About George

In 2018, my dad spent a week in the ICU and two weeks in the hospital because of a gallbladder surgery that became infected. The situation was very serious, and he almost died. When he finally came home, his wife clung to the “in sickness and in health” portion of their vows and started taking care of him. But for the next few years we watched as her memory became worse and, by 2021, her dementia brought her to the place where she could no longer take care of him. After a pouty, stomping argument, where “letting go” was difficult because she no longer felt needed, I put up an ad on care.com and a different caregiver responded. That hiring decision ended up being a five-week fiasco, where that caregiver was constantly fighting with my stepmother. Knowing the situation was bad, I kept the ad up and a few weeks later got a message from George. George and I met for an interview on a Monday, and I asked him to start the following Monday morning. Unfortunately, the other caregiver didn’t last through Thursday when things blew up in the house and I had to fire her. That left me to be the caregiver until George could start on Monday. Definitely an epic ending to a bad hiring choice. But all that turned around when George stepped through the door. I remember George’s first day in the house like it was yesterday; almost immediately, I realized I had hired the right person and everything was going to be okay. While George was making dinner that evening, Dad’s wife asked him if there was anything she could help with. I heard George say, “No, you can relax. Everything is under control.” George just has a way of speaking to the elderly that maintains their dignity yet establishes control. His easy, “island style” puts people at ease. While the previous caregiver had basically written Dad off and was providing “palliative care” out of fear of moving him, George had Dad up, out of bed and into the shower his first full day on the job. George navigated the craziness and politics of my family with ease, never complained about the utensils and appliances in their antiquated kitchen (although he did bring his own chef’s knife!), and had no issue helping with things that weren’t his job if a need came up. Because of George, we got to enjoy another 2.5 years with my dad before he passed. Dad came from nothing and died a multi-millionaire, and it was really cool to watch George keep Dad’s brain awake by engaging with him about entrepreneurship and business. George allowed me to focus on Dad’s business knowing that his home life was taken care of. We established small “family traditions” that Dad would look forward to, like when I would pick up buttermilk on my way to the house on a Saturday morning and George and I would make pancakes from scratch. George was perfectly capable of being self-sufficient, but always welcomed me there for an infusion of fresh energy into the house. And I guess that’s the difference that gives George an advantage over other caregivers: he actually cares and views his work as a calling. As a result, George has became a permanent part of our family. It’s never an easy thing to invite a stranger into your home to take care of people you care about. I enjoy the added wisdom of hiring the wrong person first, having to do the job myself for a few days, and then hiring George. If you are thinking of hiring George, know that he’s the real deal. Your loved ones will be in good hands with someone who is trustworthy, experienced and a genuinely good guy.

Roger C.

5/28/2025