Last week, my youngest sister Abbey graduated from Drexel college in Philadelphia, PA. She is now officially an RN. She went to nursing school in Drexel. I don’t mean to gloat or boast or brag, but I could not be prouder of my little sister! She worked her ass off to get to this point. I, on the other hand, never really got into the whole college thing. I dropped out, hit a rough spot, found my agency, and like to think my life took a turn for the best from there. So in that regard, for me, dropping out was one of the best things I have done. But back to Abbey. She is actually not the first nurse in the family. My grandmother was a nurse God knows how long ago at Mercy hospital, my Aunt is a nurse at Kennedy Krieger Institute in Baltimore, and now Abbey is a nurse at Jefferson hospital in Philly. Abbey, I am sure, has seen some shit. But as far as I know, she never lost her calm or her “cool”. I can personally attest to this. Five years ago, I broke my arm. Abbey did exactly what she was supposed to do. I could tell she was freaked out by the look on her face, but she stayed calm, stayed by my side, and called my dad. Keep in mind, all this before she went to college and figured out she wanted to become a nurse. It’s amazing. So Abbey, this post is for you. As a brother I am proud to call you my sister. And hey, if I need any medical help…you’re only a phone call and a 2 hour drive away. Love you!