Sleeping Angel by Scott Manwaring

Published on 25 September 2003 in Love (Please wait)

My wife is the hardest working person I know. She’s a CNA trying to get herself to and through nursing school. She cares so much for people, that’s why she does such a good job at work. She takes care of the elderly, and she would do anything for these people, the love is unconditional. She helps them to feel comfort in this uncomfortable and sometimes scary phase of their life. For some of the patients, she and her co-workers are all that they have. Many family members check them in so that they don’t have to deal with it anymore.

She is very considerate. She covers shifts for her co-workers when they are too sick to continue. A perfect example was early this morning; the phone rang at 1:30am asking her if she could cover from 2am-6am. Without hesitation, Jenni answered yes and quickly got dressed, kissed me goodbye and headed off to work.

She’s now asleep in bed, getting some rest before she heads back to work at 6pm tonight. I don’t think I could handle her job. I love people, but I think it takes a special kind of person to take care of someone, in every aspect, even at unpleasant times and with unpleasant tasks. These people can’t do it themselves and they need someone as caring as my wife to help them through it without making them feel less important. It’s embarrassing for many of them to not be self-sufficient. They took care of themselves for most of their lives and now they can’t. That has to be tough.

Jenni is an incredible woman, and these people are lucky to have her there to help. She is my angel, the light of my life, and my best friend. I love her with all my heart And appreciate how much she cares for others and me. I want to thank you Jenni for being my wife.

Scott Manwaring (St. George, Utah, USA)

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