My life lit up every time I saw the old men plus ladies at the old people’s facility I volunteered at.
I felt at peace being around these people and, in fact, enjoying spending my free time with them.
I had a 9 to 5 task but would still find a way to get the cookies plus fresh fruits whenever I could. The supervisor at the facility said that their residents would look forward to seeing myself and others every Tuesday plus Monday after church. I would play card games with them plus even tease them about their younger years. Most of them appreciated the appreciate plus sacrifice I made to be with them when I could be elsewhere. I was a psychologist plus understood their needs. They would absolutely open up to me, plus I would relay their fears plus concerns to the management. The system was to provide them a more comfortable life as they awaited the transition. Many were terminally ill plus wanted to spend their last afternoons away from family to save them the trauma of seeing them die. One of the saddest news was studying of a single of my friends’ passing when I was not around. Nonetheless, I pride myself on knowing that I contributed to making their last afternoons cheerful plus peaceful in my small way. One of the respected complaints I dealt with had to do with air conditioning. There were troubles of heating plus cooling adjustment several of the times. The people I was with and I would fix this in weird ways, including getting portable oil furnaces plus ACs for particular rooms. I was fortunate that the homeowner understood enough to accommodate the old people’s needs.