I would have never imagined myself saying, “I work at funeral home.” Especially in high school. When I tell people, they always give me a weird look followed by them asking me what I do there and if I touch and look at bodies. Working at my uncle’s funeral homes throughout high school has made a huge impact on my life. I started at the funeral home the summer before my sophomore year, but it was just to vacuum and clean and I told my uncle that I didn’t want anything to do with bodies and the funerals. The next summer, my uncle started having me work at the funerals and then slowly, he let me help dress and casket. Dressing and casketing is not the most fun part of my job, but it has taught me what it is to be compassionate for other people
Gaining such experiences with people at such a young age gave me substantial qualities of being trustworthy, caring, and responsible, ultimately leading me to pursue a nursing career in my future. About eight months ago, my aunt gave birth to a tiny baby girl named Gianna. They live less than five miles away from me, allowing me to always be available to help out. I was constantly racing to their house in my free time to play with the baby and do what I could to help my aunt and her husband. As soon as they were home from the hospital, I was helping my aunt change diapers, bathe the baby, feed her, and dress her.
I could not wait to start. I began volunteering as a candy striper at the age of fourteen, rotating through nearly every department in the hospital. From the beginning, I was drawn to the geriatric patients and their families in the adult oncology
In the short passage by Kierstin Koppel titled “Humanizing Morticians,” she uses a lot of figurative language to give a mortician a wonderful personality. Koppel’s first sentence even depicts a very vivid scene, “The corpse lies bare under a white sheet waiting to be dissected and reconstructed through a series of surgical procedures” (Koppel). This sentence does not only describe an interesting scene, but it also grabs the reader’s attention by explaining what the passage is going to be about. Later, Koppel begins to explain her own point of view when it comes to being a mortician.
My future career must focus on being there for those who cannot always be there for themselves. Working as a nursing assistant in a nursing home and on a rehabilitation floor in a hospital, I dedicated myself to assisting residents, ensuring they had everything they needed. Many residents in the nursing home lacked family support, so I became their ally and friend. The residents' faces would light up as they shared their small steps toward their physical therapy goals. For new residents feeling anxious about transitioning to a new place, I offered reassurance and showcased the facility's best aspects, creating a sense of home.
Duggans Funeral Home at 3434 Seventeenth street--July 10, 1934 Duggans Funeral Home held the ceremony of 10,000 labor men who died in the riots. The brother of Herbert W. Sperry, a railroad engineer, died in the riots. Sperry’s brother was a former sergeant during the World War. His death was not known to Sperry until he had read the local newspaper. In the wake of his funeral, members of the veterans’ organization began marching.
In the case of Akins Funeral Home, Inc. v. Teresa Miller, three young people died from a terrible car accident on February 20, 2000. The twist in this story surrounds a nineteen-year-old victim by the name of Matthew Miller who left behind his mother Teresa Miller, Andrea Megan Miller which just happened to be the wife and mother of his child along with other family members whose names weren’t listed. However, the body of Matthew was transported to Kilgore-Green Funeral Home in Jasper, Alabama. At the Millers’ family request, Doil Akins of Akins Funeral Home, Inc. took custody of the body and brought him to Akins Funeral Home, Inc. Because of the families religious beliefs they arranged for a normal open casket funeral.
When I was seventeen I worked at a fast food restaurant called Tim Hortons. It was my second job and I surprisingly didn’t hate it. Actually, I really quite enjoyed the people that I worked with. During school days I would work the evening shift, which was from 2 P.M. to 10 P.M. Then on the weekends I would work in the morning from 6 A.M. to 2 P.M..
I woke up every morning before dawn to work a full day in agriculture and ended the day singing with kids from the hostel. The work was hard and exhausting, however at the end of our two weeks, I cried. Not for the work, but for the people whom I had worked with. We could barely speak to one another, but created a relationship out of hugs, smiles, and laughs. I learned a great deal about myself, about the strength I had and what I was capable of.
At 14 years old I became a personal care attendant (PCA) for a man named Bernie. Bernie was diagnosed at birth with spinal muscular atrophy, a rare form of muscular dystrophy. He suffered a stroke almost 15 years ago that paralyzed him from the neck down, disabling him from ever leaving his bedroom. I started out feeding Bernie dinner and helping him take care of basic tasks such as cleaning the house and giving him medication. After a while I was suctioning his trach, putting fluids in his g-tube, changing his urine bag, and much more.
It was only when my grandmother was diagnosed with brain cancer and she lost her ability to walk and do several things on her own. Seeing my grandmother fight a battle with cancer, trying to get stronger and stay motivated made me want to help people such as my grandmother.
Working with the elderly has given me a different perceptive of life and allowed me to appreciate those around us that can truly make a
I was then prompted to begin volunteering at the local Boys and Girls Club. Little did I know that this would have a great effect on my life and character. After volunteering for most of that school year, I wanted to work there. The kids brightened the atmosphere around me, and each time I helped them, I knew I was doing something right. Therefore, I sent in a job application and I have now been employed there since August.
I learned a lot from this experience and discovered this passion for helping people. Over time I was able to build relationships with the people in this community and that will forever have a huge impact on my
I worked at an assistant living for 3 years while I was in high school. I ended up working full time and going to school full time. During this time, my residents became more
Being a former caregiver to those who have Alzheimer 's has taught me a lot just by having the opportunity and experience to work with people who I eventually turned out to love. At the age of 18, my first job ever was being a caregiver at The Arboretum located in Menomonee Falls. During the two years I worked there I worked with some amazing people. They taught me the true meaning of