One Success Story


The road she chose demanded excellence

Graduation. Bells and noisemakers. The capping ceremony happened in a blur. The Board exams came and went. Hard studying paid off. All said and done the road traveled faded in the background. The road ahead came into sharp focus. The big things lay ahead. It seeped into her consciousness as she accepted and put on her RN pin. A Registered Nurse – at last.

Her story fits, parallels, and mirrors yours and mine. No secret formula to her success, no magic wand – just pure hard work, persistence, drive, focus and all those job requirements that wring blood, sweat and tears out of us. She took it one step at a time, one day at a time.

The choices we make decide how successfully we negotiate the way to the finish line. The choices we make regulate how well we do and they give us the necessary skills to know when we have arrived.

Like a bean sprouting this young woman transcended the stigma of life in poverty. She worked two-part time jobs to put herself through nursing school. Forsaking a social life she spent her weekends in the library reading and familiarizing herself with research methodologies.

She disproved the popular myth that beauty and brains seldom go together. She’s living proof the statement is baseless. This young woman’s career trajectory shows a noticeably upward angle. Her poise and demeanor speak of great achievements to come. We wish her well.




She weaves the buri strips into light-colored place-mats in her arts and crafts class but sees her father and the sea painted on each one of them

Her father died the year she qualified for the SAS Ai financial aid program to attend Saint Augustine School. Devastated by her loss she nevertheless courageously bore her hurts, collected herself and decided to move on with her life.

Dealing with her grief while attending school presented many challenges. Her heaviest burden dealt with the persistent and indelible memories of her late father. She saw his likeness upon his fishing nets draped over an idle fishing boat. She saw her father in the bursting sea wave, green, cool and inviting. She remembered her father’s occupation – an avid, all-weather fisherman of the sea.

In her arts and crafts class where she wove buri palm frond strips into light place mats, she would see images of her father pulling his net clearly embossed upon each place mat. She felt burdened by these visions at first but as time passed she finally learned to deal with these ever-present images of her father. He lives on in her memories certainly. Perhaps her father’s famous expression, “Don’t forget – remember always,” simply means just that.