Meet Arthur Bear
Every good place needs a bear and every bear has a story to tell.
Read below how Arthur came to be one of Arthur Rank Hospice Charity's firm friends.
Every Good Place Needs a Bear!
Once upon a time there was a very special bear called Arthur. He was a bear with itchy feet, who liked to find places which made him smile. One day he got on the train to Cambridge. He saw the Mathematical Bridge made of wood, and watched the funny long boats called punts going up and down the river - he even saw someone fall in!
He smiled a few times and felt good but it was busy and crowded, and the sunshine made him feel sleepy.
When he looked at his watch he realised he'd spent so long watching the boats, he had missed his train! At Cambridge station Arthur was about to get the next train but something, perhaps his itchy feet, made him go and explore in the other direction.
The roads twisted and turned and before he knew it he was well and truly lost. Though he was a well-travelled bear he began to feel anxious...and then he spied a sign that made his ears twitch...
At the same moment he jumped as a cheerful voice said:
"Ah, there you are! You're just in time to help me. Be a darling and hold these will you?"
Arthur spun around as a smiling woman handed him a pile of boxes and bags nearly as tall as him.
"But...." said Arthur, taking the boxes, not knowing what else to say.
"Chop chop" said the lady as she unloaded the contents from the boxes into the car,
“Otherwise the Hospice at Home patients won't get everything they need.”
"But..." said Arthur.
"No time to explain now" said the woman.
"Now be a good bear and take these boxes back inside...."
Arthur looked at her blankly.
"Just follow the pathway" said the nurse pointing down a little road
"and head into Reception.... Bye now and thank you for your help"
she said, getting into her car.
Arthur stood for a second trying to work out where he was, and then being a well-mannered bear decided he ought to do as he was told.
He followed the road in the direction the nurse had pointed in, and found himself approaching a building.
"Ah, there you are!"
said a voice that made him jump again as he poked his nose into the building.
A smiling lady came out from behind a bar full with tea and coffee cups, biscuits and fresh flowers.
"But..." said Arthur.
The lady interrupted
"You're just in time for the tea-round… But you look like you need a biscuit first. Everyone gets tea and a biscuit" and handed him two on a plate.
Arthur couldn't speak because his mouth was full of biscuit!
"Come on then", said the lady, wheeling out a trolley.
"I'm Geraldine by the way, I'm one of the volunteers."
"I'm..." began Arthur, but Geraldine said
"Yes yes, we know who you are", which Arthur thought was a bit odd.
"First we shall go to Living Well" said Geraldine. "Follow me!"
Arthur was trying to work out what this place was. At Living Well, groups of people were sitting around a table, chatting.
They all waved to Geraldine and Arthur, and they all seemed to know who he was which was a little confusing.
Geraldine explained to Arthur that there was a kitchen where volunteers prepared the food for everyone. He didn't totally understand this, being a bear, but heard laughter coming out of the kitchen.
His bear's nose sniffed out something delicious and sweet and he craned his neck to getter a better sniff.
"That'll be the cakes", said Geraldine.
"There are always fresh homemade cakes made by the volunteers!"
"Right!" said Geraldine. "To the Inpatient Unit...."
They moved off along a corridor that twisted and turned. They passed several rooms.
He suddenly had an idea about where he was but every time he tried to ask Geraldine a new person walked past and stopped for a chat. They all smiled and said hello to him, Arthur thought to himself how warm and friendly everyone was.
On the Inpatient Unit, Arthur really thought he knew where he was. There were people in beds, some talking with their families and some resting quietly on their own. Geraldine offered everyone tea, and let Arthur pour it, which made him feel very responsible.
"Right", said Geraldine
"To the Patients' Lounge."
Arthur pushed the trolley along behind Geraldine. They passed by gardens that were covered in flowers and greenery. Being a keen gardener himself, Arthur could see how much energy must have gone into making these gardens the way they were. They lifted his little bear spirits.
He was feeling a bit more certain of his surroundings now. Then he found himself in someone's living room. Just where was he now?
"But..." said Arthur. Geraldine smiled: "This is a room we made for patients and their families and friends so they can feel more like they are at home.”
Arthur was mystified. There was a T.V, sofas, paintings on the wall and toys and computer games in one corner. This was all very confusing.
"Right I need to pop off to get some more tea, so you can wait in the other kitchen" said Geraldine.
She showed Arthur into a kitchen that looked like any other, but as Geraldine showed him round, it became apparent that this was a very special kitchen.
"Now this kitchen has food in it for visitors" said Geraldine.
Arthur nodded blankly.
"The reason there's always food here is that so no-one ever has to rush off to cook a meal. They can have it here.” A glimmer of understanding flickered through Arthur's little bear brain.
Arthur felt he was finally understanding where he was.
As he turned on the kettle he noticed a poster on the wall with words written in large letters in marker pen. He looked blankly at it, and then his bear's nose became a little wet. It was a list of words people had been invited to write that summed up their experience of the Inpatient Unit. There were words like 'warmth,' 'friendliness,' 'level of care - even for carers', 'laughter,' 'support' and 'acceptance.'
“I see” said Arthur.
He wiped his eyes with his sleeve and finally knew where he was. He felt good being there.
All bears need a home. Arthur loved the fact that he shared his name with Arthur Rank Hospice.
He decided he would stay for a while with the staff, volunteers, patients and visitors, and help with the work done there. He liked places that made him smile, and this was just such a place.
Arthur has been there ever since because... every good place needs a bear.
If you would like Arthur Bear to visit you and explain more about the Hospice services please contact firstname.lastname@example.org