My Journey to Become a Soft-Hearted Caregiver - Essay Sample

Introduction

People often tend to refer to me as a soft-hearted person, something that has gradually cemented. About three years ago, I had visited a friend in the hospital, and the conditions I saw the patients in, more so in the children's wards made me feel like there was so much I could do to help the experience less exonerating. Therefore, a year later, I volunteered as a part of a community medical team that was setting off to California to a public health promotion venture. I was extremely excited knowing that before that day ended, I would have saved a life; however, minute my contribution would have been. The team headed to a community healthcare center, and we were grouped into various groups each designated to a unit within the center. My group was assigned to a children's unit, and this, to me, was a dream come true. I finally had the chance to brighten the day of one beautiful and innocent girl and make her hopeful that she is going to be okay. I could not wait to set foot in that unit and look at the faces of these children, looking up for anyone willing to affirm to them that finally, it was going to be over.

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Once we were in the unit, a little girl covered in white sheets caught my attention. Her name was Tamika Kendal, a two-year-old African-American girl from San Francisco. All this information was well documented in the medical records that lied at the stand right next to her. She was too tiny that the sheets left only a small part of her body visible. I approached the caregiver who was seated right next to her and inquired of the reason Tamika was admitted at the hospital. With tears in her eyes, the middle-aged woman narrated of how her little angel got to where she was now. It was Saturday night, she recounted, and she was making dinner. The husband, an alcoholic and drug dealer, had not spent the night home and was, therefore, sleeping it off. Her daughter, too, was sleeping, and she had laid her down in her crib. She had never, for an instant, thought that she needed to be insecure with her husband sleeping next to her daughter. However, after a few hours, she heard the baby cry via the baby monitor but suddenly stopped crying. She left her meal to simmer thirty minutes later and headed to the bedroom to check on them. When she approached the baby's crib, she was not there, and she could neither see her in their marital bed. However, looking closer, she saw the legs of her baby beneath her heavily drunk and naked husband. She had raped her vigorously that she passed out.

Conclusion

The force and the brutal nature of the assault caused an anal fissure and the complete outburst (for the lack of a better) of the labia minora. Tamika was therefore operated and all her waste directed through her vaginal canal. A two year can barely speak, and all she probably did was groan in utter pain and pass out. The audacity of a father to lie on her two-year-old daughter, leaving such scars! I was done for the day. This was just too sad to endure. There is the proof. I am soft-hearted.