A heartwarming toothless smile. Changing smelly diapers. Feeding with a gentle hand. The elderly. Having a job at a nursing couldn't possibly be better than this.
Debra, my aunt, granted me with the chance to work at her nursing home when I was twelve years old. Always, I've had a strong desire to care for the elderly so I thought, "Why not take the job." I arrived to an atmosphere of such contentment and tranquility, one could not imagine a nursing home would be as delightful as my aunts'. In fact, I worked for free and continued to do so for the next five years-but without the interaction between me and the residents, evidently, my working experience would mean nothing.
Each resident had an interesting background and unique personality. I recall meeting sweet, little Jean when I was twelve during my first week of the job. With her curly, fluff, silvery, hair, a lovable smile, petite stature, it's impossible to not burst "Aww!" with her childlike presence and qualities. Oh, but I cant forget Sam. Sam the man was one brave soul. A World War II veteran, big in height, with a booming, projective voice, early in his nineties reminisced the days of being a youth in the navy. "U.S.S. Nevada PB-36. Look it up and I guarantee you'll find somethin'." Sam could chatter for days about his petrifying experience of the attack on Pearl Harbor a being young crew member of the battleship stated above. Then there's Vada. Mean ol' Vada with her sweet and sour personalities. She and her husband worked for the CIA most of their lives, which explains why she always seemed so suspicious of everyone around her. Despite her backlashes, I helped her in and out of bed, fed her, and spent time with her. Eventually, she grew comfortable enough to poke friendly banter at me and vice versa. These were the times I knew this job was perfect for me.
The sights, the smells, the interactions. They all contribute to my love of working at my aunts' nursing home. But most of all, the impact these three residents have on me are the reasons I'm drawn back year after year.
Debra, my aunt, granted me with the chance to work at her nursing home when I was twelve years old. Always, I've had a strong desire to care for the elderly so I thought, "Why not take the job." I arrived to an atmosphere of such contentment and tranquility, one could not imagine a nursing home would be as delightful as my aunts'. In fact, I worked for free and continued to do so for the next five years-but without the interaction between me and the residents, evidently, my working experience would mean nothing.
Each resident had an interesting background and unique personality. I recall meeting sweet, little Jean when I was twelve during my first week of the job. With her curly, fluff, silvery, hair, a lovable smile, petite stature, it's impossible to not burst "Aww!" with her childlike presence and qualities. Oh, but I cant forget Sam. Sam the man was one brave soul. A World War II veteran, big in height, with a booming, projective voice, early in his nineties reminisced the days of being a youth in the navy. "U.S.S. Nevada PB-36. Look it up and I guarantee you'll find somethin'." Sam could chatter for days about his petrifying experience of the attack on Pearl Harbor a being young crew member of the battleship stated above. Then there's Vada. Mean ol' Vada with her sweet and sour personalities. She and her husband worked for the CIA most of their lives, which explains why she always seemed so suspicious of everyone around her. Despite her backlashes, I helped her in and out of bed, fed her, and spent time with her. Eventually, she grew comfortable enough to poke friendly banter at me and vice versa. These were the times I knew this job was perfect for me.
The sights, the smells, the interactions. They all contribute to my love of working at my aunts' nursing home. But most of all, the impact these three residents have on me are the reasons I'm drawn back year after year.
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