Personal Narrative: My Volunteering Experience With Community Service
In order to qualify for my high school’s Nation Honor Society, I had to fulfill 20 hours, atleast, of community service. My mom and I occasionally volunteer to clean the Rouge River behind my house or work at Gleaner’s Food Bank, but this specific volunteering experience was different.
The event that impacted me the most was when my job at Open Door Ministry was being the “runner”. This meant, once all the donated food was packaged and ready to be distributed, I ran it to people’s cars and laid out the food in their trunks or backseats. This task was exhausting and I did not have the strength to be lifting watermelons and five-pound bags of potatoes. I arrived at Open Door Ministry at four o’clock. My arms started aching by six o’clock and I could barely keep my eyes open at seven.
“Green cart, right over here!” Steve Darr, the volunteer coordinator, shouted.
The words peirced my ears, I could not go on. I used the little energy I had left and was able to move at a faster pace than my face and body looked like it would allow. I slowed …show more content…
I would have never expected how working in a food kitchen could teach me so much about the world around me. How easily his mood was effected by a deed I found so simple moved me. My heart weighed heavy with happiness. Giving back to the community in this way, I found, wasn’t just about the required hours I needed for National Honor Society. It changed a man’s life. My family is in a comfortable living situation, therefore, worrying about where my next meal is coming from is never an issue. I learned that what you think may be a little thing can have a huge effect. You may not know the specific role you have in your communtiy until you venture outside of your spot within the social hierarchy. This is what I would like to do at Michigan State
The event that impacted me the most was when my job at Open Door Ministry was being the “runner”. This meant, once all the donated food was packaged and ready to be distributed, I ran it to people’s cars and laid out the food in their trunks or backseats. This task was exhausting and I did not have the strength to be lifting watermelons and five-pound bags of potatoes. I arrived at Open Door Ministry at four o’clock. My arms started aching by six o’clock and I could barely keep my eyes open at seven.
“Green cart, right over here!” Steve Darr, the volunteer coordinator, shouted.
The words peirced my ears, I could not go on. I used the little energy I had left and was able to move at a faster pace than my face and body looked like it would allow. I slowed …show more content…
I would have never expected how working in a food kitchen could teach me so much about the world around me. How easily his mood was effected by a deed I found so simple moved me. My heart weighed heavy with happiness. Giving back to the community in this way, I found, wasn’t just about the required hours I needed for National Honor Society. It changed a man’s life. My family is in a comfortable living situation, therefore, worrying about where my next meal is coming from is never an issue. I learned that what you think may be a little thing can have a huge effect. You may not know the specific role you have in your communtiy until you venture outside of your spot within the social hierarchy. This is what I would like to do at Michigan State