When I was five, I had my tonsils removed at Mt. Sinai Hospital in New York. I knew right then that I wanted to be a nurse. The nurses there were great to me, and made an impression on me that never wavered. I became a candy striper in high school and joined the Future nurses of America club. I read every Cherry Ames book many times. After high school, I wanted to go to a three-year nursing program, but my high school guidance counselor talked me out of it, saying that a four-year college was the way to get into nursing. That was pretty progressive advice for 1969. And I thank her every day for it. Over the course of my career, I have worked in critical care, the ER, PACU and endoscopy, and have lived all over the country and made many lifelong friends. The opportunities in nursing are endless, and best of all, anyone can change their area of practice whenever they want to. I had always wanted to teach, so I earned my Master's Degree from Villanova, an accomplishment I will always be proud of. Now I have both nursing and teaching as a career. What could be better?