The timing of your Q AND my answer are PERFECT timing for this time of year! My short answer is: volunteer! The explanation follows.
One of the groups Mom belonged to did volunteer work to give folks a day-off on one of the major holidays, to give folks the opportunity to have a day to be with their families. Around Thanksgiving, 1979 or 1980, Mom asked me if I was doing anything on Christmas Day. I told her I didn't have any plans and I would be more than happy to help. I THOUGHT I would be able to do what I wanted to do after finishing that "volunteer work". On Christmas Day, I did "volunteer work" in a local hospital's kitchen. In a few minutes you'll understand why I enclosed "volunteer work" in quotes.
Just after breakfast, I went to the hospital. I figured I would be able to get everything done in 3 or 4 hours. (((I was DEFINITELY too optimistic.))). When I arrived I noticed there were quite a few folks in the kitchen already working. This was nothing unusual for me. I saw this all the time. I asked what had to be done. I was told to wash, wrap aluminum foil on and tray a box of potatoes. That took about 20 minutes.
Next task: "Put-up" [prep] the prime rib to be baked. MAYBE 10 minutes later that was finished. I did the same with a turkey, ham AND ducks. Each task was very easy to do.
I was handed some recipes for stuffing, fresh cranberry and orange relish, sweet potato pie, green beans casserole and a couple other side dishes. I did everything with efficiency and professionalism. I prepared, cooked and baked everything. Then I sliced and arranged everything on trays. I also garnished and decorated everything with fresh greens, fruits and veggies. It was labor-intensive, but it didn't bother me. I THOUGHT this was for the hospital staff.
From time-to-time someone would come over and mention what a good job I was doing. Of course I was enjoying the kudos and the accolades! Everything was finished about 3:30 or 4:00 PM. I went outside to smoke a cigarette with one of the folk who worked there. We chatted a bit about the hospital and the work the kitchen folks did. It was nothing out of the ordinary. Of course there were restricted diets, sp[ecial meals, etc.
We returned to the kitchen and a lady said she was ready. The next thing I knew, I see a van being backed-up to the kitchen door. EVERYTHING I worked so hard to prepare and get ready to feed what I thought was the staff was being put in that van.
I asked the man I had the cigarette with, " Jesse [not his real name], where is that food going?"
He said, "Oh, that's for Miss _________."
I asked, "Who is that?"
What I heard next was enough to REALLY make my blood BOIL!
"She's the dietician. That's her family's Christmas dinner."
I half-said and half-shouted, "WhhhhAAAAtttt?!?!?!?!?!?"
In a very matter-of-fact-way he said, "Oh, Ron. You didn't know that?!?!?!?!? Yep, she does that just about every holiday. And she really appreciated ALL the work you did and the way you did it." Then he extended his hand, said it was nice meeting me and working with me, shook my hand, turned and walked away. He was leaving to be with his family.
I went over to Mom and told her what happened. I said it loud enough for a few others to hear, "If I knew I was coming here to prepare a meal for a private party, I would have had a bill for the hospital!" Mom asked me to take it easy and keep my temper. I did BUT I left.
As soon as I got into the car, I lit a cigarette, started the car, put it in gear, "laid a small patch of rubber" and made a very loud promise to myself: "I SWEAR I WILL NEVER, EVER do any volunteer work again for the rest of my life!!" AND I didn't - for more than 22 years. I never lifted a finger to help another charity or cause.
Fast-forward to June, 2001: As a result of diabetes I lost my right foot and 2/3 of my calf. I'm an amputee. The wonderful ladies and gentlemen at the hospitals where I had my surgery AND at the rehabilitation hospital where I did my rehabilitation, taught me how to live again! It seemed as though they couldn't do enough TO me AND WITH me to show me how great life is and would be!
During my time in the hospital I was visited by one of my fantastic aunts - my Aunt Goldie. She came to the side of the bed leaned over and in a very soft voice, asked, "So tell me, are they taking good care of you here?"
Emphatically I sat-up, shook my head and said, "Yep! They are wonderful!"
Without missing a beat, she stuck her first finger about 1 inch from my nose and eyes. Shaking it, she said, "You've got to give back! You've got to give back!" I promised her I would.
As soon as I was able to get somewhat of a clear head, I started writing-down the name of each person who came in contact with me. It didn't make any difference if that person was the doctor, one of the visiting doctors, a nurse, aide, porter, a person who took me back and forth to do my rehab, folks in the dining facility, an elevator operator, etc., I wrote down that person's name and title. When I was transferred to Magee Rehabilitation Hospital, I did the exact same thing.
I was fortunate enough to be in a room on the same floor as the hospital's resource center and library. Once I "got my bearings" and knew my schedule, using the library's computer, I typed "Thank You" notes to each and every person who helped me. In the letters to my nurse, Donna (as far as I'm concerned, THE BEST "Angel of Mercy" in the entire world!), the Chief Medical Officer, the head of the hospital's administration and the hospital's chief benefactor and fund raiser, Jerry Segal, I promised when I was up-and-about and able to drive, I would do volunteer work for the hospital.
Six months later, in the spring of 2002, I called the hospital where I had my surgery. No one ever returned my calls or responded to my letters. No letters were ever returned. Looking back, I believe it was because that hospital was under negotiations to be sold. Eventually it was sold and the building is being used for other purposes.
On the other hand, Magee Rehabilitation Hospital welcomed me "with open arms". Due to the fact I was able to drive, I could visit other amputees in other hospitals, rehab facilities and in their residences. I mentor those folks and show them there IS A WONDERFUL LIFE AFTER amputation! I continued doing that for 5 years.
In September, 2007 I was fortunate enough to volunteer at Magee Rehabilitation Hospital's Jerry and Carolyn Segal Resource Center and Library. The same work I did on the road - AND A WHOLE LOT MORE - I'm dong at Magee! I LOVE IT!
I had quite a few invitations to visit different members of my wonderful family as well as my terrific friends' homes.
I decided to do something productive and beneficial for others: I'm doing volunteer work at Magee Rehabilitation Hospital, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
I'm working in the hospital's Resource Center from open to close on these days: Thursday, November 27 through Sunday, November 30.
I'm doing the following:
Books as well as movies are being checked in and out.
Making individually brewed cups of coffee, tea and hot chocolate.
Monitoring the time folks are on the computers.
Speaking with patients and their families.
I'll be there to make the Resource Center's assets and facilities available to a combination of patients, family and staff totaling about 1500. I don't have any idea how many will actually take advantage of the facilities. BUT even if one person comes to use the facilities, I know it will be time well-invested.
I KNOW EXACTLY what its like to be in the hospital over a holiday weekend:
Many of the patients won't haven any visitors or very few visitors.
Other than eating, going to therapy, looking at TV and sleeping, they will have little else to do.
As far as I'm concerned that kind of "schedule" is totally unacceptable. I went through it. I'm doing my best to make sure others won't go through it.
I'll probably do my best to do the same from Christmas Eve through January 2, 2009.
Thanks for asking your Q! I enjoyed answering it!
VTY,
Ron Berue
Yes, that is my real last name!
Sources: My wonderful family and friends!
Some observations and personal opinions.
Graduate of the Culinary Institute of America, New Haven, CT campus.
Was in the Food and Beverage business over 26 years.
On a regular, dependable basis, I volunteer at
Magee Rehabilitation Hospital
1513 Race Street
Philadelphia, PA.
"THE University of Hard Knocks"
Also known as ("a/k/a") "life's valuable lessons".
Comments
bah... they're designed to be single-serve containers...
by Jeffers on September 7th, 2007