Doing Something That Matters
My name is E.J. Butler. I am the new nurse manager for Pregnancy Resources. I have always struggled with wanting to “do something that matters.” I knew from a very young age that I wanted to be a nurse and be able to help people. Throughout different jobs I’ve had though, I struggled with finding my calling. Recently, I had been having a particularly difficult time in the job I was in. I just knew it wasn’t where God wanted me to be, but I didn’t know where “it” was.
The nurse manager position was brought to my attention by my wonderful mother, who volunteers at the Davenport center assisting with ultrasounds. She asked me if it was anything I would be interested in. I thought about it briefly and said, “Well yeah, I want to do something that matters.” I got in touch with Susan and began the interview process. I was VERY excited about this opportunity, but the whole time I doubted, saying to myself, “you can’t do this job E.J. You don’t know anything about pregnant women. What do you think you have to offer?” Well, Susan hired me! I was ecstatic. I took it as God telling me this was now where I was supposed to be.
So, on my third day on the job, I had been reading policies and procedures all day. The girls from the front desk came in to where I was watching training videos frantically saying that someone had come in saying they needed a nurse outside immediately because someone had fallen. I went outside to find a woman who had fallen down a very steep hill. She appeared to be hurt and seemed disoriented. Her husband spoke with a very thick accent, so I had a difficult time getting the whole story. A policeman pulled up and offered to help me. Strangely enough, I was much more comfortable helping the lady who fell than I was with the pregnant women inside. I’d done this a hundred times! We were able to help the lady into a car and she was taken to the hospital. I went home that night thinking, “well that was a weird day.”
Two weeks later the lady and her husband came into the center wanting to thank me for helping her. I
hardly recognized her. She looked great. She went on to tell me that she had no idea how sick she had been and that she believed falling down that hill that day saved her life. With a HUGE smile on her face she said that upon going to the hospital, they did a scan and discovered she had lung cancer. Also, she had broken her leg and had surgery. “And you’re smiling?!,” I said. She went on to say that if she had not fallen down that hill that day she would never have known of her lung cancer and continued to decline and died. She said that she felt like God gave her another chance and saved her life.
So again, I went home and thought, “what a weird day.” God whispered to me that night, “E.J. I called you to work here. I will give you the tools you need to do your job, whether it is for pregnant women or people who all down hills.”
Posted on Wed, July 17, 2013