The love for being a nurse can come in different ways.
It could have been a childhood romance since the days of I-wanna-be-this-when-I-grow-up kindergarten. It could have been inspired by the sight of a nurse caring for a relative, friend or from a personal nursed back to health experience. Or it could have been–especially for those who didn’t choose to become nurses in the first place–a slow, gradual process of falling in love, knee-deep code browns, ungodly shiftings, insufferable human beings in hospitals and all.
Personally, though, it happened for me when I was on the verge of leaving being a nurse behind for something else.