Sunday, November 24, 2013

My Three Week Stay At A Nursing Home

     I could tell you what a horrible experience it was. Three weeks in rehab in a nursing home for my broken foot, that is still a problem. I am back at home now and happy even though still off my foot.

     Since Thanksgiving is right around the corner, I want to write about a young man named George who managed to lift the spirits of everyone he came in contact with.

     George was admitted to the home because of obesity problems with his legs. He is a huge man with a heart twice his size. He belonged to our smoker’s group of six. We were allowed to go outside six times a day. Those were the happiest moments of my stay in a dismal environment.

     George had you laughing constantly. Silly jokes, funny jokes, but most of all it was his love of people that brought joy to all of us. He loved to make fun of himself too. Not in a derogatory manner. He was a proud man, coping with a disability that made you love him all the more.

     I will probably never see George again, but I’ll remember him forever.

    “Say nice things about me,” he’d joke. That was the easiest part – if you met him you'd forget his size because his huge heart made knowing him a pleasure.

     Happy Thanksgiving to all.