Just because I have some free time now. :happy7
A long, long time ago when my mom was a freshman in college in 1983; she wanted to be an LPN or Licensed Practical Nurse. She never finished because she had children year after year, but that wasn't the case. When I was in college, I asked her why she REALLY didn't finish getting her license. She told me this (as told by my mother):
Everyone wants to be a nurse or a doctor, but that's not very easy. The education is very hard and you have to be very focused. And when you become one, you'll have to see blood everyday. You will have to take care of the very sick people (sick, in this case meant the dying people). But no one tells you about the things you will see in the hospitals.
When I was in school, we had to get up very early for our clinicals. I was one of the few that had to be there by 4 in the morning. One morning I got up really early and went to the hospital. I was still very tired, almost half asleep. The hospital was empty, parking lot empty and I was alone. I got into the elevator to go down to the locker room, which was in the basement of the hospital. I never liked going down there because it was always so quiet that you can hear every little echo of anything that moved.
When I got to the basement, I was putting my stuff away in my locker. I thought I heard voices. I put on my lab coat and then I heard little children's laughter as though they were right behind me. I wanted to yell out "Hey!" But I knew that no one else was there. The elevator door swung open and another nurse walked in. She saw me and greeted me. She quickly grabbed her lab coat and we both went into the elevator together. I told her that I was still very tired and was rubbing at my eye when I saw a little white girl with long blonde hair, wearing a white dress standing at the corner of the elevator smiling at me. I closed my eyes to get her out of my mind. When I opened my eyes, she was gone.
When we reached the main floor, the nurse said to me, "You can see them too, huh? Well, don't be afraid. The basement used to be the morgue. They come out and play every morning. Just pretend they're not there and you'll be fine."
So every morning when I would go to clinicals, I would wait for another person to go with me before I'd go down to the locker room. I'd still hear the children and see them every once and a while. I got too scared to become an LPN. And I had too many little ones at home that needed me, so I didn't finish my school.