You know, I've had quite a bit of trouble getting this off my mind. Thank God for the nursing assistant who followed these kids and got the license plate #.
Way back in the 70's when I was in Jr High our school came up with a program. I don't know why they put this program into place, but I know that over the two yrs I was in the school a heck of alot of the kids went thru it. (alot more than you'd think)
The program was volunteering in a nursing home next door to the school.
It wasn't the best nursing home in town by far, although not horrible. Just small and horribly understaffed. The staff had all they could handle with meeting the physical needs of their patients. So the jr high kids would spend their normal study hall time over at the nursing home. We talked to patients, read to them. That is all we were supposed to do. The residents in this home didn't get visitors. (very sad)
I got in at the beginning of the program. At first none of us kids really knew what to do or how to act. Many of the patients were in pretty bad shape, strokes, senility, ect. The kids had signed up for the program just to get out of boring study hall. Then one of the nursing assistants told us we should just visit with them like they were our grandparents. It gave us a new way to look at it.
We may have started out awkwardly reading and visiting with the residents, but before very long we were having facinating conversations. We got to where we looked forward to those visits. We listened to life stories, jokes. We played checkers and card games. The girls would brush and fix the female patients hair, and even put makeup and perfume on those who wanted it. We would make them cards. We came up with ideas for fun parties for the holidays and brought the supplies and gifts.
The residents looked forward to these visits more than we did. It brightened their days, provided them with entertainment, and gave them something to look forward to.
All this developed out of just a little program to go and visit and read to some elderly patients in a nursing home.
I know the group of kids I did it with were sad when our jr high yrs ended and we couldn't do it anymore. Alot of us continued to go visit the residents even after moving on to high school. I know several of those same students entered the medical field later on. I was one of them.
I don't know why, but this post made me remember those days. That program with the school continued until the nursing home closed it's doors several yrs down the road. Such a simple act of kindness taught us so very much.