When we are faced with traumatic events – car crashes, medical emergencies, life-threatening situations – we count on medical professionals to be there for us. These people are our rocks. The unfortunate thing about rocks, though, is that over time they become worn down. Rushing water erodes them, leaving them smooth and small. Rain becomes trapped in crevices, only to expand when frozen, splitting mountains right in two. Being a rock for society, such as a first responder, a doctor or, in Carrie’s case, both, doesn’t make you feel the rain and the cold any less.
This bright and beaming dog-mom is Carrie. Behind her smile are many treasured memories. Growing up with her father -a Vietnam veteran- and her mother, in rural Nebraska, life was peaceful and easy. This peace was compromised when Carrie was ten years old: her mother was involved in a dangerous car accident that left her severely injured. Young Carrie helped take care of her mother while she recovered in the hospital, and she soon found that she was a natural. This incident planted the seed for a lifelong passion of helping people through healthcare.
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