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This is Moundville Nursing Facility where I work. Today, February 12, 1998, the state surveyors found us to once again be deficiency-free for the third year in succession!! What an honor~!!
THE NURSING HOME
"How can you work here?" my friend asks,
"It's sad and so depressing."
"Not to me," I answered her,
Each one's a special blessing."
"But they are old and mostly sick"
Came her quick reply.
"So they need me all the more,"
I answered with a sigh.
How can I make her understand
That as I make my round,
For every ounce of love I give,
They return it with a pound.
I often wonder as I watch
The different ways they act.
When I have reached that stage in life,
Which graces will I lack?
This wondrous gift God gave to me,
To minister to the old,
Brings with it times of sadness,
But also joys untold!
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This is the front lobby.
A NURSE'S PRAYER
Because the day that stretches out for me
Is full of busy hours, I come to Thee
To ask Thee, Lord, that Thou wilt see me
through
The many things that I may have to do.
Help me to make my beds the smoothest way.
Help me to make more tempting every tray.
Help me to sense when pain must have relief.
Help me to deal with those borne down by
grief.
Help me to take to every patient's room
The Light of Life to brighten up the gloom.
Help me to bring to every soul in fear
The sure and steadfast thought that Thou
art near.
And if today, or if tonight, maybe,
Some patient in my care sets out to sea
To face the great adventure we call death,
Sustain them, Father, in their parting breath.
Help me to live throughout this live-long day
As one who loves Thee well, dear Lord, I pray;
And when the day is done, and evening stars
Shine though the dark above the sunset bars,
When weary quite, I turn to seek my rest,
Lord, may I truly know I've done my best.
(Ruth Winant Wheeler)
Do not regret growing older. It's a privilege denied to many. by Stephanie Robinson, LPN Please go to the next page
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She Sat Alone
She sat alone in the rocking chair, mourning,
the emptiness of her life in despair;
People went by her and just shook their heads--
"poor old woman, she'd be better off dead!"
She sat alone in her rocking chair,
Just wishing someone would take time to share
Just a moment of time in their busy day
With a lonely old woman with so much to say.
She could tell them the stories of when she was ten
And the interesting things that had happened since then.
She had so much to tell, so much knowledge of living
But nobody stopped to take of her giving.
She sat all alone, day after day,
A lonely old woman with so much to say,
When they found her, forever asleep in her bed,
Those poor selfish people just shook their head.
"Poor old woman, she's better like this".
Never to know...all the wealth they had missed.
