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How I Became A Certified Nurses Assistant

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Have you ever looked at one of your grandparents? I mean really, really looked at them. I 'm not talking about looking at the wrinkles lining their faces, the silver and white covering their hair, or their beaten and battered bodies that make it hard for them to live. I 'm talking about that look in Grandma 's eyes when, together, you look at pictures of her children when they were younger. I 'm talking about the way Grandpa, unconsciously, sits up straighter or stands a little taller when you ask him about his time serving his country. You may see a sweet, loving, elderly couple when you see them, but when they look in the mirror, you can bet they still see the young, vibrant, courageous kids they once were. I know, personally, that 's how I saw most elderly people, up until the time I became a Certified Nurses Assistant. I can still remember the first time one of my residents showed me her wedding picture. Her new husband had on Naval uniform, she had long, dark hair and was absolutely stunning. She got a tear in her eye as she said, "I used to get up with chickens, make three meals a day, raise 5 kids all by myself while my husband was at war, and still manage to teach part time. Now, I can 't even go to the bathroom by myself. Do you know how disappointing that is? I would give anything to be your age again. Cherish it. It goes by way too fast." She gave me tears, and still as I sit here retelling that, I find tears in my eyes again. It 's so easy to forget that they

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