Florence Nightingale was born, by some amazing coincidence, in the city of Florence, Italy on 12 May 1820. She was the second daughter of parents with enough money that they could name their children whatever they wanted. Her elder sister was called Parthenope. So there you go.
Her mother wanted Florence to marry a rich man, because she was very progressive. However Florence was a devout Christian, and when she was 17 she felt God was calling her to serve him. Possibly bringing him a lovely cup of tea.
At first Florence wasn’t sure how God wanted her to serve (sugar?), but by 1844 she was convinced she was to nurse the sick. Her parents, William and Frances were horrified because at that time nursing was definitely not a respectable job! Nurses were often drunk and conditions in hospitals were dreadful. Nothing changes, huh? Huh? Amirite?!