Around this time last year, I was in Detroit working with the inner city kids in daycamp. I remember thinking what if the kids don't like me? What if they don't want to listen? How can I help them see God in their life? To be honest, I was a little worried that I would have a hard time with them. Imagine me, a 5ft2 Chinese girl in Detroit...keep in mind that some of these kids are a head or two taller than I am. When I got a chance to work with the kids, it wasn't so bad after all. They were so warm and affectionate, embracing me everyday. As days went on my love for them grew. I became their respected daycamp leader and they constantly demanded my attention. Many of these kids are so open and so willing to learn. They are so willing to help out and be diciplined, something they lack at home. The most rewarding feeling is when they make you feel needed. I help them with sports, lead them in bible discussions, and watch over their activities. I helped them with crafts and I bandage their wounds when they got hurt. The instant I knew I want to be a nurse came one day when I was bandaging a little boy's knee. From previous experience, I knew that this boy was an unattached kid that needs a lot of help. He usually has problems with sitting still and listening to directions. To my amazement, he didn't cry and wimper even though the bloody knee cap looked really painful. He just sat quietly staring at me as I clean the dirt off with antiseptic. At that moment, I knew that I want to make him feel better. Although I couldn't take away some of the pains in his life, I could do something to let him know that someone cares for him. At that moment, in my heart, I know that God has revealed to me what he wants me to do with my life in order to honor him. From that moment on, I made up my mind to be the best caretaker I can be.