08/10/2026
What I do for a living means more to me than I could ever fully put into words.
I care for people in nursing homes and in their own homes. I care for someone’s mom, grandma, uncle, sister, or best friend. I care for people who once spent 35 years as nurses, doctors, psychologists, teachers, janitors, parents, and caregivers themselves. Every person I care for has lived an entire life, loved people, worked hard, and meant something deeply to someone.
This work changes the way I look at my own life. When I go home and feel overwhelmed by the laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning, or everything else I have to do, I’m reminded that many of the people I care for would consider those things luxuries. They may no longer be able to drive to the store, make a grocery list, clean their bathroom, organize their belongings, or safely take a shower on their own.
That is why I try to do every task with genuine care. Whether I’m helping someone shower, shopping for their groceries, cleaning their bathroom, or organizing their home, I want them to feel respected and cared for—not like they are a burden. I want to give them comfort, peace of mind, and the kind of love that helps them feel whole again.
Maybe their husband just passed away. Maybe they recently lost their wife. Maybe their body is tired, their heart is broken, or they feel like giving up—but they are still here, and they are still pushing forward.
The truth is, they probably help me more than they will ever understand. Caring for them gives my life purpose. It reminds me to be grateful, to slow down, and to recognize what truly matters.
I started doing this when I was just 12 years old, and I feel incredibly lucky to have discovered my passion at such a young age. This is so much more than what I do for a living. It is part of who I am, and I will never stop being grateful for the people who trust me to care for them. ❤️