Things I learned from working at an AMEN clinic

Hello, I am back. I can’t believe it’s been over a month since my intensely studying for nursing boards hiatus started. It’s even more unbelievable that I take my boards tomorrow. Prayers much appreciated.

Thank you. Last month, I came the closest to crossing an item off my bucket list. I have always wanted to be a part of a medical missionary team that impacts a large city. I was able to volunteer at an AMEN clinic in San Bernardino. Here are three of the things that clinic taught me:


To step out in faith

When I signed up for Pathways to Health, it was months in advance and I thought surely when the clinic rolled around I would have a job and a car. Turns out life did not work out that way. I was without a job. While I had a car, that was a situation still in process. So, I learned to ask. My friend referred me to a person who could take me on Friday. And God provided a ride for Sunday through a series of rather unsettling events. So, I have learned to step out in faith a little more intently since then.

To respect the little things

I was kind of hoping that I would get to work as a nurse, but they needed me most as a “runner” which was basically crowd control. However, I soon discovered how vital a part of running a clinic crowd control is. I really had to roll with the flow as the people in charge had to experiment with the best way to exercise meaningful crowd control. I had people angry with me because they felt that they had been skipped in line. People were uncooperative because they were terrified that they would lose their spot. I had to remind them that this was indeed a free clinic.

While I hope to be a nurse or a journalist in a clinic in the future, I thoroughly enjoyed every moment of crowd control. I was glad to have the opportunity to work in that overlooked capacity. If God gives me the privilege of running a clinic I will have better understanding from the boots on the ground experience.

To get out of my comfort zone

I did not tell anyone that I spoke Spanish. It was going to be a well-hidden fact. I did not intend to translate. My Spanish was not good enough. That was all until one of my fellow alumni saw me. He insisted that I wear the neon yellow translators gown. So, I stepped out of my comfort zone, dusted of my rusty Spanish and used it. It was the most meaningful experience.

What have you gotten a chance to cross off your bucket list?

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