I always lose my balance standing on only one foot. I always have to lean on other things for stability. Granted, I can’t even stand on my own feet. I maybe independent in textbook but I rely on others. Believe you-me, I’ve been in many many many situations where I kept my problems all by myself and regret it because I didn’t scribbled SOS on the sand.
It’s hard to ask for help even when I get a whole lot of support from people around me. I just find it difficult to plead. It hurts my pride. I have beaten myself on a head-board hard enough to realize that swallowing your ego when your back is against the wall and at least talk about the troubles you have is what can actually get you through whatever knot you’re going through.
I don’t care who you are. People need people.
I first voluntold during the Katrina aftermath where we built wooden houses that sheltered other Hurricane Katrina volunteers in Mississippi.
This next one I will always be proud of. I usually the one signing up, but this I’m particularly the one who organized it. Earlier this year, I organized a recreational event for the children and nuns of an orphanage in Italy. The success of it was such a relief for me. A lot of my colleagues joined the fun together with the children. We took for an afternoon of bowling over pizza, nachos and lumpia.
It’s okay to be proud of it, right? As a matter of fact, I think people should be broadcasting their community relation and involvements. Parade it to the world. Wear the T-shirt of their volunteering organization.
This month of October, my Saturday plans are narrowed down to construction activities at the on-going Habitat for Humanity project in Oxnard, California, here in Ventura County. I got home with dirty pants and a hole on my shoe. It’s okay, the small contribution I made will be home for two under-privileged families of the community.
My “job description” is relatively associated with “service” but we don’t get the very clear view of the outcome of the service we provide. Volunteering gives me the kind of more tangible, sensible, more upfront result.
You help others not expecting something in return. But you do get something, plenty of things. The waves, the smiles, the teamwork, the hardwork, the “thank you’s”, the handshakes, the fulfillment, the sense of accomplishment and all those glories you heard of.
I don’t just appreciate the assistance or rescue I get from others. I consider them as debts I will always be ready to repay. I feel sometimes that others offered their generosity to me that I need to give back even not directly to the person who helped me. In my head, I have to return the favor in any or some other ways. I am not usually the most skilled or the most knowledgeable but I can always be reliable. I always try to help other people too, in my own little ways, even in the least effort as long as it contributes into something.
Is it my redemption act? Out of guilt, perhaps. It’s kind of like my salvation, it really is. It’s not for any nature out there but for myself.
Suddenly, I feel like a rich guy cleaning his conscience…