The laundry door cracked open.
I could see her inside the room, tenderly folding each piece of clothing more gingerly than I fold my own family’s clothes. When she had put them 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 at this assisted living facility. It housed a family friend so we had double reasons to attend this day’s performance.
I can’t help but watch the workers when I visit homes for the elderly like this.
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 ensuring everyone is having fun.
And it’s the girl who goes into each room to empty individual hampers, then washes, dries and separates each article of clothing, tiptoeing back into rooms to return each piece to the right drawer and closet where it belongs.
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, sometimes you have to use your hands.
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How can you use your hands this week to touch a heart? Please share in the comments.
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