Mine would have to be when I volunteered as a nursing assistant at the local hospital. On the first day I was there, I was asked if I'd like to assist in bathing an elderly patient. I was told he was near comatose, riddled with cancer and was on Death's door. I agreed but nothing could prepare me for the sight of him. His pallid skin was stretched over his bones and his eyes were dull and staring. Most of his skin was purple where his blood vessels had ruptured. He couldn't even speak and screamed when myself and the other nurse had to roll him over. He was constantly injected with morphine because of the pain. Two days later he passed away. I decided the medical profession wasn't for me.

Reading these stories is my weird fascination.

EDIT other nurse and I