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Dec 16, 2014
Undergraduate / The sincerest of gestures can bring about the simplest of pleasures: a smile [8]
Here is another updated draft! Now I am in the word limit! I have 399 words. Any feedback would be appreciated.
The sincerest of gestures can bring about the simplest of pleasures: a smile. For two years, I have been making victims' of Alzheimer's disease smile at Arden Courts Memory Care Facility. The residents that I volunteer for do not remember much, so it's my job to make sure the parts of life they do remember are special. Whether I am feeding them, hosting activities, or holding a conversation with them, I am obligated to make them feel positive emotions, doing so in various ways.
The emotional connection created between the patients' and me sets a spark to their strong, yet suffering minds. When I notice a patient's sadness or frustration, I don't stop connecting with them until they are once again in a mindless state of happiness, no matter how relentless they may be. I will never forget my dear friend Rosie, may her soul rest in heaven, and her story telling. Whenever I would sit down with her, I got little butterflies in my stomach because I was eager to hear her background story. She grew up in Hoboken, New Jersey, and comically complained about all of the drunks she heard outside of her bedroom window. Reliving her past made her forget her forgetfulness, until she repeated the story again. However, I didn't mind the repetitive transitions because I recognized she was in a state of peace. I could listen to Rosie's story over again like a broken record player and be satisfied, and it pains me that the only place I will hear about those Hoboken drunks' again is in my heart.
The motivation I have to give my time to others is a blessing because it gives me character shapes who I am. Communication, sincerity, and drive are just a few traits I acquired. Most importantly, however, my volunteerism has made me realize that improving other peoples' lives is what I want to do for the rest of mine. Life is truly about sharing your own abilities to assist others who do not have the luxuries you do. My time spent at Arden Courts has been the most valuable sand in the hourglass that is my life. Although the residents at Arden Courts may not remember me, their impact on my life is permanent and I cannot wait to experience different types of people who will mold me into the person I am meant to be.
Here is another updated draft! Now I am in the word limit! I have 399 words. Any feedback would be appreciated.
The sincerest of gestures can bring about the simplest of pleasures: a smile. For two years, I have been making victims' of Alzheimer's disease smile at Arden Courts Memory Care Facility. The residents that I volunteer for do not remember much, so it's my job to make sure the parts of life they do remember are special. Whether I am feeding them, hosting activities, or holding a conversation with them, I am obligated to make them feel positive emotions, doing so in various ways.
The emotional connection created between the patients' and me sets a spark to their strong, yet suffering minds. When I notice a patient's sadness or frustration, I don't stop connecting with them until they are once again in a mindless state of happiness, no matter how relentless they may be. I will never forget my dear friend Rosie, may her soul rest in heaven, and her story telling. Whenever I would sit down with her, I got little butterflies in my stomach because I was eager to hear her background story. She grew up in Hoboken, New Jersey, and comically complained about all of the drunks she heard outside of her bedroom window. Reliving her past made her forget her forgetfulness, until she repeated the story again. However, I didn't mind the repetitive transitions because I recognized she was in a state of peace. I could listen to Rosie's story over again like a broken record player and be satisfied, and it pains me that the only place I will hear about those Hoboken drunks' again is in my heart.
The motivation I have to give my time to others is a blessing because it gives me character shapes who I am. Communication, sincerity, and drive are just a few traits I acquired. Most importantly, however, my volunteerism has made me realize that improving other peoples' lives is what I want to do for the rest of mine. Life is truly about sharing your own abilities to assist others who do not have the luxuries you do. My time spent at Arden Courts has been the most valuable sand in the hourglass that is my life. Although the residents at Arden Courts may not remember me, their impact on my life is permanent and I cannot wait to experience different types of people who will mold me into the person I am meant to be.
