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Personal Reflection Of Volunteering In A Nursing Community

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A place bursting with diversity, individuals from all walks of life, rich, poor, young, old, healthy and sick; children outside happily playing in the neighborhoods, people at bus stops eagerly waiting, the homeless begging for spare change- this is my reality growing up in the disadvantaged and violence stricken community of Providence. I began finding various ways to volunteer with the youth, adolescents and adults in my community as an outlet. I enjoyed helping people in my free time. Doing this allowed me to let my guard down and truly do what I love. I volunteered with women in a substance abuse rehabilitation home, constantly held sessions with the kids in my community about the importance of a purpose driven life, and at helped the women and babies at the Postpartum Mother and Baby Unit at the Women and Infants Hospital. By doing this I was able to find escape from poverty and violence around me. As I embarked on this journey that led me to my passion for nursing, I also embarked on a journey of self-actualization and discovery. I am an optimist. After volunteering in the same nursing community for eight years, my exposure to the sick and lonely increased my capacity for compassion and selflessness, values that have been instilled in me since childhood. As a result of sickness and old age, many patients with whom I’ve developed bonds and friendships with passed away. At first, I found this to be both heartbreaking and discouraging, but upon further reflection I came to realize that I had cared for their health and increased their overall happiness, making their last days fulfilling and worthwhile when they could have been sad and lonely. As a result, I have learned that both compassion and sympathy are most effective when demonstrated in deed rather than by word. I am a caretaker. In November 2016, a warm fall afternoon, I invited my friend of 5 years over as a late birthday celebration; I was raped. A man I trusted over powered me, and I was physically impaired to fight him off. Not realizing at the time that my water was spiked, I eventually blacked out and woke up to physical pain at the time, and only remembering saying no but not able to fight back. I utilized my resources and sought counseling

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