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The Glory of the Aged I remember being a little girl with mixed feeling about my grandparents and older people. There would be times I wanted to go see my grandparents and other times I wouldn’t. Every once in a while I felt like they were just "there" and the other times I wanted what they could offer me. Now that I think about it, that was very selfish of me. When I was seventeen, I started working at a nursing home part-time. My mother’s friend was the supervisor and she knew my mother wanted me to work. I ended up taking the job regardless of how I felt about the elders. The first day I was afraid to touch them because they either smelled or looked fragile. I think some of the patients felt my lack of concern and decided to make my days there as bad as possible. They immediately begin calling me names and that made me like them even less. As time went on while working in the nursing home my grandmother lost her vision. Since I was working in a nursing home, my mother felt like I would be the best caregiver for her. Let the record show, that I thought my grandmother was the meanest lady in the whole world. I only went around her (with a smile) when she was passing out money. Meanwhi