I have been working at a nursing home for almost 4 years now
as a waitress. I know all the residents pretty well but I am assigned to one
specific floor, which is the rehab floor so they are constantly leaving after
they got healthier. Over spring break I picked up a ton of hours. I was
assigned to a different floor than normal, which I have been before. However,
this day was different than any other. Most of the residents are sad to say but
“not fully with it.” This one man wheeled over to me and asked me a series of
questions including where I was from and if I go to school. I was surprised when
I asked him the same questions he answered; “Well this is my home now.” This
man was explained how his daughter went to SCSU and how she really liked it. This
past weekend when I worked I had to drop something off on that particular
floor. This man smiled and said, “Hi Marissa.” This was such a good feeling to
not only know that he remembered our conversation and me.
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