Senior Care Facilities: A Case Study

It was my responsibility to help her reach a different understanding. With compassion and love, I discussed with her the circumstance of her history. We read religious text together. I was able to attend her baptismal service later that week.

Hello Dr. Ullom, majority of the long term care facilities are under staffed. There is usually one registered nurse in charge to manage a 240 bed facility, with LPN's  and nursing assistance. I feel that these patients would benefit from having one RN to every six -eight patients with a nursing assistance. Not only would this benefit the patient but the nurse as well. Patient are placed in long term care facility with a certain problem, but ends up with additional condition such as UTI, MRSA, pressure ulcers, and etc. These issues are related to poor care they receive because of unstaffing. I'm not placing blame on the LPN or nursing assistance, but with a RN and low nurse to patient ratio, they will receive better care.

I made friends and started to thrive again. I started attending Emmanuel Episcopal Church in town. I always offered for anyone interested to come with me. Some would come with me, mainly as a way to get off campus and try not to be a Cadet for a little while. The liturgy helped to ground me. The Ritual of the Communion gave me comfort and I continued to heal. I stopped rebelling and started to care about my studies and made friends. My Military Science teacher Norman Smith (aka Big Sarge) asked if I would like to attend his church with him and his wife on a Wednesday night. There was something different about this church, something that I had seen in other churches but never felt. Not even in the Episcopal churches that I had been to. The Church was what they referred to as an Agape church. It was not in a building with grand stained glass windows and gold and silver crosses, priests in clerical garb. It was a hotel conference room with nothing but chairs. All of this was very new to me. I didn’t know anyone other than the couple that I had come with and this was NOT a church. I was thinking that I had been duped and taken to a sayonce. The people were very warm and inviting and treated me as a part of their family. But I had remembered Matthew 18:20 “For where two or three gather in my name, there am I with them."

“No thank you, I think we’re just looking for now.” My mom replied generously. Down the aisle there was a mother with her daughter and son, they were African American. The same lady who asked if she could help us seemed disgusted that they were in her way. She might have acted more dramatic to get her point across, but she definitely turned into a different person around

Hey see servants and workers ut not a person they are quick to judge and quick to remove this proud woman from their church as if they have the right to do so. (Walker, 1973) The pastor is the first line of rejection when he tells the woman "Auntie, you know this is not your church?", then when she sat down the young usher whispered in a hushed tone that she should leave. When this woman was indifferant to they urgings she simply sat and looked up at the stained glass, a type of rage and unplesent emotions shook the individuals watching her within their place of worsip, the polite wives urged their husbands totake action and action they did take by physically removing the woman. In the most unplesent pasage

I asked if there was anything I could do to help them spiritually, the patient asked to pray together while I took him to an appointment in his gurney. He asked for another Bible, her couldn’t find his. I also found it awkward to interact with the student nursing staff when I told them that a patient wanted a Bible to read, a student on rotation seemed confused. The desk nurse knew who to contact, so it would appear that the regular

I attend Gospel Light Freewill Independent Baptist Church in Thomasville, NC. It’s a relatively small church, with about 50-70 people on a Sunday morning. My grandmother, my aunt, and my uncle attend this church as well. I consider myself to be a child of God and a true “born again” Christian. Being “born again” means that one has accepted God into their heart and has been changed on the inside. I accepted him into my heart on October 9th, 2012. Growing up strictly in an independent Baptist church, I didn’t know that other churches were different, at least not until I visited my boyfriend’s church which is Southern Baptist. My pastor preaches heavily on hell-fire and brimstone. He walks up and down the altar, yelling and jumping. There are

On the 10th of August, I received a telephone call from Doris, telling me that we needed to meet at mom’s house for prayer. A friend, who was like a sister, was going through some things and she needed a word from the Lord. Linda would always say that we needed some faith-believing saints around who knew God

On a particular Sunday, several months ago, I was making my anxious rounds through the sanctuary, checking on the two thousand minuet details that go unnoticed by everyone but the Pastor and a few influential widows. There I introduced myself to an obvious visitor, a professional looking women in her mid 50’s. I asked if she was visiting, knowing the answer, and was pleasantly surprised to learn she was a Truett Professor doing what she described as a field trip, observing churches her students attend. As I walked her to a seat that hadn’t belonged to an elderly member for five decades, I went back to my duty, working the room and politicking the old crowd.

After everyone was seated the Asian male asked if anyone had a special scripture that they wanted to focus on. No one replied. The leader seemed to be a little disturbed. He became a little angry, he told them that he was disappointed because he assigned them homework, which was to find a scripture and bring it to the group. Luckily he came prepared and had his own bible verses he wanted to talk about since he didn’t have anybody volunteers. At this particular meeting the leader spoke about homosexual relations, he asked me did I want to participate but I told him I was only present for documentation purposes. Although I am a Christian my social work values are also very clear everyone is the same, there is no discrimination.

It was an opportunity to communicate the grace, love, and forgiveness of God to her. Sharing my similar experience with my spouse, allowed me to communicate hope that as she allows Jesus to enter into the situation, He wants to bring healing to her marriage. Instead of the route of divorce, that she had been contemplating just a couple weeks prior, the trajectory of her, her husband, and her children’s lives could be changed. Just as I am able to testify of the miracle that God has done in my marriage, hopefully, she will be able to as well. Although she left our meeting with more hope than she entered, restoration doesn’t take place overnight; therefore, my husband and I have made a commitment to this young couple to continue to meet with them and walk with them as they journey through this healing

Appalled by the disclosure and my acquaintance stance on the issue I decided to avoid her and her husband. Also, I began to feel anger towards her husband and could not help but act discourteously towards him when we discussed church issues. Consequently, my Pastor noticed my reaction towards this man and questioned my impoliteness. Naturally, I apologized for my conduct and made up a lie about having a lousy day while internally I fought with myself to disclose the truth.

I had only been to services at this location twice prior, but I was somewhat familiar with the pastor’s presentation style and had acquainted myself with several members of the congregation. In this situation, I found myself being more focused on content during the formal portion of the service, and completely people-oriented during the post-service gathering. Even though the pastor was speaking of very emotional and personal issues, I focused more of my listening on the information being relayed and the Bible verses to which he referred us. I also found myself mentally organizing the information into data categories; which I now feel was very inappropriate and may be indicative of the characteristics of an action-oriented listener.

A few minutes after the women walked away the same who called my name to come in the back. I walked and I listened as she talked about her husband and kids then asked me if I had any. I answered her with a simple yes and wanted to drop it. Instead I was asked about my kid and id I was married while making small talk waiting for two other people. She looks at my ring on my hand and went on to say how she doesn’t understand single mothers and why they would want that life for their kids. I then start giving her my two cents in the matter, I told her how more than 57% of families are single mother homes. If this women was like my aunt her husband died in Iraq before her two son’s where even born. Out of that 57% of women only 10% get pregnant knowing they will be single mothers. She looked at me like I had said something wrong but to me I was saying everything right.

I entered into the worship service, unaware of what to expect. I was not familiar with this church, it was a non-denominational church, but the pastor had his roots in the A.M.E. Zion Church and branched out to establish his own church. I walked into the sanctuary prepared to participate in the Sunday School. I found a seat and readied myself to engage in some meaningful discussion. After sitting for several minutes, I asked one of the gentlemen who was standing at the front of the church if they had already started and where was the lesson coming from. He looked at his watch and indicated that he didn’t know if we had time for Sunday School. A puzzled look came over my face and I couldn’t help but express my confusion as I looked at