Congratulations go to Doctoral Candidate and Molloy College Informatics Adjunct Professor for his chapter in a new medical informatics text. He joined his book co-authors and editor at the New York Academy of Medicine “meet the authors” evening in November.
I’m from this beautiful land ‘he’ made
Off the waters of the Atlantic waves
Magnificent waterfalls and evergreen trees
Filled with bauxite, Diamond, gold and rice
My ancestors came from foreign lands to meet The masters of the English heat
Struggling and Working this precious land
With sweat, tears and hard work days
They reaped the benefits and the gain
I became a part of this wondrous race
Where the morals and respect were ingrained
And following in the footsteps paved
I began to struggle just the same
Taking every lesson learned
Pushing and pushing to be heard
Silently praying for the break
So that I make no mistakes
And then I knew “he” guided me
To fulfill all my dream of dreams
For I became what “he “ intended me to be.
PhD candidate Lori Persico has been recognized by the March of Dimes as a nurse excellence finalist in the category of leadership during their recognition dinner on October 7, 2015.
In the shadow I stand
Your work is of heart and hand
I validate your skills, develop your mind
You are the Nurse
I am here to guide you on the road to high quality standards of care
I consult, I plan, I develop
To keep you safe, enlightened and empowered
You are my colleague; my friend
I am Nurse Educator
In the shadow I stand
I am from an elevator, in my mother’s safe body waiting to be of this earth.
I am from an elevator, where my father carried me in his arms safely to our apartment.
Lifts and pulleys that guided me through the triumphs and tribulations of life.
“Push the eleventh floor please”, where I held my baby sister, where I waited anxiously for the door to open and footsteps to come home.
This simple modality that transported me to freedom, where I rode my bike, played ring, tag, and basketball.
This transport took me to the beach, the pool, the playground, and to school.
A transport that saw me laugh, cry, and scream.
The elevator where I had my first kiss, told my first lie, sang my first song. “No don’t stop at the 6th floor, I am not finished,
I am in a rush, I just don’t feel like seeing anyone today.”
This modality carried me to my dreams, my worries, my desires.
Down the elevator went to carry my mother and sister away.
This vertical transport took me to college and beyond, and finally to the final farewell of my dear Dad.
The elevator I rode every day transported me through life.
Thanks for the ride, it was amazing! Please keep my secrets safe!