Journal #25

I love the idea of giving.  Every since I was little, I enjoyed helping out whether it was cooking or scooping the cat's litter box.  My mom tells me stories about when my younger sister was born.  At that time, I was three years old.  I loved helping take care of my sister, and yes it included changing her rancid poop-filled diapers.  I liked the thought of helping someone out.  Another occurrence of giving when I was younger was in kindergarten.  Around Christmas my class and I made Christmas cards for the elderly.  There was a retirement home a couple blocks away from my school I was going to at the time.  As a class, we were actually able to walk to the retirement home and personally deliver the cards.  I can still remember that day because of all the shining faces and thank yous we got.  I love making people's days so that day was a dream for me because we made their days ten times better.  The older lady that I gave my beautifully made teared up when I handed it to her.  She pulled me into a great big hug and my heart just filled with joy.  While in the embrace, I was comfortable because it was like hugging my grandmother.  Luckily as I got older, I was able to take on more activities to help out more people.  Most recently, I volunteered for my church in a program called Hope for the Holidays.  This program was created to help families who could not provide meals during the holiday season.  My job during my shift was too bag around ten items in one bag.  In the shift I was in, we bagged over four hundred bags.  Can you imagine how many families were able to feel full more than one time in a day? Afterwards, the church displayed all of the wooden pallets that the food was on in the front of the church so that people were able to see what we did!