I spent ten years as a registered nurse, and I worked seven of them on a hospital floor. I was in New York when the city became the epicenter of the pandemic. I resigned my position there so I could follow the outbreak wherever it went next, which took me to Texas and then to Oregon, and I stayed in each place for as long as the hospitals needed help.
I came home with PTSD and could not walk back into a hospital. Outpatient work kept me close to patients, but the part of me that ran on saving lives and fighting for people was going out.
The fires last January brought it back. I drove into the burn areas and gave what I had, including my time, my money, and food for families who no longer had a kitchen. None of it was enough. I met people who had nowhere left to sleep, and then an evacuation alert lit up my own phone while the fire was still miles from my street. That is when I understood how fast anyone can be asked to walk out of their whole life. Altadena sat without power for ten days.
I have cared about this planet since long before I knew what to do about it. So I resigned a second time and moved into clean energy with no playbook and no safety net. I am still learning the business side of it, and I have never doubted the work itself.