I donate platelets (every 2 weeks) and whole blood (every 2 months) [after a 2-year hiatus, it feels good again].
I pick up and transport injured raptors and other critters to local rehab facilities.
I recycle.
I work for a non-profit environmental organization (much happier than when I worked for for-profits.
I volunteer with a local theatre company (granted, they get paid for what they do, but they appreciate that I come in and do the little odd jobs, freeing them up for bigger projects).
I’m not sure what that story has to do with me having a slip with a pocketknife, but I like that story, cuz it’s the only time I really spent time with the people who adopted the dog I was working with. Usually I would just help sift through the applications and never meet the actual people who took the dog home. Either that, or once the dog was considered rehabbed, they would send it to another shelter and I would never hear what happened to it from there.
I had to quit though. Too often, the animal would be so badly hurt it would have to be put to sleep, or they died from shock in the night or during surgery. Some of them had been so badly mistreated for so long they just wouldn’t trust people again and needed better help than I could provide.
I’m a volunteer on Narcotics Anonymous phone lines.
I compost and in the end, I am biodegradable. 
I have a huge garden every summer and give lots of produce to my neighbors.
*I * use my turn signals.
Unfortunately, in the end you can either be cremated, or
sealed in a vault with enbalming fluid for blood.
In neither case will you end up returning your bio-energy to
the food chain.
I hope I get eaten by sharks.
I give blood, and I pick up trash in the park near our
house.
I donate blood every 8 weeks.
I’m a volunteer coach for my 7 1/2 year old daughter’s softball team.
I play games with my kids (the old fashioned kind, like Clue, Mastermind, Trouble, Mancala, etc.).
Most importantly - I volunteer time in my kid’s school. I’ve painted classrooms, assisted with putting in new lighting fixtures, and washed and cleaned the lenses over the fixtures. A law firm donated 40 old PC’s to the school, and I spent many hours blowing dust from them, adding memory, and upgrading the operating systems. I’ve also crawled under the floors (and through the ceilings) to run networking cable so the entire school is networked.
The best part of this is that my 3 kids - who are all in the school - know I’m involved and are proud that they see me there working.
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I act as a counselor for my male friends who have trouble picking up chicks. I’ll give them advice, encourage them, and when it doesn’t work, be there to listen to them bitch.
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I’m like a big sister to my little cousins. Every once in a while I’ll spend a weekend at one of their homes and watch them while their parents relax, and teach them songs and give them piggybacks. Their parents are happy, I get to spend three days not worrying about classes, and they know that another “grownup” loves them.
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If I have time when I come home, I play in a music group at nursing homes. We’re horrible, but the old people absolutely love it.
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Apparently, I give GREAT backrubs.
This may not sound like a normal charity thing, but I am a stand up comic. I first went on stage two years ago (I was fourteen) at the Comedy Studio above the hong kong restaurant in Harvard Square, boston. I love it.
I call it important because it brings joy to peoples life. Life very often isn’t funny, and it’s nice to have a positive view like that.
I have worked as a volunteer rape crisis counselor at a large city hospital for almost 8 years. My involvement with victims is limited to the 2-3 hours they spend at the hospital getting the rape kit (evidence collection) done. But this is a difficult time for them, and any friends/family who may be there - I think I have provided important support and help for a lot of people. I’m glad that I’ve done this.
I’ve also fostered several abused dogs in the past, and captured a couple of feral cats for spay/neutering with my neighbor’s help (Thanks, Kurt! :)) I pick up strays.
I stop and help people who have run out of gas or need a jump start or whatever. I’m nice to my neighbors and shovel snow for old Harold, who can’t. I say please and thankyou, and am a generous tipper. I’ll loan my truck to friends who are moving, and I’m known as someone who is usually available for rides to & from the airport. I’m nice to my employees. I take extra produce from my garden to a retirement home.
Excuse me. I have to go polish my halo now…
All I can say is we’re just a fabulous bunch of people here!
I’m a good, kind father to my son, and I’m raising him to be a person who takes responsibility for his actions. Coming from an awful family background, I’m making certain that I’m not passing on the family history of abuse to him. It’s the one fine thing I do.
I compost.
I support Basset Breed Rescues all over the country however I can. The thing I’m really proud of in this regard is that when a bunch of basset hound lovers (on the same email list) were coordinating a holiday card exchange, I suggested that we send extra cards to others who had helped rescue. You know, vet’s offices, volunteers, etc. I called it “The Hero List.” The idea took off, and while no one remembers who suggested it, who gives a rip? It’s been 4 years now and the Hero List is the best part of the card exchange. We hear stories back like one vet who was the only one in her practice to offer a discount to rescue–her partners always poo-pooed that, until she got hundreds of cards from bassets all over the country saying “thanks, it matters, we appreciate what you do.” Her partners had their eyes opened.
I occasionally coordinate donations to shelters among my officemates and schoolmates. I adopted a soldier in Kosovo. I send some of my son’s outgrown clothes and gear to needy families off the ebay giving boards. I try to compliment strangers every now and then. And I’m vowing to raise my son to be a good person.