It seems just a few years ago—surely not 40 years ago—that I decided that teaching math and music might not bring in the cash reserves that nursing had in store for me. I came from a family of caring professionals, especially a hardworking and loving mother who encouraged me to take a 60-hour certified nursing assistant course with her in the summer after I finished high school, which began my unwritten and unbelievable future. Sage alert! We both worked at the local hospital in our cute white shirts and aqua pinafores. RNs, especially LPNs, encouraged me and (illegally) allowed me to perform those special tasks. Elder nursing assistants guided me and showed me how it was all done. Sage alert! My sister, who was 5 years older, attended a diploma RN Catholic school of nursing. As she scurried around her “all is forbidden” dorm room in a long, starched dress uniform, labored over the exactness of the fold in her starched white cap, and studied to work and worked to study, I knew that this scene would not influence any of my future decisions on becoming a nurse, but I did like her paychecks. Sage alert$! I thought that if she could do this, I could too! Finding sage mentors was never an issue for me; in fact, they always seemed to find me and try to spin me in the right directions. Here are some examples. A brilliant brother (now a renowned structural engineer) who breezed through calculus and trigonometry and drew artwork free-handed to depict the organisms of the world looked at me hopelessly as he handed me his old slide rule to eventually figure it out on my own. Sage alert! A stop by my old neighborhood elementary school and a brief moment of counsel with the principal left me with advice for an ideal future. “Whatever you do, get your degree!” Sage alert! I had no clue what he meant at all. By circumstance and luck—and a belief that my father, who had died when I was 12, was somehow looking down from above—I attended a BSN program. Hippie era, flower power, black power, rebellious vote-out-the-white-nurses-cap—all of that happened in time, just 1 year before graduation! Sage mentors appeared mysteriously through unexpected student loans, scholarships, grants, hometown sorority scholarly believers, and veteran service organizations. Who were all these sages, and how could I let them down? Sage alert! My first VA chief nurse personally met with each new graduate nurse or new nurse, but what could she possibly want to see me about? What in the world does she mean by “never sell yourself short”? Hmmm, sage alert! Sage gone bad alert! One supervisor did not want me to continue my education to obtain a master’s degree in nursing because she could not pass statistics—and I had even offered to assist her! Sages were my colleagues who willingly allowed me to work every weekend to attend evening classes through the week. Finally comes my most supportive boyfriend and now husband, who tried to get me to join the “other branch of the military” when I chose the Army Reserve. Sage alert! Perhaps the math helped to add the additional monies and benefits of being a part of the military nursing corps, where I found key nurse leaders who continued to help me create the future I wanted. Opportunities, professional associations, challenges, travel, and courage came in many experiences that a civilian nurse would never envision. So, after 40+ years with the Department of Veterans Affairs and 28+ years with the Army (active and reserves), it’s time to sage-on, as I retire and do all of the things left on my sage alert list, which was excitedly given to me. I will continue to pass it on to others along the way!