Community Service

People complain everyday about the problems in this world, and I am one of them. One of my complaints is about people who complain!. I have a high respect for those who take actions to try to solve these problems instead of complaining. Being a part of this community, we all share the responsibility of helping and supporting each other. We have to do our best to give the helping hand and draw smiles. This is exactly what the term “community service” means. Many people think that volunteering is just hours they need to do for the school, and some of them feel like that they are forced to volunteer. But to me, volunteering is more than this. To volunteer is to make a change. I thought that this change should be in the world, society or someone’s life. But in fact, what I never thought about is that this change is going to be in my life. Here is the story. In the community service class, it was my first time to intend to volunteer. We were supposed to finish a specific number of hours to get an “A+” in this course. My teacher started to talk about community service and how it is important…etc. Meanwhile, I got exited and I immediately started thinking about what I am going to do. After that, the bell rang disturbing my thoughts and announcing the end of the class. One week after, one of my classmates suggested a place to volunteer, which was The General Dhahran Hospital. A group of girls and I made plans and organized for that day; we were all so exited. One day in the afternoon, we went there. The place was not like a normal hospital, it was like a deserted place that no one has visited for a long time. It was also too small and quite like no one is there. Our plan was: first, visit the patients and talk to them. Then, distribute the dinner meals that we had bought, and finally, go around and write down their needs. However, the first part was very hard and painful. From the first glance, I could not stand not to cry. I have not ever thought one day that there are