A Sense of Security
Minnie, Shira and Rosemarie Not long ago, I looked in on Maggie. She lay in bed, restless, trying to get up, in obvious distress. She knew me, sort of, but I could not discover her trouble or comfort her. So I turned on her call light and waited for her aide. The young woman came through the door with a cheerful "What's the trouble?" Maggie lit up like Christmas on steroids: "Oh, Danielle, you're here!" Restlessness vanished and she simply shone with joy. Whatever her trouble, Danielle's presence already made it better. That incident inspired this article. The spirit here speaks of care and comfort and safety. The residents experience consistent caregivers - they know the women and men who will be in and out of their rooms throughout the day and night. And they know they are loved. The dignity of the human person demands that we care for each and every one with love, but there is also the personal relationship that sees beyond the affliction ...