Helping Hands

Stacy - USA
Entered on January 30, 2009
Age Group: 18 - 30
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Helping Hands

Every other day I walk into White Oak Manor, I feel a sense of love and peace. I never knew I would love helping people as much as I do. While walking down the halls I see old ladies in their wheelchairs smiling and saying how much they enjoyed their breakfast or how much they loved the way I had my hair that day. I have come to realize that smiling at them just makes their day.

I look forward to going there every other morning because I always leave there with a smile on my face. As I walk into the room of my resident and see their eyes light up, it makes my day that much better. I don’t see how someone could be mean to an elderly person because all they want is to be loved and needed.

As everyone probably knows, it takes a special person to be a nurse or anything in the healthcare field. It is definitely a challenging experience but once you get to know them, it is well worth the time and effort. I love going into one of the rooms and saying “Good Morning, Ms. Adams, how are you doing this morning?” Even though some of them are irritable and cranky, you still feel the need to love them as though they were your own family.

Every time I am helping a resident I always think, “This could be my grandma or grandpa”. Doing something as little as rolling them around in the wheelchair makes them happy. When I am done with the care that I am supposed to provide for that day, I will sit in the room and tell them how pretty their hair looks or tell them about the weather that day.

I will never forget how they are always telling me thank you; I don’t even deserve a thank you from them because I love what I do there. From now on until I graduate college, I will take the memory of their smiling faces and joyful spirits with me and keep them in my heart because nothing could take the place of helping the sweetest ladies I have ever met.