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I work 12 hour night shifts at a nursing home, take care of 7 at home and am renovating a bigger house in my 'spare time. I shared this with someone that came back with "There must be something good in it for you to be in that situation." Id never thought about it In that light. I love my job. I take care of human beings. I share love and laughter and comfort tears and fears. I comfort shame and emberrassment with compassion and empathy. I've helped with both rehab and hospice care cheering on progess and shed many tears for the dying after leaving the room. I've been hit, spit on, kicked, called every name imaginable and worn every bodily fluid. I still go home happy and wear a smile to work. I've been hugged, kissed and appreciated too. Bonus: I get paid to do what I love. I love my . Even the ones I didn't help create. They're amazing human beings deserving of love and being cared for. They're not a burden, they're my family. I could help those in need, so I did. No regrets, no reward unless you count that warm fuzzy feeling from making others happy and seeing their gratitude. Bonus: A house full of midgets wards off shallow and selfish men better than garlic to a vampire. I love my new house. Its going to be an amazing home with room for everyone. We will be able to have company comfortably and share good times with more people. We are all learning how to do new things and bonding though hard work. Bonus: The<b> teenagers </font></b>have friends willing to workfor food. So I guess thinking about it, there is something really great in it for me. Love that spreads outwards in ripples and comes back to me. A life I am proud of. that know empathy and compassion and know how to pay it forward without looking for personal gain. And memories, lots and lots of precious memories. |
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I've seen for myself how hard the nurses in care homes work in such difficult situations.
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