I was taught to love, care, and treat people with respect from a very young age. When I was a young girl, my mom would take me with her to work. At the time, she worked at an assisted living center in Rome, Georgia. You see, I was a very quiet and curious child who observed the world innocently with bright, untainted eyes. I didn’t care much to be around the other children who were usually loud and somewhat bothersome, but I enjoyed being around adults. So when my mom would take me with her, the elderly people living there found much joy in having my company. I would sit and listen to them tell me all sorts of stories from their past for hours on end, but I loved to hear about them. In a way, I somehow understood that these people were lonely and only had so much time left. They just wanted someone who could appreciate them and what they had to say; they wanted to feel like they were of some importance and had a sense of meaning. I cared greatly about what they had to say, even though I didn’t understand it that much. More importantly, I cared about their feelings and wellbeing. I can still remember at least two of my mom’s patients. One was a man named Lou, and I believe he wore a prosthetic leg. He was a very sweet and dear old man who loved the outdoors. My mom would bring him outside in the mornings to watch the birds and to get some fresh, crisp, morning air. He had become a great friend to the both of us, a bit like a father and
I was brought up to follow the “Golden Rule,” to treat others the way you would want to be treated. When my parents would socialize me around my family and other people, they taught me not judge people or to make fun of others because we are all different. Growing up my grandfather and his best friend were both left disable after their accident. My parents socialized me around him a lot, that’s all I ever knew. It taught me that we are all different, but should all be treated the same because he still could do everything we could. As an American child individualism and equality was drilled into my brain, it was just something that you did in your everyday life. It taught me that you do create your own density and you never let anything slow you down. These values are very important to me and my family as well.
I was taught to help others, be respectful and to treat other the way that you would like to be treated. Now as an adult helping people gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling inside my heart. Everyone needs a helping hand at one time or another and if I can fill that slot I try to. As a LMT I help people get manage and get rid of their pain and stress.
I first learned how to become more culturally responsive and respectful while working as a Child Protective Services caseworker. I had to learn about my client’s culture and beliefs before being able to build a rapport with them. I was able to help multiple families in overcoming a very difficult situation in their life that caused me to become involved. I had to seek out ways on how to help those families all while not placing values held by me onto them.
My parents were my first real teachers. My dad, a police officer, and my step-father, was an EMT. Both of them taught me early, the value of hard work, discipline, compassion, and sacrifice. They taught me how to listen with
The most important thing I learned as a child was to treat others the way you want to be treated. It may sound cliche but it helped me out when I was a child. It made me have a lot of respect for others because I didn’t know what their lives were like. The event that helped me remember this was the time I made fun of a homeless person, but I didn’t know that he was homeless at the time. This made me realize that not everyone has what other families have. Like food, water, shelter. This memory struck to me because it was raining one day, and I saw the same homeless man sitting in the rain with nothing to protect him from it. I felt really bad for him because of the way I treated him. I didn’t know that he wasn’t able to buy anything. When I finally asked him what he was doing, sitting there in the raid.
I was taught at a very young age to always respect my elders and to never talk back (of course there are certain circumstances to where that doesn’t apply).
For quite a few months, she was binded to a bed. With the help of her physical and occupational therapists, she gradually gained enough strength to walk around the house. It was staggering since her body was so feeble months before. We did whatever we could to make her happy. We went on short little trips to the beach to bring her seaside happiness, and even took her to our cabin in Boone for some mountain-top tranquility. It was always the little things that brought her joy. Making brownies, playing with the cats, and watching ‘Family Feud’ with her grandchildren; these were the things she lived
By making the welfare of others a priority in their lives, my parents instilled in me the desire to follow their example and dedicate my life to serving others. This has set the precedence on how I have always approached life and treated other people.
As a young girl I learned that I cared about people and there well being more than some of my friends and pears. The desire to care, help, and assist people was and has been so natural for me almost like second nature. I have
Foundationally my parents have taught me the value of patience, humility, self-initiative, decision making, and communication.
Growing up my parents were always critical of our behaviors and encouraged us to learn from our mistakes. I think what I have taken away from my own upbringing is that people are strong and should be encouraged to advocate not only for themselves, but for the “common good”. I believe that this belief had largely influenced the way that I see the world because I find myself encouraging my clients to stand up for themselves and what they believe is right.
When I was with Grandpa, I could be a child and yet see things through grown-up eyes. "You see that tree, Bud," he would say. "That tree was here before those houses.
I was attained to value others, love frankly, welcome folks into your quarters with open arms, supply them nutrition, life happens over food and be a polite entertainer (even if you’re having a awful day, they’re company). Folks normally obtain enjoyment from seeing the contentment of others because by outline others concern us. I was taught to convey frankly, grant folks the benefit of the doubt, be upright because integrity alone succeeds, work hard, test yourself, nothing is given to you, chuckle often, and be blunt.
I was taught to be caring and thoughtful; I wasn’t taught anything else from anyone other than not to trust people. I’m the odd ball of my family because I am nothing like anyone. I can say I was also taught to believe in myself and never down myself because I can accomplish anything. That is shown through my determination and hard work because if I didn’t believe in myself I wouldn’t try as hard.
In high school though I began helping in my church’s children’s ministry and I learned that it is important for people to respect their elders because without that respect people have no reason to listen to “authority” and everything goes insane. Also while working in the children’s ministry I learned I needed to be responsible not just for myself but for the kids I was taking care of for two hours a week. I would watch so many college students and other adults come and go in the four years I worked there and how the kids needed to be able to depend on someone to be there and be on time. The kids would act out toward new helpers or inconsistent helpers because they wanted to be able to trust someone to always be there. It always broke my heart when helpers would give up on the kids and leave or constantly be late or almost never show