Sometimes, you just know...

When you know, you know.

That statement is valid for a lot of reasons. I remember hitting home runs in baseball that, as soon as contact was made, I knew it was going to fly over the fence. I knew that, when I was sick, I was going to be OK and that my family was going to be OK. I just knew. When I began this process of nursing school, I knew going in that it was something that I wanted to do for the rest of my life. I just knew.

You all might have something similar in your lives that you know without a doubt. Me being a tool might be one of them. That's OK. At least you know. Knowing is more than half the battle. Passion is the other part. When you have both, it makes decisions regarding that area in your life easy to make. Like I said, you just know.

Going through school, through clinicals and lecture, you have people watching you, directing you, making sure that you aren't making any mistakes. Through the act of repetition, you learn to feel comfortable. You feel secure in knowing that you are making the right decision. You have a safety net. You are able to bounce questions off your instructors. You develop critical thinking skills because the instructors are making you answer your own question. You adapt to the scenario and think around a process until you come to a rational conclusion. At the end, I didn't wonder if I would make it on my own without those safety nets. I just knew I would. I prepared, I learned, I thought and I came to the right conclusions. It's comforting to know that my future will be filled with doing something I love to do.

I'm not done however. I plan on going on as far as I can, or at least as far as my wife will let me. I want to teach people. I want to diagnose and treat people. It's important to me. That's where the passion comes in. I love what I am learning. I retain it like a sponge. I consider myself lucky to have found a passion in life where going to work is not a dreaded adventure, rather it is an opportunity to improve someone's quality of life. I can use my humor for something positive rather than something to annoy people. Laughter is the best medicine. It's cheap and available to all. In the 3rd grade, I used humor to get myself into trouble. I knew then that some day, humor will be a tool I use in my career. God gave me a gift of gab, or laughter, to use for the betterment of others.

Now I know why...