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Name: Antonio
Gender: Male
Ethnicity: Hispanic
Religion: Spiritual
Location:
MIAMI, Florida
United States
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Consult not your fears, but your hopes and dreams. Think not about your frustrations, but about you unfulfilled potential. Concern yourself not with what you have tried and failed but what it is still possible for you to do. Pope John XXIII

My Journals (6)

 

My father has Parkinson’s Disease, and has also developed Senile Dementia. I dress him every morning, shave him whenever he needs it, take him to all his medical appointments, and provide him with all the things that he might need.
He has these pair of deep blue/green eyes which probably made my mother fall in love with him. Last week I was picking him up from the adult day care center, and I stared into his eyes, looking for a sign of love, and I couldn’t find one.
I have been taking care of him for over 20 years, and curiously enough, I had never heard from him the words "I love you" or "I am proud of you." Day after day we continue our routine but the bond that I believe should be there is non-existent. I just love him because he is my dad but I do not know much about his past, his history and he doesn’t know much about me.
I comb his hair, and just last week I had to buy him a new set of teeth because apparently he lost his dentures, and he can’t remember where. My father always made sure that he was dressed with very nice and expensive clothes but he never asked me how I was doing in school.
Please do not take me wrong, he provide for me everything that I needed from the material world. I got a motorcycle, and when I went to college he bought me a car. WE moved so many times from city to city, country to country, that I have lost count.
I look into his eyes and I feel sorry for him, for me. I am thirsty for those words of affection, for a hug. Sometimes, when I shave him, I outline his wrinkles, and wonder, where he has been all my life? Why is so hard for people to communicate love?
One day he will be gone, I won’t shave him anymore, I won’t kiss him like I do everyday when I drop him at the day care center.....and I will sit on his house wondering...my father who was he?
 

My father on the last Christmas we spent together in 2006.


P.S. I wrote this in January 16, 2007, on February 23, my father died of a massive heart attack. I gave him CPR but he was long gone. Images still haunt me of giving him mouth to mouth, and compressions to his chest. I miss him!
 
 
 
Added: August 13, 2008
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...take your time...look behind the color, pass the cornea, travel through the retina...use the optic nerve as a pathway to my brain...What do you see? I might get many answers, many questions, who cares? What is important is what I see when I look at my eyes, at my own soul, my own spirit.
 
There is a tendency to classify everything and anything, people scramble through pieces of their lives to see if they have achieved success in their life time. I had this conversation with many, and for some reason everyone (I shouldn't say everyone), let's say most, measure their success by their physical possessions. I have to disagree in that! Because we could own a palace, and drive a Porsche...but if we are not happy with ourselves, with our relationships, I do not believe we have obtained success. I will feel totally successful when I can say that I am leaving a legacy behind me for the improvement of the lives of those around me. I might not live in Coral Gables (a rich neighborhood, here in Miami), but when I look into my soul the reflection that I get is of man who is honest, available to family and friends, a man that continues to increase his knowledge on the human spirit, and one that always taps into that universal energy that some call God.
 
So when you look into your eyes, what do you see?
Added: August 12, 2008
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....I AM TIRED...EXHAUSTED...BURNED OUT...! I want to know, please someone out there explain to me why is that people continuously try to put you down with the expression "You did not live to my expectations". Who gave the right to you or anyone to create expectations for someone else? The only expectations I have to meet are my own, and those are continuously changing as the days pass..as life unravels itself.

People are so ready to tell you...you are fat, your hair is long, you should study to become a doctor, you shouldn’t cry....what about me? What if I love to eat and feel happy fat, what if I want to become the next Rapumzel and let my hair grow till the end of times; what if I am happy just as a nurse or simply doing nothing at all; what if I just feel sad for the way I see the world destruction on the hands of mankind! Just let me be!

Let me create my own dreams, my own future...my own complex life! My life is my very precious God’s gift!  At the end of my time in this physical world, I only have to respond to myself..so please do not expect..support me, give me love..don’t judge...I am my only judge in the eyes of the Universal Force that some of us call GOD!

Added: July 14, 2008
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We all have our own little tragedy going on, we have our own created reality. The reality that slaps us every day, the one that doesn’t allow us to drink that first cup of coffee. But for some that is not enough, they have to sit in front of their television set and watch with pleasure how others are humiliated, or praised on one of the many "reality" shows that overcrowded the television universe.

My reality can be painful at times, but is mine! I have the power of changing it but I guess I have decided not to...maybe is easier just to feel sorry about myself and play with the cards that life dealt to me. Changing takes effort, and I feel tired. I wake up sometimes full of energy others with the desire to spend the whole day in the comfort of my bed, my spouse, my dogs, watching television...reading; maybe but is more challenging. My little chatter box that have taken residence in my brain talks about all the great things I am supposed to do, to help out, to create a better world. Let's feed the hungry, built houses for the homeless....but I will have to get out of bed! Oh, my God! and I will miss America's Top Model!

Reality is there...now! We have our own suffering, why is that there is so much enjoyment in watching the suffering of others? Maybe it make us feel that we are just a bunch of pitiful bastards that don't know any better!...well that's it! I have to leave you now...I can’t wait to tune in on American Idol....Simon ridicule that young hopeful some more; please I want to be slapped with your reality!

Added: July 9, 2008
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What’s going on in the world? There is a general apathy for the pain and suffering of others. Humans have become so egocentric, and life is spent in such a rush from one task to another without really taking the time to reach out. Working as a nurse brings a mix of feelings that are hard to shed or at least comprehend. Hospitals are giving more and more patients to a nurse to take care. The nurse to patient ratio has become unsafe to handle leave alone trying to provide good quality care. Nurses are getting burned out and are running out of the hospitals like rats on a sinking ship. The nurses are required to spend more time filling out forms than actually taking care of the patients because a bunch of people who spend their time on little committees think that if they come out with a new form to fill out, then we are going to have a safer delivery of care to the patient. Nurses who have switched to administrative positions have forgotten what is like to take care of 8 patients and having 3 of those in restraints. In the meanwhile medical errors are still on the rise because doctors and nurses are handling more patients that they can in a safe manner.
Then I have to jump to another subject like salaries. We have nurses that are taking care of the lives of 8 patients in a regular floor, 4 in a step-down unit and 2 in critical care; those patients depend on their nurses to hopefully recuperate and go back to their most productive state of health. Nurses are getting paid from 18 to 25 dollars and hour, these nurses have gone to college, they have to take a board examination, they are required to keep continuing education credits, they are expected to come running in the event of a natural disaster (and  leave their family behind), and all that is done for the love of the profession. On the other hand we have rappers, sport players, singers, and even the UPS guys make more money than nurses. Is there a balance? I  DO NOT THINK SO!
Nurses are responsible for the lives of their patients! It is time that nurses receive the proper treatment and remuneration for their services otherwise the nursing shortage will continue. Even nursing schools are not able to find educators to teach the future nurses of America, and this is happening mostly because what colleges pay for a Nursing Professor is a lot less than what a nurse can get by working on the private sector. It is time to re-evaluate, nurses must get together and reach out and speak out to the government, to their institutions and make them understand that in order to stop this nursing shortage, nurses need to receive proper treatment, good salary, and benefits! Nurses need to be recognized as a fundamental stone on the steps of the health care environment.
Added: May 5, 2008
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I woke up today with the noise of the streets, my dog Samson looking up at me, and the alarm clock buzzing with this irrational song that my godchild picked up for me. I took a deep breath and as I planted my feet on the floor a rush of gratitude feelings came to my mind, to every cell of my body. I was so grateful to have two feet, so grateful to have at least one working eye (I don't see from my left one!), I felt so grateful to have a roof over my head and a house to call my own.
I turned on the television and so many bad news came through that signal that I decided to turn it off. I made my coffee, Ahhhh is so good to smell that fresh brewed coffee...it awakens your senses (Thank you Maxwell!). I opened the door to my back yard and to my amazement there was a blue robin playing around, and the smell of sweet flowers filled the air. ( No, I am not Snow White!); and then all of the sudden it hit me how much like an onion I am. Yes! AN ONION, the same one that you find in the produce section of your local supermarket. Come on follow my lead, take an onion in your hand and look at it, cut it in half and you will see that it has many layers. There is that first tough one, the one that is the outside, and to me that layer represents the constant need for approval from others that I have kept attached to my being for so many years. I was always searching for that "Job well done!", or "you look great"; when I should have known all along that the only approval that I need is from me. I have to like myself in order to be liked and loved by others.
But let's not stop there, lets remove another layer...oh yes! That one! The layer of shame and guilt. I carried so much guilt and felt so ashamed for things that I did or didn't do! Felt guilty for things that were beyond my control but decided to carry the heavy burden anyway. Guilty for that happiness of others when all along I am only responsible for my own happiness. I can not make another person happy, I can facilitate some aspects in their lives but I can not control how happy or how much happiness they are going to feel. I felt guilty for actions that were considered mistakes but without them I wouldn't be that person that sits in from of this computer right now, the caring person that I have become...so let me drop that layer too!
...and as we continue dropping layers we get to the center of that onion, the one that contains that sweet wonderful flavor, the essence of the existence, the one that we hide from everyone including ourselves. There I am untouched by hurt, criticism or false expectations. I am in tune with the creation, with all the energy that vibrates across the universe. There is where my happiness lays, right there within myself...I was so wrong all these years looking for happiness outside myself, always hoping for the okay from the world...when I just needed to say to myself..."Antonio you are more than okay, you are a work of art in progress just like the caterpillar awaiting its transformation into a butterfly"....keep growing, keep learning, keep loving yourself, and keep believing in the good of others!
 
Added: May 5, 2008
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