Personal Narrative: My Nursing Home
“Siobhan, we’re late!”
When my mother called me, I was already running across the road to the reddish, brick-walled building that jutted out from the street corner.
At the beginning of December, my mother had wanted me to volunteer at a nursing home. Instead of relaxing on the couch, I’ll be spending most of my winter break entertaining and keeping the elderly occupied. However, today I wanted to play the piano, instead of my usual BINGO game with the Smith’s.
The Rosemary Heights Senior Village is not really a great place to volunteer, for the view inside is overwhelming compared to the outside. A couple of steps in and I could already see the blue dressed nurses performing their daily afternoon duties and the brown dressed nurses serving …show more content…
It was one of those impossible phenomenon’s: it always is. While I lost myself in the music, I gradually began to feel the presence of a spiritual being as if it was directly behind me.
I froze instantly, and tried to locate the ghost. The crowd gave me no clues; the continuous chatter showed no indication that anything was out of the ordinary. Still, I had long ago learned to trust my instincts.
It took me several tries before any feeling returned in my fingers and I hesitantly continued on with my piece. A wonderful sound of icicles and sleigh bells flooded the room. But slowly, and surely, I felt the presence again.
In that heart-freezing, gut-wrenching moment, all eyes were on me. I whirled madly in my seat, scanning the entire audience. The bright room silhouetted the soft but unmistakable shadow of a woman. But there was no one there, of course. There couldn’t have been – yet I definitely did not feel alone.
Even now, I do not like to remember those next few minutes, as fear clouded my mind, destroying all logic and reason. I knew then what it must have been like to work in a nursing home, having to see patients experience sheer panic while no one could understand …show more content…
“Someone please help me and–”
I never finished my sentence; they said I was unconscious. I must have fallen backwards and smashed into the floor because when the nurses came, I could not move my legs. But who on earth wouldn’t have blacked out when a brown-haired woman was smiling beside
When my mother called me, I was already running across the road to the reddish, brick-walled building that jutted out from the street corner.
At the beginning of December, my mother had wanted me to volunteer at a nursing home. Instead of relaxing on the couch, I’ll be spending most of my winter break entertaining and keeping the elderly occupied. However, today I wanted to play the piano, instead of my usual BINGO game with the Smith’s.
The Rosemary Heights Senior Village is not really a great place to volunteer, for the view inside is overwhelming compared to the outside. A couple of steps in and I could already see the blue dressed nurses performing their daily afternoon duties and the brown dressed nurses serving …show more content…
It was one of those impossible phenomenon’s: it always is. While I lost myself in the music, I gradually began to feel the presence of a spiritual being as if it was directly behind me.
I froze instantly, and tried to locate the ghost. The crowd gave me no clues; the continuous chatter showed no indication that anything was out of the ordinary. Still, I had long ago learned to trust my instincts.
It took me several tries before any feeling returned in my fingers and I hesitantly continued on with my piece. A wonderful sound of icicles and sleigh bells flooded the room. But slowly, and surely, I felt the presence again.
In that heart-freezing, gut-wrenching moment, all eyes were on me. I whirled madly in my seat, scanning the entire audience. The bright room silhouetted the soft but unmistakable shadow of a woman. But there was no one there, of course. There couldn’t have been – yet I definitely did not feel alone.
Even now, I do not like to remember those next few minutes, as fear clouded my mind, destroying all logic and reason. I knew then what it must have been like to work in a nursing home, having to see patients experience sheer panic while no one could understand …show more content…
“Someone please help me and–”
I never finished my sentence; they said I was unconscious. I must have fallen backwards and smashed into the floor because when the nurses came, I could not move my legs. But who on earth wouldn’t have blacked out when a brown-haired woman was smiling beside