A helping Hand
...lishing and adjusting myself to the new hospital rules and regulations. As a volunteer in the hospital, I pictured myself feeding patients or helping transport someone to another room. As I began, I began to realize to responsibilities and tasks of a real volunteer. As my first assignment, I was led to room 603 and introduced to Mr. Anthony M. Lay. He was an older man who was very sick and as told by my instructor, needed a mostly a person to talk to and share some time with. At first, I was confused when I was informed that my duty with this man was to simply be his friend. The first thing that came to my mind was “Am I not suppose to be learning about nursing?” Though hesitant, I obeyed and became very close to Mr. Lay. It became a regular to go and visit Mr. Lay and spend some time w...