I’ve done a lot of volunteer work, and it’s taught me so much, and greatly enriched my life.
I used to volunteer at a battered women’s shelter. We had a secret house in town in which the women and children could stay. One vounteer needed to be in the house 24 hours a day. Mostly, we were there to keep the women company and counsel them if they wanted to talk. We were also supposed to protect the secrecy of the location, which meant keeping a close eye on the telephone to make sure that kids didn’t call their fathers and tell them where they were.
It was a difficult and frustrating job, in a way, but not without its rewards. My heart was broken every time a woman decided to return to her battering husband, but knowing that I helped a few to start a new life was very uplifting.
Waiting patiently for a new resident to open up and talk was the most important thing I learned. Some of them were “shell shocked” to the point where all they wanted to do was hide. Given space and time, however, they would start to talk, and a lot of times I did not need to counsel. The women just needed to work things out on their own.
I also delivered Meals on Wheels. Some of the elderly were shut-ins, abandoned by their families, who had meals delivered just so someone would check on them once a day. Some were sick, and helpless, and desperately needed food to be delivered. Some were stand-offish and cold, while others became new grandparents.
My job was not limited to delivering meals, though it was on paper. My route should have taken two hours, but often times took up to five, because the people often needed little tasks done for them, or just a little company to brighten their day. One elderly man with cancer needed someone to dump the bucket of pee next to his bed into the toilet. One lady, who was bedridden, needed someone to fetch books from the living room for her. Dogs needed walked, messes cleaned, sheets put into the washing machine, or prescriptions picked up from the drugstore. I would have been perfectly justified in telling these people that it wasn’t in my job description, but I couldn’t say no to them.
The expressed their gratitude in little gifts, and hugs. One lady crocheted me some potholders. Another made me cookies, and always made sure that on hot days she had a can of cold soda waiting on the counter for me when I went into her kitchen. The old man with cancer actually wept when I told him I wouldn’t mind getting him some ice cream from the corner store.
The hardest part was seeing them die. Over the two years that I worked there, my new granparents died off one by one. I still miss them, and hope that what little I could do for them made them just a little happier.
Next, I volunteered at a local museum, which, as jobs go, is probably the most interesing I’ve ever had. A lot of museums face budget crunches and an enormous backlog of work. I learned to clean artifacts, number and store them properly, and had the chance to examine them to my heart’s content. After a year, they hired me on as a tour guide and curatorial assistant.
I’ve also volunteered at a historic theater as a secretary/concessions worker/ticket taker/stage hand. That was a lot of fun.