My grandmother taught me everything i know, how to cook, clean, sew and be a respectful human being, but when the time came when she couldn't do for herself, due to health issues, i felt lost and confused. She was admitted to the hospital, then a rehab facility. Her caregivers and nurse didn't care how degraded she felt not being able to do things herself, there was no compassion, no empathy for her. So we took her home and cared for her ourselves. When she passed, i promised that i would extend that compassion to others. I became a Medical Assistant, started working for a prominent doctor, but it was fulfilling enough. Then i started to work for a mental crisis and drug rehabilitation center, i started to see thy at i was better at caring for those who could no longer do for themselves. A friend called, stating she had to leave her home health patient, would i be interested in switching fields. The day i started with that patient changed me, it became a passion. I pride myself on who i take care of my patients, watching them blossom into their old selves, from their experiences they share with me. I think I am a great caregiver, because i treat them how we all want to be treated, as a person and not just a paycheck.