I wanted to be a horse. Yes, you read that right....what can I say....I had an adoration for horses and everything about them. Then I wanted to be a cowboy....who of course, had a horse!!! Then I settled on being a vet from the time I was around three to four years old...held onto that decision until my second semister in vet school and decided I was toooooo homesick away from home and my mother and my brother, both of whom I adored, so I quit and came home. Went to nursing school because my mother told me nurses and morticians would never have to worry about getting a job!!! As always, my momma was right.....but my motive was I had promised my mother I would never put her into a nursing home, I would take care of her....and God allowed me the priviledge to be able to care for momma in our home when she became ill. I often thank Him for that...it was such an honor and priviledge to care for the precious woman that was sooooooooooo good, sooooooo smart, sooooooooooo deciplined and determined to produce educated, caring, responsible, accountable, productive adults that could go forward and give back to this country, society, and our own children and families. So this horse gladly took care of her momma....... |