When you think of a first job for a young adult, usually you hear of your peers working at malls, front desk in school offices, or restaurants. My first job ever has been nothing close to that. I started earlier this year around February, as a CNA ( Certified Nurse Assistant) in a Intermediate Behavioral Facility. I care for mentally disabled clients, which includes feeding them, transferring patients who may weigh up to 120 lbs to their bed or wheelchair. I also give them showers, change their clothes, and assist them in a majority of their daily living activities because they are unable to achieve those task themselves.
My last day there will be July 22nd because I recently got another job at another facility, but I was just thinking as to the valuable lessons I have learned through working as a CNA thus far. The appreciation of my own life and capabilities as well as my increased compassion and empathy for people as a whole. There are certain jobs that are challenging, but when you get towards the end of your time there you realize how humbling the experience really was.
I remeber my first few weeks working at this behavioral facility and feeling completely fusterated. Even at this point I still get fusterated at work, I am not going to lie, but I would always complain of how difficult the position was and how I felt it had nothing to do with my future plans and career goals. Boy I was wrong.
As someone who wants to eventually become a Clinical Social Worker and have a career in a psychatric unit, being a CNA has taught me so much about the good and bad treatment of the most vulnerable in our society. My patience working as a CNA has been challenged and grown over the quick few months that I have been working. You know how in the Christian faith we believe that we are made in the image of God? I can definitely see that in every patient I care for. Yes, even the ones that kick, hit and scream at me. Every time before I go to work, I say a quick prayer asking that I may see Jesus in every person I care for and in some way God makes that a reality.
I see Jesus in a patient named Anavelia who starts laughing randomly when I come inside her room
I see Jesus when I am walking down the hall and one of the clients in a wheelchair yells " Hiii!!"
I see Jesus in a young lady named Yvette who limbs around the facility and will grin so big when she comes to hug me
I see Jesus in Janet, a elder lady in a wheelchair who plays her radio while humming and clapping along
Do you see Jesus in the work that you do and the people you work with/for? What valuable lessons have you learned in your job? Let me know in the comments!
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