An Autobiography Of Kaiser Permanente San Francisco

Segmentation and positioning are two important concepts in marketing. While these terms are generally used in relationship to promotional activities, the term segmentation has relevance for market research as well. Segmentation involves dividing the larger universe of consumers or businesses into smaller units that represent more specific target audiences. Positioning is the next step whereby companies determine, based on the segments they have identified, how they can effectively promote what they have to offer compared to competitive offerings and positioning. Effective marketers know that the better they can segment audiences, the more they will be able to develop target messages and select specific

She lost her parents at a young age, so her grandparents struggled to take care of her and her brothers. Soon after her sixtieth birthday, my mom married my father, and they both welcomed me two years later. I was born in September 1999; unfortunately, five months after my birth, my father died in the hands of a stranger from a gunshot to the head. Although both my grandmother and mother were devastated by his passing, they both decided to once again fight for our future and raise me.

I remember my mom waking me up early and telling me to get dressed quickly. I had no clue where we were going. My mom kept repeating that we were to go on a road trip. She still wouldn’t tell me where. We got off the highway and the first thing I noticed was that my phone didn’t have any service. There was one road that we took for a good thirty minutes, then my mom stopped the car. I read the sign that said “Eagle Hill School”. I was very confused. We went on a tour of the campus and I still didn’t understand why we were there. All at once, it clicked in my head; I was going to attend here in September. At first, I was upset that my parents would make me go to school just for the learning disabilities that I have. I had the idea that people would make fun of me back at home for going to a disabilities

It was early in the morning, and I had just woken up because I hear voices and objects being moved around in my grandma’s kitchen. I got up from the bed and made my way down the hallway straight to the kitchen. Once I entered the kitchen I saw all of my aunts with my grandma kneading the corn flour. I just stood there by the wooden door and watched as my aunts would laugh and talk to each other while the kneaded the corn flour. It was a beautiful sight to see because of the sunlight that was coming in from the window was hitting their faces and making it look like they were glowing. I started to look around the medium size room and saw the big dining table in the middle of the kitchen leaving little space to walk around properly.

The historic Henry J. Kaiser Convention Center (originally the Oakland Civic Auditorium), has been the focus of development plans ever since the 215,000-square-foot facility closed down in 2004. It's slated to become office space, but during its heyday, it hosted wrestling competitions, circuses and Elvis Presley concerts; in 1962, it even welcomed Martin Luther King Jr. to commemorate the centennial of the Emancipation Proclamation.

Kaiser Permanente Colorado is proud to offer a program that allows safety net primary care providers to electronically request advice from select Kaiser Permanente specialists. Currently eight speciality departments participate in this program that supports safety net primary care providers, the patients are uninsured and below the federal poverty level.

Volunteering at Kaiser Permanente played a significant role in my decision to pursue a career in healthcare as a physician. When I was observing a physician repair a head laceration, there was a disjunct communication between the patient and physician. Because I am fluent in Vietnamese, I understood the patient’s fears as she muttered words in her native language that expressed her confusion and fear while the physician attempted to console her in English. When I explained the doctor’s processes in her native language, Vietnamese, she was elated someone could reassure her worries, especially when family members do not understand enough English to comprehend the situation. Through various observations of nurses, physicians, and Emergency Department

I was born to a nondenominational Youth Pastor and a Medical Sales Representative on July 30, 1996 in a tiny town in the Philippines called Naga Growing up, I spent most of my time with my many cousins. There was always someone to play with and always something to do. When my dad got the opportunity to become the Head pastor at a church in Northern California he took it. In November of 2002 my mom quit her job, we packed up our belongings, said our goodbyes and moved to Fremont, California.

Way before I ever existed, my parents met in Etzatlan Jalisco, Mexico in the month of October. A small town located near the capital of Mexico, Guadalajara. They dated for about two years before my parents decided to come to the United States. When they moved to the United States, they lived in Mount Airy, North Carolina with my current Godparents for about a month. After a month passed by my parents had moved to Virginia, where they stayed living in their own trailer throughout the pregnancy stages my mother was experiencing. Meanwhile, each day both my mother and father worked outside at a field harvesting peaches and tomatoes.

I remember this: I was 5 years old, a Spanish speaking Jewish girl by ethnicity and Catholic by religion living with her family in a house in the state of San Salvador in El Salvador. We were a hard working family by most standards. Both of my parents own a Jewelry store in down town San Salvador, earning money every day, which made us high-middle class by Salvadorians standards. I also have a brother. We lived in a time during war in the country and a combination of irregular pay, hope, fear and military government. In this times, Mama Nila told me to have a positive attitude while teaching me how to cook.

The reporting party (RP) stated resident Richard Torbett DOB: 11/19/41 was admitted to the facility on 11/25/16. According to the RP Mr. Torbett suffered a stroke on 10/26/16 and was admitted to Kaiser Hospital on 10/26/16 through 11/3/16. He was admitted to Magnolia Rehab for therapy on 11/3/16 and release to Inland Empire Elderly Care Inc. On the Sunday evening of November 27, 2016 the RP went to visit Mr. Torbett and was handed diapers. The caregiver explained that Mr. Torbett was aggressive and could not be handled. The RP stated she found Mr. Torbett saturated in urine including all of his bedding. According to the RP she found Mr. Torbett to be abrupt but not aggressive; he had recently suffered a stroke and had not received pain medication

Providing quality delivery care is the cornerstone of Kaiser operation and addressing language needs of the diverse communities it serves is receiving attention from the National Diversity and Inclusion Office. Kaiser’s National Diversity and Inclusion was established with the objective to promote, support, and assist the regions in implementing the Kaiser Permanente Board of Directors agenda in providing culturally competent medical care and culturally appropriate services to improve the health and satisfaction of its members.

My name had gone past many generations from my great grandmother to me, and my surname brings my family all tied up together. I was born in Laredo’s doctors hospital at dusk and I was two weeks premature. I was supposed to be born in Christmas but instead I came December the third. My mom was really excited to get me out of her, but she was nervous of course, since i was her first child. My mom had a “C section”, she said that she was asleep the whole time, she didn’t yet had seen or felt anything until she opened her eyes once again. When she woke up she found herself back in her room and my dad was next her. My dad was the one who woke my mom up with his screams. He was screaming “chiquita de mi corazón” meaning little girl of my heart. My

We moved to Brownsville to be closer to our grandparents, in Mexico. I lived with my grandparents for a few weeks before my mother was able to lease a house in a nice upcoming neighborhood. I could tell how much the situation was affecting the family. My father lived with us for about six months until he was deported to Mexico. I could never forget how it happened. I was with my family crossing the bridge between Mexico and the United States. We had been visiting our family across the border and were making our way back home. I had to watch as my father be taken away from us and taken into custody, again. The rest of the year, I did so terrible in school that I had to repeat second grade. During my second time in second grade we lost our home to the bank. Again we were living in Mexico, this time we were renting from

It was mid october and I was sitting in the car thinking what it would be like to have a house or a room, or at least another outfit. My mom couldn’t afford to buy a house or new clothes so, day after day I wore the same clothes to school hoping the kids at my school wouldn’t notice,eventually they all noticed. It all started when my mom, Beth, had me at 16 years old. My whole family shut her out, and my dad left my mom, when I was just us two years old. Me and my mom had a great life even though we lived in a car. One day something horrible happened to my mom… One day I came to the car from school, everyday I have to find a way to sneak away from the crowd to go the the abandoned park that is now surrounded by pine trees where we keep our car, and that day it was my birthday, usually we don’t get presents on our birthdays. But when I got to our secret parking spot there was a box on the picnic table right outside our car that read “to Maya”. So I waited for mom to get home so I could open the strange box, I was filled with excitement, when mom got home I went straight for the box and asked ‘’can I open it?’’