The laundry door cracked open.
I could see her inside tenderly folding each piece of clothing more gingerly than I fold my own family’s clothes. When she had put all in the basket, she tiptoed out of the room, not disturbing the concert in progress in the activity room.
It’s a high touch position.
No need to apply if you’re afraid to get close.
I was only there as a spectator. My daughter was singing with her grandfather’s Butterbean Band. They make the nursing home rounds. This particular facility housed a family friend so I had double reasons to attend the day’s performance.
I can’t help but watch the workers when I visit homes like this for the elderly.
It may be the patients and family who pay the money, but it’s the everyday-worker who keeps things humming.
- It’s the young nurse who makes rounds with her little cups of pills specific to each resident.
- It’s the aide who pushes the elderly gentleman’s wheelchair into line so he can listen to the band with the gathering crowd.
- It’s the activity director who breezes in and out to joke with the residents, distributing hugs, and makes sure everyone is having a good time.
And it’s the girl who goes into each room, empties individual hampers, washes and dries and separates each article of clothing, then tiptoes back into rooms to return them to drawers and closets where they belong.
You can’t hold down these jobs without using your hands—to move, to work, to love. Without the human touch, it’d be an empty place.
To touch hearts, use your hands.
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How can you use your hands today to touch a heart?
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