Off to See the Wizard

A long time ago (well, in high school),
I used to volunteer a lot -- pretty much every weekend. And I loved it! I just loved it. I don't know why, but I did. You know, I actually have mostly forgotten how well-spent my high school days were. Sure, I had no adventurous stories to tell, no drunken bringes, no smoking sprees, nothing. But out of the mundane came these great experiences that shaped me in invisible and silent ways ... the goodness, the habit of finding meaning, the appreciation for life ....

But lately, I've been thinking about volunteering again. I'm now mobilizing a group of people to go at least once a month with me to get stuff done around the community. I mean, it's just a day a month, and most the time, it's not even a whole day's activity. And how well-spent is that time going to be? What else would we be doing otherwise anyway? Blog? Chat online? Wander around at the mall? Catch a movie? Sleep? Clean the house and say that you are busy (but just how busy are you really)?

So ... to add color in everyone's life, I've decided that we should go volunteer.