Let me share with whoever is reading this comment the real story of my life to help you say with conviction “To be successful or not to be successful to start a new life doesn’t depend on your age, but only on your willingness”. This is a story that some people with a negative attitude may say “this is only a story, fictitious or not who can say yes or no”, in other words with a negative attitude someone may doubt about such thing can happen. We will climb this mountain together.”Ĭhicken Soup for the Soul: Living Your Dreams Now Sharron sits across the table taking the hands of those who are bruised in body and soul, telling them, “It’s never too late. Sharron never forgot her colleague or the rest of her promise. In a few years she became a registered nurse and worked alongside her friend until Susan retired. Then help others by sharing your experiences.” Sharron, promise me that you will go to school and become a nurse. “If I use them to help others, then I really haven’t lost a thing. “I guess I’ve developed an appreciation for the hardships of my life,” Susan answered. You seem like someone who has always had it together.” “I had no idea you suffered so much pain. Sharron wiped her mascara-stained face with her napkin. Reaching across the table and taking Sharron’s hands, Susan said, “You don’t have to put up with abuse. Sharron’s lunch was cold, and the ice had melted in her tea by the time Susan finished talking. Sharron, I can’t tell you how wonderful it felt when I received my cap and pin.” I remember calling my daughter and yelling, ‘Do you realize how many bones are in the human body, and I have to know them all! I can’t do this, I’m forty-six years old!’ But I did. For two long years I studied, cried and tried to quit. “The next step was to enroll in nursing school. Here was someone offering the key that might unlock the door in her dark life. “I received my diploma when I was forty-six years old.” Susan paused and looked directly in Sharron’s eyes. Now I was burning the midnight oil and asking her questions.” My daughter used to laugh at how our roles reversed. I decided to take small steps toward my goal. Going back to high school seemed like a huge mountain to conquer. The problem was, I only had an eighth-grade education. I watched the nurses care for her and thought: I can do that. “Then I was back where I started, not knowing what to do with myself – until the day my mother had surgery. She became my reason for living, until she went to college. Susan continued, “I soon discovered that waitresses with grim faces didn’t get tips, so I hid behind a smiling mask and pressed on. Now it didn’t matter if the bruises showed. Sharron’s eyes filled with tears as she reached out to comfort Susan. Even after four decades, the memory was still painful. I longed to play with my babies and hear them laugh.” I lived in a tiny one-room apartment and the loneliness would overwhelm me. The most difficult thing was the emptiness in my soul. Many days my meals consisted of milk and crackers. I found work as a waitress, working for tips only. “Just like the judge predicted, I struggled to make ends meet. To make things worse, my ex took the boys and moved, cutting all contact I had with them. The shock of him taking my babies left me gasping for air. “At the divorce settlement, the judge gave our sons to my husband because I was only nineteen and he felt I couldn’t provide for them. One night my husband beat me so savagely he knocked out all my front teeth. We were married six years and I had three sons. “I first married when I was thirteen years old and in the eighth grade.” It was something she normally didn’t talk about, only when it helped someone else. Susan began sharing a part of her life few knew about. Honey, it’s never too late to become what you’ve dreamed of. “I’m familiar with ‘problems’ like these. Susan pointed at the bruises on Sharron’s wrists. I’ve always wanted to be a nurse, that’s why I took this job as an aide at least I get to care for patients.” “It’s too late for me, Susan I’m too old for school. Why don’t you go to school and become a nurse? There’s financial help available, and I’m sure your parents would agree to keep the kids while you are in class.” “Sharron, you’re so good with patients, and you love working here. Susan noticed the bruises on Sharron’s wrists peeking out from under her jacket. If it weren’t for my parents keeping my kids, well, we wouldn’t make it.” I have to find a higher-paying job to provide for my family. However, seeing the sincere concern in her friend’s face, she confessed, “I can’t do this the rest of my life, Susan. Are you tired, or is something wrong?” – Susan asked.
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