When I was a student in Nursing School, there was a homeless man who was coming down from his high and very agitated. Our instructor asked me to give him a bath. He was disgustingly dirty, mean, and I did not want to do this. I ended up cleaning him with a a bed bath. It took me almost three hours, all the while he cursed at me, screamed I was hurting him and called me names. When I got to his upper thigh, I saw a tattoo of a swastika the size of his leg. I was frozen. I closed my eyes for a second to regroup.
This man was homeless, a drug addict, ignorant, and had nothing in this world. He needed ME to care for him. It was a profound learning experience for me. I knew he needed to be cared for and I was the one to do it. Less