My DREAM
As I look up to the dark sky, There is nothing there. I squinted closer and I seen a fluorescent, bright light. I start climbing towards it. Climbing, Climbing, and Climbing. Even though I want to quit, and my body aches; I stay persistent and determined! Almost there and out of breath, I see my dream! My dream as an *CRNA. I made it. Thank God, I made it. *Certified Registered Nurse Anesthestist
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