Love love love ...
OK, I never ever update this from work, but I just had a moment of such sheer love for my residents that I had to get it down so I would remember. A woman who is usually and constantly quite agitated has settled in comfortably with a maraca for music therapy hour. A gentleman who yesterday was v. v. angry at coming to live here is nearby with a tambourine. Another man who is quite gruff and ... manly just got up to get a cloth for a lady who, well, drools a lot. Our youngest resident, a woman not much older than me with severe MS, is waiting for her brother at the door, and the girls got her dressed up so prettily and made up. I imagine this is what she looked like every day before her illness got so bad.
They all love each other, in a way. It makes me feel good about the world.
Share the love? I left this public. Tell me what made you feel good about the world today? And see if you can get some other people to tell me, too, while you're at it.
They all love each other, in a way. It makes me feel good about the world.
Share the love? I left this public. Tell me what made you feel good about the world today? And see if you can get some other people to tell me, too, while you're at it.