In one moment I am soaring. “You’ve been accepted into the respiratory program,” the email says. The testing, prerequisite classes, interview and obnoxiously long waiting period has finally payed off with that one sentence. I received the news while walking out of the BLS (basic lifesaving/CPR) class I was taking for work and even though there were still people taking a test a whoop escapes my mouth. With a grin and a quick sorry to those still working I make my way out into the hallway and begin making calls to tell my loved ones. I finally got in! I have an end date! I am going to be able to have a living wage! My heart swells. Then comes the fear. I am so excited and a small thought pops into my head. “You better not fail.” From that one spore grows overwhelming self-doubt that threatens to take away everything I have worked toward. It will start with something small like putting off getting a shot that I wi...
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