tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post8701484062575368949..comments2023-10-20T11:53:51.189-04:00Comments on Up The Beanstalk: Freeze And JustifyErachethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00660802321998349072noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-25616066446264973172008-08-06T07:19:00.000-04:002008-08-06T07:19:00.000-04:00I have a friend who worked as a social worker in a...I have a friend who worked as a social worker in a nursing home for a few years, and she found it to be incredibly depressing. I can understand why. When you look at these people, who once led vibrant, fulfilling lives, and what they've been reduced to - it's sad and humbling and scary.<BR/><BR/>A little less than a year ago, I accompanied a group of children for a "chessed visit" to a nursing Scrapshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15911315552965685448noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-70433829431320051302008-08-05T15:06:00.000-04:002008-08-05T15:06:00.000-04:00Yeah, I never want to be like that...but we don't ...Yeah, I never want to be like that...but we don't get a choice. <BR/>I always feel bad when I look at older people who seem to have nothing and appear to be waiting for the end. It's so sad.<BR/><BR/>Beautiful post though. <BR/><BR/>loved this line<BR/><BR/>"One was near the end of her life, the other was really just starting hers. And neither of them seemed to understand very much about what Moshehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11651270601906886319noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-49292409017015795422008-08-05T08:31:00.000-04:002008-08-05T08:31:00.000-04:00I remember having a lot of these moments in high s...I remember having a lot of these moments in high school when I went to the nursing home during lunch periods on Wednesdays for 'chesed' time. I visited the same resident over three or four years on a weekly basis. And it is Difficult. And I think that your title for this post is great. As is the post itself. Good luck out there.RaggedyMomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01022064984702182705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-42435588097899396182008-08-05T06:57:00.000-04:002008-08-05T06:57:00.000-04:00Great post.I had the same realization myself after...Great post.<BR/><BR/>I had the same realization myself after volunteering in a nursing home. Rather than feeling repulsed by the people who mumbled to themselves, ate food off the floor, yelled about conspiracies and generally needed help with their appearance, I just felt so sad. Like you said, these were all people who were <EM>me</EM> once upon a time: young, healthy, had people who loved the applehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04756184353010645018noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2671016537527752068.post-38703018293455266312008-08-05T01:38:00.000-04:002008-08-05T01:38:00.000-04:00Wow Erachet. Wow. Wow. I think this is my favorite...Wow Erachet. Wow. Wow. I think this is my favorite post that I've read of yours. You expressed yourself so thoughtfully and beautifully here.<BR/><BR/>I think what you’re saying is very true. But I think the insight that you extracted from this situation is incredible, and I envy you. It’s amazing to be able to look at some old "crazy" lady, and feel compassion, not out of a sense of pity, but Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com