One day, when the winds of the ninth grade began to blow, my grandmother passed away. I could no longer talk to her. Just the day before, I had been helping her with meals and taking care of her waste. The news of my grandmother’s death hit me hard as a middle school student. I loved taking care of my grandmother, and her passing made me want to help elderly people who, like her, had lost their physical independence. I decided to become a care worker.
In society, some people say that caregiving is tough and dirty. However, in this super-aged society, someone has to do it. Everyone ages and will eventually need care. Considering this, can we really say it\u2019s just tough and dirty?
As a care worker, you must always smile at the elderly. The most important thing in caregiving is to provide a sense of security with a smile. Conversely, you can also receive energy from the elderly. The words \u201cthank you\u201d from an elderly person must be the happiest thing. If I can enter this field, I want to work hard to receive many thanks.
My goal is to become a care manager who can provide a sense of security not only to the users of the care facility but also to their families. For this, I am careful in my daily interpersonal relationships. I try to think carefully about how to interact with those close to me, like teachers and friends, so I can get along well with many users and their families.
The path to my dream is not easy. There are many things I still need to learn, like empathy, patience, and physical strength. However, for my late grandmother and for myself, I am determined to fulfill my dream of becoming a care worker. I want to be trusted by everyone, to be someone about whom they say, \u201cI\u2019m glad this person is in charge.\u201d I want to work hard to deliver energy and thoughtful care to the elderly.
By facing the elderly squarely and living with them, I want to grow as a person.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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