Since today is Monday, I guess I should explain a little about how we normally start our week. We go volunteering. Seriously, it can be too much for some people. It’s not like when you read books at the retirement home. Sometimes, it can feel like drowning, seeing kids who spend their days begging. We are all so fortunate, and the same fortune has not smiled on them. I’m not going to lie, not going to say they all frolick and play and smile. The only thing I can say is that when we return every Monday, and they see different people from around the world coming to help, I can start to see something change in them. I would call it hope, maybe the cheesy “twinkle in their eye”. Someone cares. Someone cares about them. Someone cares about them to come to their neighborhood, help them, and share some time with them.
Does anyone else get the mixed glum/ good feeling from volunteering? What has been your best experience volunteering?
Kate
www.IGoBuenosAires.com
