MY ACT OF SERVICE

I've always said that I wanted to volunteer. Oh, it's even on my to-do list for every year. Meanwhile, I literally always assumed that volunteering practically meant assisting in really big ways, like going under an NGO or having to do something that showed huge sacrifice.

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If anyone had told me that taking kids under my wings, tutoring them, calling to check up on them when I was far off from them, being friends with them so much that they called me every other day to tell me how far their lives were going, to rant if they were having issues with themselves, their parents, anyone else and/or even educational problems and to seek my advice and hear me rebuke and condemn and praise them alongside was volunteering, I would never have agreed to that.

But that's like the most prominent volunteering job that I've had to do. And I did them so well. Very dutifully. Far more and heartedly than I would ever have imagined. It's been a while, I know, but I want to believe that I'm still in active service. Cause if I and the kids still keep in contact and hold it up like distance were nothing, then that accounts for something.

I remember I started out with this service from just one kid until there was another and another and another. I couldn't refuse to teach them. I remember it was to just be me helping them with assignments and to study for at least an hour and thirty minutes during the weekday until the kids would spring up on me by coming in the weekends just cause "..please, give us something to do," or "..we just came to check on you." Was beautiful!

I remember how it went beyond just classroom teacher-student parole to being more. You know, the one the parents give complaints about the child. The one child rants and complains to, too. The gist and gossip partner of the kids. The comedy, singing, and cartoon buddy(we had special treat days. Which were like every other day, anyway. It was something that i was glad to do. Something I could do if I woke up at any time. Something I put my mind and heart to and could cry if restricted from(an occasion comes to mind, but oops, I ain't sharing). It was something that I was truly selfless about ....and that's what volunteering is about, yeah?

Be that as it was, I don't know what I learned then. I mean, I think I learned a number of things, but I can't begin to lose rhrm out. However, I found out how passionate I was about teaching and how great I could be with kids, which was contrary to what I always assumed.

It's been a while, but it still is one of those memories I could never push aside. The one I recall that leaves a sweet taste in my mouth. The kind I'm glad that I handled how I did. It couldn't have been any better. There's barely the time for this particular service. But I look forward to doing more. To help, aid, assisting and do great service in whatever capacity that I can. It's fulfilling enough.

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