At Little Sisters of the Poor, one of the patients, Paul, smiled for the first time in who knows how long. I know this because right after I discussed him with a nurse, she couldn't believe her ears that it was Paul. She obviously has worked with him much longer than I have, and knowing that my actions could have possibly done a simple thing for him as smile, I'd say that I feel pretty accomplished. Something we take for granted everyday, such as smiling and laughter, may not come as easy to the elderly especially when they are not fully satisfied with their life. When I said goodbye, I handed him the card that I made and he took my hand, kissed me on the cheek and said "I will pray for you." At that moment it took so much in me not to start balling, but I knew I had to keep it together. Paul may not remember me in a couple of weeks or even days, but ill always remember him and the impact he made on my life.
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