"Jesus, break my heart for what breaks yours." This has been a prayer of mine for quite a while now. Looking back, I don't think I was exactly sure what that meant, nor what it might cost...I still don't. But I never really thought that God would call me to this nursing thing for my own "making"...never truly thought that He would use it to answer that prayer even further. I have several unforgettable faces of people I have no doubt that the Lord willed me to be assigned to care for this year during clinicals at the hospital. I have seen a lot of suffering this year. The suffering of the physical ill, the dying, the depressed, and the mentally ill. Cancer, PTSD, Schizophrenia, domestic violence, and the pain of death; these are some of my unforgettables. Death has a distinct odor... A fowl one that is easily recognizable once experienced but not easily forgettable. Sometimes it is so overwhelming and causes me to want to just stop the care that needed ...