写一篇去敬老院帮助老人的英语作文

A Visit to the Nursing Home

Last Saturday, my mom took me to the Sunnydale Nursing Home to volunteer for the day. I was really excited because I love spending time with older people and hearing their stories. My grandparents live far away, so I don't get to see them very often. The nursing home residents are kind of like bonus grandparents! When we arrived, a friendly lady named Mrs. Jenkins greeted us at the front desk. She gave me a visitor badge with my name on it which made me feel very grown up and official. Then she led us down a long hallway to the main activity room.

The room was huge with lots of cozy armchairs and sofas arranged in little seating areas. There were tables for doing crafts and puzzles, bookshelves filled with games and books, and even a small kitchen area. Best of all, the room had huge windows that let in plenty of warm sunshine. Lots of the residents were already there, sitting in their chairs or wheeling themselves around in wheelchairs.

\"Good morning, everyone!\" Mrs. Jenkins said in a loud, cheerful voice. \"We have some special visitors today. This is

Amanda and her mother Laura. They're going to be helping us out and keeping us company.\"

An old man with a Santa Claus beard and a twinkle in his eye waved at me. \"Well, hey there, little lady! Come on over and tell me a story.\"

I smiled shyly and went to sit on the footstool next to his recliner chair. \"My name is Amanda, sir. What would you like me to tell you about?\"

\"Eddy,\" he replied. \"My name is Eddy. And you can tell me anything you'd like! I'm just an old fella with not much else to do but listen to stories.\"

So I started telling Eddy all about my favorite Disney movies and the adventures of the different princesses. He listened intently, nodding and smiling as I recounted the tales. Every once in a while, he'd chuckle or say \"Is that so?\" I could tell he was really paying attention.

After a while, I ran out of movie plots to describe, so I asked Eddy to tell me about his life when he was young. His eyes lit up and he started spinning tales about growing up on a farm, helping his pa take care of the animals and bring in the crops. He knew all the best fishing spots and hiking trails around his

hometown. Eddy made his childhood sound like something out of a classic novel!

I spent the whole morning with Eddy, just talking and listening back and forth. Time seemed to fly by. Pretty soon, it was lunchtime and the staff started bringing around trays of sandwiches, soup, and lemonade for everyone.

My mom came over and tapped me on the shoulder. \"Are you ready for a break, sweetie? We can go eat our picnic lunch out in the courtyard if you'd like.\"

I looked at Eddy who winked at me. \"You go on and stretch your legs, darlin'. This old dog'll still be here when you get back.\" Mom and I took our bagged lunches and went out to eat in the nursing home's pretty little courtyard garden. There were flower beds, paved walking paths, and lots of shade trees. A few of the residents who could get around okay were also sitting outside on the benches, soaking up the nice spring day.

While we ate our sandwiches, I told Mom all about my new friend Eddy and the amazing stories he had shared with me. \"Wasn't that just the best way to spend the morning?\" I said between bites. \"I feel like I've known Eddy forever!\"

\"I'm so glad you had fun,\" Mom replied with a smile. \"And you know, spending time with the residents here is just as rewarding for them as it is for you. A lot of them don't have family who visit very often, so they cherish the chance to chat and share their life experiences.\"

After we finished our lunch, we headed back inside, dropping our trash in the bins by the door. Mrs. Jenkins was leading a sing-along in the activity room, accompanying the old folks on the beat-up upright piano in the corner. I grabbed a couple of tambourines off a shelf and handed one to Eddy. \"Shall we make a joyful noise?\" I asked with a grin. \"Why, I'd be delighted, little lady!\" Eddy shook his

tambourine enthusiastically as we all joined in singing \"You Are My Sunshine\" at the tops of our lungs.

The rest of the afternoon flew by in a whirl of singing, crafting greeting cards, and working on jigsaw puzzles together. I helped an older lady named Rose to glue cotton balls onto a paper plate to make a cute Santa decoration, despite it being nowhere near Christmas. Every time I looked up, I caught sight of Eddy beaming at me from his chair across the room.

Finally, it was getting close to dinnertime, and Mom

announced that we needed to get going. I gave Eddy one last big hug before we left.

\"You be sure to come back real soon now, you hear?\" he said gruffly, trying not to show how sad he was to see me go. \"I promise, Eddy!\" I reassured him. \"Maybe next time, you can tell me more stories about when you were my age.\"

In the car on the way home, I felt so happy inside, like liquid sunshine was filling me up. \"Mom?\" I said. \"Can we come back to the nursing home again soon? I want to see Eddy and Rose and Mrs. Jenkins and everyone else again.\"

Mom reached over and squeezed my hand. \"Of course we can, honey. In fact, why don't we make this a regular weekly thing?\"

\"Really?\" I exclaimed. \"That would be so awesome! I'm definitely going to keep my promise to Eddy about hearing more of his stories.\"

From that day on, Mom and I visited the Sunnydale Nursing Home faithfully every Saturday. No matter how busy or tired we were during the rest of the week, that little chunk of weekend time was sacred. I became everyone's favorite visitor, giving

warm hugs, playing games, singing loudly, and most importantly, listening intently to every tale and reminiscence.

Now that it's been a few years, some of those beloved residents aren't around anymore. But new friends have taken their place, and I have fresh stories to hear. As for Eddy, he's still there, his mind sharp as a tack at 95 years young. On my most recent visit, he shared with me all about his time serving in World War II as a radio operator in the Pacific.

\"You know, I give you a hard time, but you're just about the best thing that's ever happened to this old fellow,\" Eddy confided after I complimented his war stories. He reached for my hand and patted it gently. \"Comin' here to see y'all every week is what keeps me kickin'. Don't you stop visitin' now, you hear?\" I squeezed his weathered hand and looked him straight in the eye. \"I wouldn't dream of it, Eddy. You're stuck with me!\"