Older Adult Interview Questions

Lani: I was helping for someone’s project for COMM 245; I was in the video lab, in the studio. I was on campus and decided to contact everyone I knew who comes to the school. I remember I sent out a snap saying guys I think there is a shooting, be careful and then I started sending out individual texts to people making sure they were okay, like hey are you good? Stay out of an area. I didn’t know how many people were getting shot. I just knew it’s not good and that we have to be careful. At first, the campus was like we are unsure, just be careful, and then it took some time till I finally got an email that said stay on campus and were held there for about two hours, I just kept recording.

Palliative care is known to be a methodology structured to handle medical cases where patients have life-limiting illnesses (National Cancer Institute, 2018). This approach is often specialized and requires a multidisciplinary team to deliver relief to the patient through the management of physical and mental challenges that come with terminal diagnoses. The objective of this approach is to improve the quality of life for both the patient and their family (Ferrell, et al., 2007). Evidence based practice has come to support this methodology due to the measureable improvements in these patient’s lives (Kavalieratos, et al., 2016). Often, managing patients with life-limiting disease can present as a challenge,

inferiority. In this stage, children look to develop a sense of good work and study habits looking for praise and satisfaction. If praise is withheld and instead a child is discouraged by way of scolding or rejection, feelings of inferiority and inadequacy may occur.

I don’t recall having a hard time learning how to read. It was one of those things that just came easily to me for some reason. For the most part I enjoyed reading as well. The only time I didn’t enjoy reading was when I didn’t understand a certain word or a certain phrase. One of the strongest memories I have from learning to read was when I was unable to pronounce the word “the”.

This is the life story of my grandmother Loretta Willis. She is the oldest one of the family and also the one who keeps the family together. I am pleased to share the life history of someone who is very dear to me. She is the one who raised, loved, and shown me new things. For her I am very grateful.

Next I asked her the 12 Erikson questions, about random life accomplishments and memories. Most of the questions that I had asked her were either related to her life accomplishment, memories, or something she would have changed with her life, such as if she would rather grow as a teenage now or when she did. When asked how important her family is to her, she responded “Very, because that is my life,” which I could vouch for because my mom does a lot for both my dad and I. In another question I asked, What advice would you give to the younger generation?Why her answer was, “Don’t wait to do something, live for the moment.”

Something that contributes to how I define myself is the babysitter I had as a child. Her name was Janina Kolanek, we called her Jean, and she was a polish immigrant. She taught me a whole load of life lessons, both directly and indirectly, that shaped me into the person I am today. Jean didn’t necessarily have the best life. She was a prisoner of war in the Holocaust as a child and she never saw her family again after that. When she moved to America she found a husband she loved very much and together they adopted a child. However, he died and she missed him for the rest of his life. She was left with a child who sure as hell did not appreciate her for the woman she was. Despite all of this, she loved life and was full of love. She taught me, indirectly, that no matter your circumstances in life, you have every reason to be happy still.

It was a taciturn gloomy morning, the year of 1862. The 12th of September. At the end of it, I might be with my family again or buried someplace underground. It was my time to go into battle as soon as I finish saying goodbye to my loved ones. The tears slid down my wife’s face and my daughters lingered into their mother’s arms to cover their dripping faces. I gave everyone one last family hug as my wife said to me “Be careful”.

She explained that she would prefer to live in the past than now. Neighbors were close, and they fed each other. Families were closer and more disciplined. Now discipline is looked down as abuse then as what it is which is discipline. Back in the day people didn’t live for possessions but, for each other. A lot more people want more for themselves than for others. She described that despite all that has occurred she is still proud of what she has accomplished. She has two kids and one grandson. Her daughter is a surgical technician for Aventura Hospital and is about to become a registered nurse. Her son workers for Hertz and her grandson is in High school. Now as an 81-year-old she focuses on being around her family and giving her all to

I was raised with Christian values in mind, and attended a Methodist school. I was raised in the Christian faith yet I find myself, as with some of my friends who were raised in the same conditions, we seem to be growing farther away from our upbringing as we age. I find myself simply not understanding as time goes by, a complete polar opposite from the song ‘Farther Along’. One of my hopes in attending PBA is to try and find answers and a reason to try and reconnect myself. I believe PBA, from what I’ve read, has a very friendly understanding environment. One where you sit down and go into depths about faith, instead of blindly following it because it was your parent’s

An outsider: a person who does not belong. I stepped onto the chilly, uninviting plane with a sparkle of hope and adventure in my eyes. I was flying in an enormous plane to go on a gruesome eighteen hour flight. At first sight, every single person shot at us, not because we were flying a plane. But, because we were eight American- Russians, with expensive handbags and drew the most attention to ourselves with four carry- on suitcases because of the two week long trip. The trip started a couple days after school ended, when everyone was enjoying the amazing freedom of summer, I was stuck on a large, yet claustrophobic vessil.As I stood up from the luxurious business class, my legs stgarted to tingle with excitement. Well that, or I have been

When I was a little girl I remember watching the news and always seeing big scary men being criminals. I thought that all women were mothers and had a family to take care of. I stuck with this theory because I connected everyone to my family. A working father, a stay at home mother, and a crazy younger brother. The stereotypical suburban family. Now as a sixteen year old girl I am more educated and know that everyone 's family situation is different. However, as a six year old it was harder to understand that because having a happy, healthy family was all I ever knew. In second grade there was a girl in my class who came in and told the whole class the her mom was going to be on the show “Intervention”. Little did I know that her mother was

The new way of life created a feeling of isolation in me. This was especially tough, because not only did I have to live through common children dilemmas, I had to try and reinvent myself to succeed in this country. Due to this, my parents, especially my mother, shared with me their faith, to try and create a relationship between me and Jesus Christ. This relationship would help me persevere through the toughest times in a new country, while forging my personality and my way of being. My mother has constantly demonstrated the role of a faithful, devoted Christian, who tries to stay true to her faith, no matter the circumstance. I am fondly reminded of the nights where she would read me bible passages, which would intrigue me, while forging a greater connection with God. Because of her love for God, I was also able to meet the Lord's Gospel and now have that joy in my heart. Becoming a Christian has made me the person that I am today, old-fashioned, but intriguing. This has allowed me to strive to be the best older brother, the best academic leader, and the best servant of Christ that I can be. This love is consequently brought back to my mother, who, by staying true to her beliefs, has instilled this way of being into my heart. I thank God for having given me this wonderful, sacrificing mother, and I thank her, my mother, for always supporting me and ingraining in me

I probably should stop freaking out dog owners, when I guess their dog’s age. I am confident that I can be fairly accurate. I can do this with people. But, I do not even try with “skill” with women of course.

One of her lessons was how everyone is broken in their own way. she also said that she was broken in her own way to. From what I remember she said she wasn’t happy with her life and she wasn’t a happy person in general, before she found God that is. She was also a camp counselor before she found her true happiness. So what I got out of that, that she was making kids happy but she wasn’t. To me that was crazy if I were to be sad as a camp counselor I would be much more mopey and gloomy, but nevertheless she always wanted to help someone in need. She had a very long journey ahead of her.