I didn't really think about the possibility of forming lasting relationships with any of my residents, I just started coming to work, doing my job, going the extra mile to ensure top quality care for my residents, and somehow, sometime, our relationship bloomed. You called me by my name, as I called you by yours, and we began to linger just a bit as I made my rounds. Now there are quite a few newly found relationships with my residents, some on every hall. They are mothers, fathers, sisters, brothers, and now they are my friends too. Some might say they are lucky to have me as a caregiver but in all reality... It is I who is truly the lucky one. I am blessed to have the privilege of hearing their stories. They still have dreams, hobbies, sadness, fears... And on this amazing journey of life we are on, it is my blessing to hear about the stories they share. Some of my residents have disabilities that prevent them from verbal communication, and yet I have found other ways to discover their needs and wants. God is truly amazing and I am so thankful I have been blessed with the opportunity to meet my residents. Without them, I wouldn't have my job. So thank you, my friends.
