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I wish I could know people better. I talk to countless people everyday and I only ever know what illness they are afflicted with or what pills they take. Why are some old people the meanest damn people I will ever know and others are so pleasant and joyful? I always try to make a connection with the most people I possibly can, with the most people that will allow me. Whether it be a simple smile or a word of empathy, I always try. Some are so closed off and cold. It probably makes them uncomfortable when a stranger makes them happy and their own life doesn't. I feel that if I knew what made these people the way they were I would be able to understand them better and handle certain situations better.
I enjoy my job very much and look forward to going there everyday. I feel like I am making a difference, in fact, I know that I am making a difference. I can't wait untill I am fully educated and able to help them even more. The only thing I want in return is gratitude. It just makes my day when I know I've made someone else's life a little easier and they thank you for it. Some think we owe it to them, and we don't.