As long as I can remember, I have wanted to be a doctor or a teacher. I have no idea why I felt that way or how I knew. My mom was a teacher, but I didn’t know anyone who was a doctor in our family.
When I was thirteen years old, my father died after a sudden heart attack. The pain of growing up without my father was excruciating. Consequently, I became determined to go to school and become a doctor to save lives.
Living a Father’s Dream
Unfortunately, I failed the entrance exam for medical school. I was miserable; I felt as if I had lost my father all over again. My mother always wanted to be a nurse, but her father disagreed and demanded she be a teacher. Although my mother was a great teacher, the dream of being a nurse never left her. When she saw me miserable and desperate, she encouraged me to go to nursing school instead.
It was absolutely amazing. I loved being a nurse and helping people when they needed help the most. I felt as if I was born to be a nurse. I was so happy that my mother helped me to find my calling.
My patients could see my love and devotion and appreciated everything I did. They loved and adored me and used to call me Little Angel. I felt at home when I was working and helping others to heal.
When I moved to America twenty six years ago, I had to go back to school in order to be eligible to work here. I was very excited to have this opportunity and do what I truly loved.
I was faced with many challenges when I moved to America, however. My younger brother had died a few months before I left Iran, and shortly after I arrived here, my marriage of ten years ended suddenly and unexpectedly. Being able to go back to school and have the opportunity to work as a nurse was extremely rewarding.
Challenges Could Not Stop Me
The challenges of raising two young children without any support while moving my own life forward, gradually brought me to my knees. I had already finished school, I had a great job, and had bought a house and a brand-new car, but I felt empty. I was sick: physically and emotionally. I felt lost, alone, and depressed.
Trying to alleviate the pain, I began to search for the answers.
Why did I lose my father and my younger brother? Why did I experience so much pain and torture in life? Why did I survive eight years of war? Why me? Who am I? Where did I come from, and where am I going? What is my purpose?
These are all examples of the common questions we ask when we are facing a challenge, whether it is an illness, losing a loved one, ending a relationship, experiencing financial issues, et cetera.
I had no idea there was a beautiful and graceful butterfly waiting to emerge. I began learning, reading books, and attending workshops, and I even hired a coach. It was on that journey when I found myself, my calling, and my life purpose.
In Part 2 of this blog post, I’ll share more about my life in Iran and my acceptance of my abilities.
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