I was raised on the outskirts of a small village in the northern part of the country. We were catholic and had to attend mass every Sunday, unless we had a hockey game scheduled.
The value of an honest day's work was instilled in my little brother and me at an early age. We would work long hours each weekend and sometimes through the week with our father. The only thing that could get us out of work, other than team sports, was school work. School was a priority; it was continuously reinforced by our parents. The importance of going to post-secondary school, with the hopes of achieving a worthwhile career, was first and foremost.
When I graduated from nursing school, I decided to see the world a bit and headed to Texas to start my first assignment. It was certainly different from my home state, and I fell in love with it. I loved being there, being a Yankee, as all my friend called me. I had an accent, and that was always a way to make new friends. It seemed everyone wanted to hear me talk, and then laugh at me, all in fun.
I bounced around and worked many different areas in the south. It was a long and difficult career at times. I am definitely glad to be retired now, but do not wish the job on my kids. I have written about a lot of negative things that happened because I felt it important to share. I must point out that not all hospital staff are like the ones in these stories. I have known and worked with many people that remind me there are good Christian people in the world. It is just so very unfortunate that there are so many who are not.
I hope you enjoy my book, and maybe even have a laugh or two between the sad parts.