This post is overdue. Two Thursdays ago (12/10/09), my sweet sister, Jennifer, graduated from nursing school. My mom and I headed to Montgomery to see her get pinned from Troy-Montgomery school of nursing. First we went to dinner with her and Tanner, and then we headed to the ceremony. One thing I noticed about most of the graduates is that almost all of them had to sacrifice a lot to graduate nursing. Many were married. Many were parents. Knowing that my own sister has sacrificed many a hour studying and preparing, I knew that each one had their own story of pain and sacrifice. I was inspired that so many would feel called to nursing, because that’s the sense that I got – these men and women were called. Of course, I know that’s not the case for all of them.
My own sister started nursing school so many years ago. But life happens. When she started our family was in a strange transitional place that was difficult for all of us. In the midst of it, my dad died. Soon after, my sister dropped out and became a bank teller for a while. God would not let her just walk away from nursing, however, because her co-workers kept encouraging her to go back to school. Then she got married. And then back to school she went. She had ups and downs, but she struggled through despite all of the difficulties. Though there were times when I think she wanted to give up, she kept going. Her perseverance paid off, and now, she is a nursing graduate, and she is on her way to being a nurse. She has already found a job! This post is to you, my sweet sister! I am more proud of you than you will ever know. And, I know daddy and granny would be proud of you. Most of all, I believe God is very proud of you too.
Jenn and her husband, Tanner
The graduating class