Erikasheartbeet

Edit’s story When learning in medical school, I had my second year’s summer internship/practice at maternity ward. Since I am the oldest out of 4 children in my family, nursing and raising the little ones became quite a routine in my childhood so didn’t often feel myself a child. I guess this is why I have developed my perfectionist side, my caring side and my mind-set up all over the place side. I didn’t like to put up with any other kids around me, my 3 siblings were more than enough. The other children surely felt that because they had never come to me to play. So by default I was not child friendly and like this had to go to the maternity ward for summer practice surrounded by the many of crying little „frogs”. When I was there fourth time, I went into a room where at least 10 of the approximately 18-22 newborn babies were cying. I cannot tell how I exactly felt but I had to go in, as if I had been pulled in there.   There was no nurse in the room, just

Tamas' story I got sick sometime in my early 20’s. I got sick with a disease that hadn’t have a cure, a medicine at the time. It wasn’t life-threatening in the short run but there was a chance if having it for decades. It caused a minor shock at first, which is understandable since nobody wants to be sick, especially not with a disease that doesn’t have a cure for. At the beginning I had a lot of thoughts crossing my mind, from the most negative to the most positive, from denial to acceptance. I didn’t want to believe to start my life like this and my constant thought was: this cannot happen to me. This phase took some time but luckily God didn’t let go of my hand and let me meet the best doctors and nurses. During the overdue medical check-up the doctor opened a door, which was showing me a hopeful oppportunity. He talked to me about an experimental drug that might be worth trying and asked whether I wanted to give it a try. My answer was: sure, no question, of c

Lynn’s story Many people say they have no regrets in their lives. I have one which still haunts me and fills me with painful sorrow. Many years ago when I was young I drove overland from the UK to NZ with my husband.  We were approaching some border crossing - I dont recall where, but we were in a rocky desert. There was a puppy all alone, miles from anywhere, without water or food. We stopped and brought it into the van -- I gave it some food. And then we argued. My husband said we cannot take it across the border. I wanted to smuggle the pup across. To my everlasting shame I gave into pressure and put the puppy back into the desert. This act has had two major effects on my life. Firstly I NEVER give in to pressure when I know it would be wrong. Secondly: I spend much of my time and money helping rescue dogs around the world. While there can never be forgiveness for what I did, I can try to ease the suffering of other dogs. I just hope there really