Being a C.N.A.
Every day you see the same
Patients needing love,care and someone to listen to them
Helping in every way possible you can
Makeing rounds and doing a lot of careing work
Being a C.N.A is a stressful job
You spend half your life with the patients and residents you care for
You watch them die
You watch them live
You watch them cry
You watch them laugh
You worry about them
They worry if you can help
You become apart of their lives
They become apart of yours
You learn to help them
You learn to love them
You learn to be hurt when their in a bad mood
But no matter what the situation is
Being a C.N.A is truely a wonderful thing
Because being a C.N.A gives you so many joys
Just knowing you made a persons life better before they got better and got to go
home
Or before they passed away
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