’ve spent the past few months  injecting my application pieces with steroids. I shadowed a current nurse practitioner at Walgreens (which I loved!) and got to use her as a reference, I starting volunteering at my company’s new free health clinic as a volunteer nurse (which I love!), and beefing up my letter of intent with emotions. These adjustments landed me a seat at Xavier University this coming fall (or maybe they didn’t, but let’s hope my extra work had some playing part)! The letter came last week, and my #1 wasn’t here to share my joy. So earlier this week, we fist bumped and cautiously smiled at each other as we BOTH head to grad school next year. #nolifeisonitsway

I’m hoping to take a couple classes this summer, which will not allow me to graduate any sooner, but instead have the following summer off.  I’ll thank myself later for that break in the middle of this maddness.

Now, on to start saving!!!!