Escanaba Sr/Jr High School Student Wellness

 

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  The Cab Ride I arrived at the address that had telephoned for a cab and honked the horn.   After waiting a few minutes I honked again.   Since this was going to be the last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.      'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.   After a long pause, the door opened.      A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, she looked like somebody out of a 1940's movie.       By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.      There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters.  In the corner was a cardboa...

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  “I still matter.”   Have you ever been walking and encountered folks who are homeless? Have you ever crossed to the other side of the street, or redirected your gaze to avoid eye contact, and pretended they were not really there?   Come on now, be honest. I have, and I was not proud of myself when I did. Another time, I was in downtown Indianapolis for my job and I was walking out of a restaurant after a meal. I noticed a couple quietly sitting on the sidewalk, with a sign that said, “Homeless vet. No job. No food.”   So this time I decided to engage, not avoid. I asked if I could sit down and talk to them for a while. I also had a bag of leftovers and asked if they minded if I left the food. The man immediately gave the leftovers to his wife.   As he began to talk, I just listened. He thanked me for the food and just for stopping. He went on to tell me how he had served in Iraq, came home, and worked construction. As the economy tightened, both he and his wif...

   “I’m still in here.”   A caregiver in a recent training of mine told the following story.   She worked in a setting that cares for persons with dementia. She shared that a lady she supports with dementia was at a medical appointment. The lady’s daughter was with her at the appointment. The doctor carried on for quite some time and dispensed an inordinate amount of diagnostic observations, medical terminology, and advice to the daughter. The mother waited patiently for this very learned physician to finish. He then asked the daughter if she had any questions about her mother’s situation.   The mother with dementia said, “I’m still in here. So now that you told my daughter all that stuff, can you please tell me?”