Through serving others, I have come to realize that every person, regardless of one’s cultural background, has something to offer to the community. As an immigrant, I was quite hesitant about accepting new challenges. The fear of others’ judgment regarding my performance hindered my progress. However, through serving others in various capacities, I was able to interact and help people in my community, who themselves helped me overcome my fears. Whether helping patients at St. John Providence or assisting refugees at the American Red Cross, I was amazed as to how much my presence made a difference, especially for those who needed me to interpret for them. The gratitude these people expressed to me enhanced my sense of purpose and made me realize …show more content…
It brought to my awareness both the limitation and the capacity of medicine. Although there was no medical intervention that could cure the diseases of those terminal patients, their quality of life was improved by an outstanding team of doctors, nurses and volunteers. This awareness helped reconcile myself to the fact that certain things, such as death and terminal illness, can not be avoided or changed. By viewing death as a natural part of life, I will be able to offer my dying patients the best care possible while also understanding my limitation as a physician and a human being. Lastly, as a vice president of the Lions Club, I took part in providing eye screening for students in underserved schools. Recently, I met an employee of U of M Dearborn who brought his children to one of our events. He gratefully thanked us because his son obtained a pair of glasses after being screened and referred by our club. He said, “ My son has no headaches now and can see better.” Being told this filled me with a great sense of compassion towards those in need and opened my eyes as to how a small act of kindness can greatly impact someone 's quality of life. I hope that, through medicine, I will be able to impact the lives of many
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Tuesday, Today was an interesting day. I knew that we was going to a funeral home to work with some clients that just recently lost their loved one to a tragic murder in the Killeen, Texas area, so I was mentally prepared. When I walked through the glass doors of Grace Christian Center I said hello to everyone that I passed as I made my way back to my seat in the back of the hallway in the Adult Ministry. As soon as I sat down and started going through my e-mail I remembered that I had to write an excuse letter today for some clients. After 20 minutes elapsed Jeff came to me and said that we need to go to the staff meeting which is located in the conference room in the rear of the building.
My grandpa died when I was two years old so at that point in time I never really could do anything to help my nana get through her grieving process. If he would have passed away now that I am old enough to understand what death and older enough to help out is there is some things I would do to help my nana with to help her get through the grieving process. In the book it points out that women typically express distress and depression more likely than men. It also says that older individuals fare well because they already attained important life goals or adjusted to the fact that some goals will not be attained. I would help my grandma by being there for her and offering emotional support.
Stood at the foot of a bed, on a sunny late July afternoon, I watched someone die. It happened in a small beige dormered room with blue carpet, cheap knocked about pine furniture and a large hospital grade bed. Family pictures were randomly placed on the walls and an old NHS red battered wheelchair was folded up in the corner. My partner’s father, not long past his 75th birthday, lay in the bed gasping for air; his one good eye unfocused and I noticed that the for the first time in the ten years that I had known him the TV was off.
Throughout my life, there has been several times that I have stopped to help someone with a flat tire in the rain or return a lost item to the lost and found and did not expect a return favor. I have had a few weeks to think about this assignment and the act of kindness that comes to my mind is the time that I and my Paramedic partner in Cape Coral, Florida had taken and older “late eighties” woman who was wheelchair bound to the hospital for a medical problem. She lived with her frail husband who we could tell did his best to make sure he was taken care of her the best he could. They lived in a small single story home in a senior community and were well known to the EMS community for repeat public assist calls. A public assist call
A memorial journey The time when my baseball friends and I almost got lost in the woods but found are way out the woods the hard way. Not knowing what mother nature mess we were getting into. We still went down deep in the scary green and brown place.i want to regent what we did that day. I loved going them we were starting to go down, but then i got a thorn stuck to my pants and then i feel face first luckily i did not have my glasses on then we found a hideout where it looked like someone sleept there even we also found some pants and clothes. we found manure guess how i found it by stepping on it while we were half way there we found a small road that lead back up
Throughout this semester I have learned so much about the older adult. This unit on the end of life has been the most meaningful for me, and I plan to implement much of what I have learned in my future career. As a nurse, I will be faced with death of my patients numerous times. Death is an inevitable part of life. However, it is my job as a nurse to help my patients understand what is happening, help them be prepared for dying, and to be as comfortable as possible until the end of their life.
While Volunteering at the local Catholic family center, I was able to make connections on what I learned in class. Through the different readings, I was able to identify the similarities of the people that I worked with and their life situations to the theme of the books and documentary that we focused on in class. The people that I worked with were fellow refugees and immigrants seeking help to become US citizens. I was responsible to pre- screen the applicants and make sure that they met the requirements and had the proper paperwork to be able to move on the next step. Having been through that process myself, I was able to provide some comfort and share my personal experience to the to the clients because this process that can be very stressful.
Volunteering at a hospice company was a turning point in my life. I find the United States is still segregated by age. I never truly understood that ageism existed, I assumed it was a thing of the past or only happened in extremely rare cases. This is my second year volunteering to help talk to patients, and my first year writing someone’s life story, her legacy. Most young people never get a chance to interact with the elderly, and are separated because of the fast paced society we have built around those 18-30 years olds.
Your site had been wonderful to use. The feedback was helpful. I realized I couldn't make a repetitive dream into a book as I hope. I decided to publish the story what I wrote in a series of blog post. This is less stressful for me since I had trouble revising.
The Volunteer Spirit is something I experience every single day with my immediate family and my volunteer family. Growing up in Tennessee, I have spent my whole life dreaming of attending and graduating The University of Tennessee as my four older siblings and grandad have done before me. The Volunteer Spirit, to me, means loving your fellow man, working hard, and possibly most importantly, loving Tennessee Volunteers Football! The Volunteers have always played a huge role in my life.
Everyone I know is dying, the last 2 weeks have been a nightmare. It started with five Hoxton, Bricot, Pier, Geffrey and Geronim. After two days of being on the ship, they all fell ill with a terrible fever. They wouldn’t heal even after a week of resting, we knew something was terribly wrong when we saw the black boils. We moved all of the food and supplies out of the cellar and carried the disease ridden people into it and locked it.