From certified nursing assistant (CNA) training to master’s degree funding, Presbyterian Senior Living strives to support nurses as they grow with the organization. Behind every exceptional nurse stands a commitment to continuous learning. The educational journey of a nurse extends far beyond the classroom, requiring a career-long dedication to acquiring knowledge. At Presbyterian Senior Living, supporting nurses and empowering them to enhance their skills so they can provide the highest quality care to residents are top priorities.
This Reflection on Leadership is my final message as CEO of Presbyterian Senior Living. It has been a wonderful journey, filled with unexpected twists and turns. To say that the last 47 years has exceeded my expectations is an understatement of the highest order. At the top of the list of those who have contributed to this successful journey is my wife, Rhonda. Her commitment to PSL’s mission has been equal to mine, and the impact of her unqualified support in our 48 year marriage cannot be measured. Because of her support, the next chapter of our life together is filled with great promise.
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As might be expected, I have been thinking a lot about the passage of time lately. The recollection of my 47 year career with Presbyterian Senior Living is rich with detail. When my memory fails me as I try to remember the name of someone I met last week, I can still recite the names and room numbers of the first residents of the nursing center that was my initial assignment as a nurse for Presbyterian Homes.
As a teenager I began working as an orderly on a medical surgical floor in a Sister’s of Mercy Hospital in Port Huron Michigan. At that time I knew nothing about the corporate structure of organizations and the difference between working in a for profit or not-for-profit environment.
In my youth it was not uncommon for me to do something a few blocks from my home (like riding my bicycle in traffic) only to discover that someone had called my mom to report my misbehavior in a matter of minutes.
As I write this Reflection it is 4 degrees outside my home in Central Pennsylvania. In this frigid environment my thoughts return to my childhood in Port Huron, Michigan where these temperatures were more common. It is still cold there, but not as cold as I remember it to be as a child.