I was born in a military hospital in the country of Ghana, West Africa. I was raised in a small town in the Volta Region with my older sister while under the care of our aunt until I was seven years old. My sister and I came to the United States in 1993 to live with our parents and younger brother. We lived in a small apartment in Flatbush, Brooklyn.

Upon coming to the United States, I had to overcome some adversities, mainly language and culture. I was different from other children, so its not a surprise bullying and taunting were quite common during my younger years. In high school, I joined a few sports teams such as Track and Field and Wrestling. I will admit, I was not the greatest athlete but being in a team taught me some important life lessons such as the value of teamwork and the benefits of surrounding one self with positive individuals.

Many nurses who entered this field would say they have always wanted to be a nurse or their relative was a nurse so they wanted to become one. I was none of those stories. Nursing was introduced to me by my mother. It was an option presented to me when I had no real aspirations. At first I scoffed at the idea. However, I started looking more into it, did volunteer work at a hospital and soon I realized this is my niche. Through a series of coincidental events I was able to find out that Emergency Nursing was my calling.