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No matter how hard you work, if you don’t get paid for it, it’s not considered a job. I volunteer at my kids’ school and my church. I do it because I love it not for monetary gain.
An unnamed loser on an internet message board once told me, “At least I have a job. Do you ever leave the house?” Hell hath no fury like a stay-at-home mom scorned. Instead of engaging in a flame war, I ignored him at the time. But then he insulted another member’s daughter and let’s just say that karma’s bite in the butt is a little painful to say the least.
Truth is, I never put hardly any energy into any paid job. At least I didn’t get a lot of enjoyment over it. But I get enjoyment out of the jobs for which I volunteer.
I help kindergarten kids learn their letters and numbers. I help elementary kids write compositions. I teach Sunday school to elementary kids and plan crafts to teach them about art through God. There’s hardly any art classes in school anymore, so if there’s the next Picasso it’s my duty to find that talent and bring it out.
I doubt I’d derive as much happiness if I got a paycheck. As a volunteer, none of this work is a chore. I do it out of the kindness of my heart. And to keep an eye on my kids. Over protective? Maybe. But never unhappy.
- In the Eyes of a Volunteer (christopherscottblog.typepad.com)
- PLF Launches Online “Reagan Birthday Tribute” Site (eon.businesswire.com)