Not What I Thought

I posted earlier about my community clinical, Hagar's House.

Hagar's House is a 30 day emergency shelter for single moms and their children. I have so enjoyed my time there. It has just been so humbling. The moms are so strong. I look at them and see the strength of my great-grandmother. Many of these women, like her, are widows, left to raise a family on their own. Unforeseen circumstances have left them homeless. Things that could easily happen to any of us. This experience has redefined my idea of homelessness. We tend to stereotype the homeless as lazy, unproductive citizens. These women are not lazy. One mom, has seven children. Just like my Ma. Seven lively, healthy, robust children. Children that need food, clothes, and a place to call home. My Ma easily could have become homeless when her husband was killed. She was 35, had never worked, and had seven children. With the help of family and neighbors, she got by. Barely, but she did. These women haven't been so lucky. They have no families.

For five weeks, I have spent time with their children. Amazing, resilient kids. These moms are not lazy, unproductive citizens. They are doing something so incredibly right. They are raising families and teaching them the importance of taking care of one another.


Playing with Nataria.


Destiny's artwork.

Pray with me that these moms find jobs and secure housing for their precious, precious families.

~BKL

Salt, Sand, and Ocean

Two more weeks of classes and one week of finals between me and the ocean.

That sounds so heavenly; however, thats: four hospital clinicals, two community clinicals, twelve classes, three care worksheets, two regular exams, two final exams, a nine page paper, two group presentations, a case study, and four care plans.

Salt, sand, and ocean, please get here soon before I go insane.

~BKL

Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!!

I've been doing a home based clinical at a place called Branan Towers. It's a high rise independent living tower for 62 and olders. Most people who live there are lower income. (Rent is 30% of their income). Anyway, we've been practicing our health history taking and each were assigned two residents.

My first was a sweet sweet lady. She reminded me so much of my Ma. She only made it to the third grade and worked as a farm hand. She had TWELVE kids. Um?!? Ouch. Anyway, her interesting story was that when she was 8, she was thrown off of a mule, and hurt a rib. She said they were too poor to do anything so her mom put a homemade remedy on it and she had to suck it up and go on. When she was having one of those twelve kids her rib moved and punctured her THIRD kidney that she just happened to be born with and she had to have emergency surgery.

The man I was assigned to is hilarious. He loves to read palms so we started off our first meeting with a palm reading. I am going to have two kids, I'm good with money, I have a guardian watching over me, and I have strong ideals, LOL! Any way as we were talking, I noticed a slam toy (those things kids slam that talk) in the shape of a Jerry Springer head. I said "Did you go to the Jerry Springer show?" And he said "Oh yeah, I was on TV!" I said "Oh, cool, you were in the audience and made it on the show?" Oh no. He was a contestant. And you don't even want to know the episode
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Senior Citizens Still Getting Busy.

Yes, indeed. What do you say to that one? Thank goodness we never made it to the sexual history portion of the form...

~BKL