Caregiver | Stand for what matters | Seniors Helping Seniors

The city doesn’t sleep — it just lies there, twitching.

Behind every window, pain smolders like a cigarette in the dark.

And someone’s gotta walk in… with steady hands and a heart that’s been cracked but never shattered.

We’re Seniors Helping Seniors. We deal in dignity.

We send people into the trenches. Into living rooms where time has stalled and loneliness bites like a blade.

It ain’t glamorous. It ain’t clean. But it matters.

YOU:

You’ve got steel in your spine and velvet in your voice.

You know how to cook an egg, wipe a tear, lift a soul.

You’ve seen life from the alley and the avenue — and you still show up on time.

You drive — not just cars, but purpose.

You help with bathing, dressing, meds, meals — the real frontline stuff.

You listen like the truth’s hiding in the silence.

You don’t need approval. Just a steady record, steady hands, and the guts to walk through any door like you belong there.

WE:

We respect. We train. We pay fair.

We send in the good ones — and back them up like family.

You’ll work flexible hours. You’ll make real connections.

You’ll change lives in ways the city doesn’t write headlines about.

REQUIREMENTS:

A valid driver’s license and a car that runs when it’s cold.

A heart big enough to carry someone else’s memories.

Eyes sharp enough to see what’s needed… before it’s said.

Somewhere in Northern Colorado, a story waits.

An old man watching the front door, hoping someone is coming.

A woman whose memories slip through her fingers like smoke.

They need you — steady hands, ice in your veins, and determination in your step.

The city doesn’t care.

But you care.