A Volunteer Heart.
From a very young age, there was a sense of satisfaction when doing for others and as I became an adult, it became more of a reflex. From Special Olympics to bowling and playing softball with people with disabilities, the innate sense of belonging and making a difference propelled me to continue those efforts.
When my two children were born and old enough, they were required to go along with me when volunteering in the snack bar of the rodeo or handing out water to runners in a local race. They learned quickly that not everything done is tied to making money, that when a need is to be filled, you step up and do it.
During the summer, I'd buy several gallons of ice cream and cones and head to Dixie Advantages to make cones for the residents. My boys will admit to dressing up in costume, filling hundreds of sandwich bags with Halloween candy to take to those less fortunate or to people with disabilities as a special treat.
Going to a Danville Services group home for people with Cerebral Palsy and hiding Easter eggs was a lot of fun. Meeting them at one of our old favorite fishing spots on Snow Canyon Parkway and teaching them each how to fish. The fun of helping a 60-year old man catch his fish fish ever was a joyous occasion!
Then, there are many times they would dress in the Easter Bunny costume and visit people in rehabilitation centers to give away candy-filled plastic eggs or walk down the sidewalk at downtown events in St. George to give a high five or allow photo opps with families with everyone who felt the spirit!
Though my volunteering efforts have slowed down over the years, I still will raise my hand when needed because my heart voluntarily tells me to do so.
This is an entry to the: August Challenge: Being Human.
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