I did not interact with any residents or employees. The more consistently I was there, I began feeling comfortable and was able to meet and help different residents and employees. It did not take long after I got comfortable at Harvest Homes for a dramatic experience to happen. As I often did, I stopped by to give my mum some coffee and to help with any quick task she needed. I dropped it off in her office and started to leave but was suddenly stopped by the sound of yells for help. A resident had fallen on the ground in his room and no employee was near. In that instance I knew I needed to step in, but uneducated on this situation or the etiquette in dealing with a fall, I had no idea what to. I decided that the most I could do was hold the resident's hand and talk to him to get the focus off of the pain he was in until paramedics arrived. In doing so I had no realization of what it could have meant for the man. I had only been filled with thoughts of fear for him. While this experience was emotional, what really affected me was the letter I received from the man a week or so after thanking me for being there and telling me he was all right. This simple quick note struck a chord with me on a level unreached before but soon over passed by another experience, this experience being with another resident months later. I had gotten close with many residents through calling bingo, cleaning
I did not interact with any residents or employees. The more consistently I was there, I began feeling comfortable and was able to meet and help different residents and employees. It did not take long after I got comfortable at Harvest Homes for a dramatic experience to happen. As I often did, I stopped by to give my mum some coffee and to help with any quick task she needed. I dropped it off in her office and started to leave but was suddenly stopped by the sound of yells for help. A resident had fallen on the ground in his room and no employee was near. In that instance I knew I needed to step in, but uneducated on this situation or the etiquette in dealing with a fall, I had no idea what to. I decided that the most I could do was hold the resident's hand and talk to him to get the focus off of the pain he was in until paramedics arrived. In doing so I had no realization of what it could have meant for the man. I had only been filled with thoughts of fear for him. While this experience was emotional, what really affected me was the letter I received from the man a week or so after thanking me for being there and telling me he was all right. This simple quick note struck a chord with me on a level unreached before but soon over passed by another experience, this experience being with another resident months later. I had gotten close with many residents through calling bingo, cleaning