Feeling Good About Helping Out

Every time I go out for to help, I have that some thought of someone up there just gave me a pat at the back.  Just like when I volunteered to build houses at Calauan.  The stroking heat didn't stop me nor the stenching sweat and the calluses that I might get from doing hard labor.  I was happy...

Last year, Christmas time, my batchmates at work decided to spend our time in a Sunday School for kids from poor families.  We played and taught them.  We sang songs, they danced, we gave gifts.  And it felt great.  Again, i felt that pat from someone up there.. I was happy.

So I thought, maybe volunteering gives me a high.  And I need that high...it gives me a purpose.

I'm volunteering...