Winnsboro Autumn Winds Culture Interview Report

Jack is pretty much a normal kid except for his challenge/problem is that every day he's doing many activities that he doesn't like like Chinese and swimming. In school many kids refer to him as kind of funny. He is actually a pretty nice kid but can be very stubborn. In the story there are a few differing moments one is this " “Jack, you do know your dad loves you more than anything

For this paper I went to Botsford Commons nursing home in Farmington Hills, Michigan. I interviewed Carl Cottrill. He is the administrator at the facility.

Both of the gentlemen stated they had been in other homes and that this was the nicest home they had been in. Kenneth complained of his first home ¡°smelling more like a zoo than a nursing home.¡± John told me that his last home was on the South Side and that the neighborhood was filled with gang bangers and hoodlums. When his family visits here though, they wheel him through the Lincoln Park neighborhoods and it¡¯s nice. For all of the questions that I asked these two men, they had just as many questions for me. Heading in to this assignment, I hadn¡¯t really considered that someone would be asking ME questions. In the midst of all that happens in nursing homes, it¡¯s important to remember that these residents aren¡¯t just dependent, older people, but that they are still people just like you and I.

The boys in Jack’s tribe experience instability and conflict with Ralph’s group, who are in support of a orderly manner of life. The story lines could be assumingly be connected to Golding’s experience in World War II because even though war is operated through the government, we are left to question the reactions of the soldiers, who are placed in combat without any certain supervision, considering that most return home with post-traumatic stress disorder.

Jack is shown as one who is highly established in his field of work. Unfair influences of the consumerism culture are to blame for the Jack’s outfits and his professional title.

As the people began to walk by, I became nervous. I assumed that because they were homeless they were mean, depressed, and maybe even dangerous. I was completely wrong. The men and women were some of the nicest people that I had ever met. They appreciated anything that I had to offer to them and always responded with, “Thank you and God bless.” Some of them even had more manners than most people that I know. The children were smiling, laughing, and even playing with one another. I had some of the most inspiring and pleasant conversations of my life that day.

I have always admired the senior citizens who are wondering how they have passed such long journeys of their lives. They not only have accomplished achievements, but also have done memorable works that deserve admiration, respect, and priority in today’s society. These old people may look incompetent and unexciting in somebody’s eyes and thoughts, but not everyone realizes that they are the people with greatest knowledge and experiences beyond their masters of life. From my own experience, whenever I see an old mister or mistress looking for help or in need of help, I can never ignore him or

Jack initially lives a very average life. His job and life is so average that anybody can relate to him. His apartment is decorated almost exclusively with items from the Ikea catalogue. He tells us that he has given in to the “…Ikea nesting instinct.”

As days go by, Jacks suffering increases.He was no food, no shelter and no money. Everyday busy workers and citizens walk by and not one of them look back at his sufferings. Even job employers reject Jack despite his abilities.

I ambitiously decided that I would brighten the lives of the elderly by volunteering at a rest home, but discovered that the elderly were being neglected, shoved aside and forgotten. As I stepped into the home a pungent odor penetrated my nostrils, causing an instantaneous gagging reflex. The place was abounded with neglected and subdued inhabitants, yearning for attention. Anybody that passed them caused a sudden outburst of ranting. The negligence and disregard the home displayed appalled me, but helped me to realize that I wanted to make a difference and change the condition people live in.

It was a cold, wintry day in the frozen tundra. A heavy storm comes rolling in as winds begin to howl. The winds themselves were strong as a race horse, but no slower than a cheetah. Snow falls on to the long patch of ice and snow below. This storm would last over three hours and already did the blizzard given mass effects. Animals had no reason forging here unless its truly needed.

The social worker is now focusing on Jacks Resources and Strengths: After analyzing Jack, the social worker realized that according to Jack, he loves to participate in reading and watching cartoons. These are his favorite hobbies to indulge in. According to Jack, his favorite cartoon to watch is “Dora, the explorer”. According to Jacks mom Joy, Jack is a very intelligent child, sometimes too smart for his own good. She replied after stating “I was in the hospital for trying to commit suicide, and Jack had his grandmother cut his hair, to send it to me so I would get better”. As the social worker observed Jack, it seemed as if Jack would show less enthusiasm when it came down to meeting new friends,

Avery Heights is a community nursing home in a park like setting in the town of Hartford. I have been a volunteer worker for two years and almost every day I visit this magnificent place. My attendance began when I was a high school student looking to complete community service work mandatory for every student. Ever since my first visit, I have thoroughly enjoyed assisting the residents living in Avery Heights throughout my high school experience and beyond. Whether spending time with dementia and Alzheimer’s patient or enjoying the twist and turns of the puzzle solving and Friday Bingo games with the healthy residents, I developed a sense of compassion, love, and gratitude toward them. My attraction to the Heights was mainly because of volunteering. I helped residents with any technological issues that they faced, from fixing old VCR players so they could watch their favorites 90s TV shows to teaching them how to access the nursing home Wi-Fi and creating an email account which were a truly rewarding experiences.

A few of the residents traveled all over the world, seeing historical sites, were involved in historical events like the march on Washington with Martin Luther King in the 1960’s, seeing “the king” Elvis Presley, and many others you could only dream of. Most the residents grew up and experienced these great marvels that people of my generation could only read about in a history textbook; I thought that was impressive that they got to see those things. But best of all was what these elderly folks endeavored during their years. When I got talking with them, I got the sense that these people truly had some hard times in their days. A majority of them grew up in small towns and/or farms where they had to work a ridiculous amount of

Something that I always wanted to do in high school was go to an old people’s home. It was something that I was always hastened about and would always make excuses not to go. Growing up for some reason I was always somewhat scared of old people, besides my grandparents of course. But other than that, my mom would tell me when I was little I always was afraid to talk to old people. All my friends in high school would tell me stories how it is a good experience and something that everyone should try. So, for this paper I decided to go outside my comfort zone and go to an old people’s home.