Second year of college!

Today I started yet again another chapter in my life. Technically my first day of sophomore year of college (even though I will be lucky to graduate in 2025!). Right now I’m just taking social work until I figure out what to do with my life. Two classes in person and it looks better than doing everything online. Over the summer I was able to get a position at a nursing home helping with activities. Minus the fact that infection runs through there like little kids at a candy store and my history with the flu is not ideal, and that I can’t do CPR unless you want me to jump on someone’s chest, it’s perfect. My entire job is to entertain old people! And ask my family I am not-so-secretly an 80 some year old lady- cranky, achy, and tired.Because of my history of working with sick people I understand what it means to properly care for people. People just want someone to talk to them and something to look forward to. To love and be loved by others. It is rarely boring for me there, and always someone to talk to. I even ask to come in some on my days off. I also get to test how much I can physically do. I have done everything from calling bingo, to dishing out ice cream, to holding hands and being a preacher, to having people throw up in my hand. (oddly enough the puke did not bother me as much as me calling bingo. I am not loud enough for them and people are overly protective about bingo!) I am putting in a decent amount of hours too. I have the most grandparents of anyone I’ve ever known now, with all but three people being extremely grateful when I enter the room. People have even gone as far as to introduce myself to their children as their GRANDCHILD!! Needless to say I feel loved. The most astonishing thing is that the people there treat me better than large group of people I’ve ever been around. I’ve never gotten any pity from any of them (even though some are amused at the way I get around). Today at school three different people my age came up and told me how sorry they were that I was disabled. It finally clicked that the people at work actually accepted me and not it a ‘just be nice’ situation. And that changed me (also watching people deteriorate but we’re not talking about that )Life is fantastic! I ask you though to savor the moments of the people who you love, also people in residential facilities need a lot of prayers, hope, patience, understanding, and lotion. God bless you always!