My family participates in the Bountiful Baskets food co-op. As a co-op, the food sites are run by local volunteers. The system would not work without all the members helping out some. They suggest you volunteer every 4-6 visits. From a volunteer point of view it is pretty short term about two to three hours on a Saturday. No real hard work. A pretty ideal volunteer set up if you don’t want commitment.
Yesterday I had thought it was about time and had decided that today I would volunteer. This morning I woke up and wanted nothing to do with it giving up my free time. It wasn’t like I had signed up and I was not leaving them in a lurch by not showing up. There was always next week. My mood was foul and my body was cold. My excuses were plentiful and my motivation was pretty scarce.
In spite of this I still found myself at the food site at volunteer time, ready to work. I was part of the assembly line that makes the baskets up. I sorted potatoes and tomatoes. I split banana bunches up in to same quantities. So I found I not cold, but actually hot. I made conversation with my fellow volunteers and greeted folks who came to pick up their baskets. My mood never became stellar, but soon I was smiling and life wasn’t so bad. A couple hours later I was wiping out baskets with a damp cold rag to put them away for next time. Finally we were sweeping the floor so we left our site in better shape than we had found it.
It was over I had volunteered. I had fulfilled my obligation that only I knew about. I had made a difference. Not like the life and death kind of difference, but in how easy or hard the job would have been if I had not been there to help. Like the floor at our site I was in better shape than I had been when I started.