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- (Haley C., Azria Health Olathe’s Activity Director with her father Gary Nelson, Azria Health Olathe’s Maintenance Director)
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- (Haley C., Azria Health Olathe’s Activity Director with her father Gary Nelson, Azria Health Olathe’s Maintenance Director)
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Congratulations to Haley C., 1st Place Winner in our 18 and Up category of our Letter To A Hero Contest! We hope you enjoy your $150 Gift Card!
Haley (who is also our Activity Director here at Azria Health Olathe) nominated Gary Nelson, our Maintenance Director.
She chose to write a short essay.
Short Essay Title:
“My Dad: Hero to Me, Hero to All”
Short Essay:
“The person who I think of when I hear the phrase, “Healthcare Hero” is my dad: Gary Nelson. There are so many wonderful people that work in healthcare from nurses, to housekeeping, dietary to administration. It takes a myriad of people from all departments to come together to run a nursing home as wonderful as Azria Health of Olathe. My dad, Gary, is new at Azria, so it is likely that you haven’t heard his story. Once you hear how my dad got into healthcare you will understand why he is the first person I think of when I hear the word “Hero”.
From the time I was born, all through my childhood I remember my dad working blue collar jobs. He worked as a roofer, Chimney installation, painting, siding and all types of construction when I was little. My dad started working for R&B Manufacturing Company when I was in elementary school. There he welded metal lumber beds. He was a skilled welder. I remember “Bring your Daughter to Work Day”, I would accompany him to the jobsite where he would put special protective gear on me like leather gloves, face shield, and coat. He would teach me to tack weld. I felt so special and important alongside my dad. My dad didn’t finish school though he did receive an honorable discharge from the United States Marine Corps. He chose this job, because it allowed him the flexibility needed to be able to miss work in the summer when we were out of school, or to take time off when one of us kids were home sick from school. He always put us first.
In 2008, during the recession, my dad was laid off from R&B Manufacturing Co. Though he was an employee there for over 10 years. When he lost his job, he felt a little helpless and unsure of what to do next. It was then, that my Maternal Grandmother, Barbara was diagnosed with Colon Cancer. She lived in Huntington Beach, California. She was still working full time at Disneyland when she received her diagnosis. She quit her job and began treatments for her cancer. She quickly found that her disease process was aggressive, and she became weaker each month that passed by. She was unmarried and though she had 12 children, none of them lived nearby to be able to check in on her or take care of her.
My mother worked full time at a corporation that did not allow her much time to be out of the state. My dad felt that because he lost his job, God was telling him to move to California to take care of his mother-in-law. I was a freshman in college, studying at Dallas Baptist University when I heard my dad would be setting out for the west coast. My dad moved in with my grandma into her home and drove her to and from appointments, helped her with her medications, and kept her from falling.
After my grandmother had parts of her colon resected, my father changed her surgical wounds and bandaged her. He bathed her and dressed her. As her cancer worsened, he fed her and played her favorite music and read her the Bible verses that brought her the most comfort. My grandmother became so ill in her home, that she was vomiting in her bed almost every night. It was then that my father decided she needed to go to the hospital. Her treatments were not working, and her children determined it was time to sell her home and car and all of her possessions and move her in a long-term care facility in Anaheim. My aunt and uncles told my mom, “Ok, she’s in a nursing home now, Gary can go home back to Kansas now. By this time, he has been gone over a year.” My dad refused to return home. The journey for him wasn’t over until my Grandma Barbara was at peace. He took personal responsibility for her. He felt that moving her into a nursing home was him being a failure in some way.
He stayed by her bedside when she got into the nursing home, feeding her, watching her favorite game shows, rubbing lotion on her hands and feet every night. The staff at the nursing home in California would say, I hope that my son loves me that much someday. My dad would just smile, and my grandmother, would say, “NO, SON-IN-LAW”.
My grandmother passed away within 30 days of moving into the nursing home. She went to be with the LORD and we all cried. After her funeral when it was time to pack our things and return to Kansas. My dad felt a sadness the rest of us didn’t share. He not only missed her, he missed the sense of purpose that he had over the last thirteen months taking care of her. What was he going to focus on now? What direction did God want him taking? He prayed about this decision, and it came to him one evening. He had no medical training or experience. He had no formal education and knew nothing about college. Despite all of this, he decided that he would become a Certified Nurses Assistant. He took the class and aced the test and began working in a nursing home immediately.
By this time the recession was over, he could have easily gone back to welding making $30.00/hour. Instead, he chose a career that allowed him to work with seniors in the last chapter of their lives. He forged a bond as a caregiver with every single person he interacted with. My dad treated each and every elder as if it was his mother in law he was caring for.
He used to share stories with me about residents he had that did not have family. He became their family. He would hold their hands and tell them that everything would be ok. He created a horseshoe game for a gentlemen that was feeling depressed because he lost his wife a few months earlier. They used to play it together in the courtyard. He softened a tough older gentleman who refused to wear incontinent products by telling a little white-lie that he used them too, to help him not feel undignified or embarrassed. He helped make a handicapped accessible sewing table for a lady that loved to quilt. He held a parade for a resident who was a former Marine in the halls of the home because he wanted to honor his brother in arms.
Time and time again, my dad amazes me at his capacity for love. Every time he pulls over to help change a tire for stranger, or give his last $5 to the waitress, or share his story with an old friend that’s having a hard time, I am reminded why he is my hero.
My dad was given the opportunity to switch from CNA to maintenance technician 8 years ago. He accepted this opportunity because he felt it was an opportunity to combine the two things he loved most: taking care of elders and fixing things that are broken. The fact that he has his CNA only ever elevates him in his career. When he passes by a call light he always stops in to see what the residents needs and never responds, oh you’re aid will be coming. He just rolls up his sleeve and provides the care necessary to that person. When the building works short, he stays for breakfast and lunch to help serve plates and assist residents with eating.
There isn’t anything that he wouldn’t do for someone. He is my hero. And I hope now after hearing his story, you’ll agree that he truly is one of a kind. The example he set for me has forever changed my life. It is what has brought me into healthcare as a social worker. I try to make a difference every day in the lives of my residents. Just like he did with my grandmother and every other elder he serves.”
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- (Heather S. with her $100 Gift Card)
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- (Heather S. with her mother Kathy Klingsporn, Azria Health Central City’s Administrator and her son Shia S.)
About:
Congratulations to Heather S., 2nd Place Winner in our 18 and Up category of our Letter To A Hero Contest! We hope you enjoy your $100 Gift Card!
Heather Stevens nominated her mother, Kathy Klingsporn, who is our Administrator at Azria Health Central City.
She chose to write a short essay.
Short Essay Title:
“Inspired”
Short Essay:
“I am inspired by my mother who has served the elderly at the same home since I can remember starting as a cook in the kitchen to working in the business office and now the administrator. She has always inspired me to care for others above and beyond the calls of duty. She is always there when her family at work and/or her family at home needs her. She pushes others to do their best, leads by example and is constantly thinking outside the box when it comes to keeping smiles and laughter flowing throughout her building and home! She puts endless hours and pours her heart into her work all because she loves what she does and has so much passion for caring for others. She is humble and never asked or expects anything in return. I nominate her because she has not only been a hero for all the wonderful people, she has cared for, but she has also inspired others around her to give the very best in all that they do.”
(Kendra K. with her father, Randy Bander, who is a farmer)About:
Congratulations to Kendra K., 3rd Place Winner in our 18 and Up category of our Letter To A Hero Contest! We hope you enjoy your $50 Gift Card!
Kendra nominated her father, Randy Bender, who is a farmer.
She chose to write a short essay.
Short Essay Title:
“The Forgotten Farmer”
Short Essay:
“My dad is a farmer. He works hard absolutely every day of his life. He gets up at the wee hours of the morning before the sun is even up and he stays up later before the sun is even set. He never knows if his field will be prosperous and every day is a gamble. Between weather and prices, one never knows if the crop that they raise will be worth anything. It takes a special person with special patience to sit and wait and irrigate in hopes that the wind, rain or tornado don’t take the crop they have invested hard work, time and money into. I believe that farmers are forgotten heroes or even the fact that people don’t even know where their food comes from. It is not the grocery store or the restaurant, but the farmers who pride for this nation. These men and women slave away each and every day to raise their crop and livestock so that the rest of the world can reap the benefits without little reward to the farmer.”