Why I love my job by Sherry Lowell

The reasons I became an LNA/Caregiver, is because I felt the need to give back and felt there's a need for people that can no longer do for themselves; or family members are exhausted from the care they have given to a loved one. I feel with our veterans and the elderly, there is a need that I feel is tremendous and my chance to give back for the freedom they have given us.

I initially became a licensed nurse's assistant because of my daughter's passing. I wanted to show the compassionate side while grieving for my daughter. I now feel it's my pleasure and devote love for the work I do. Each person I care for or do something for is more my friends than clients.

I feel that since coming to TLC I have improved on many things. TLC is a compassionate company and shows us as LNA's or caregivers that we are appreciated and we then show our caring and love for the company.

While working for TLC it's easy to fulfill my calling. I've been doing this work for over 32 years and it's showed me that being kind and patient is so much better to be towards other than the latter. I am extremely proud to be on the team of TLC NURSING.

Thank you for this opportunity to tell you about why I love my job.

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