Volunteering & Volunteer Students

I'm angry. Yesterday I dropped soup off at a boon companion's theatre, talked to another in the service of outstanding an hour, drove in the slushy rain and listened to reports on the chaos in Pakistan following the assassination of Benazir Bhutto. It's haunting me. At the gym the TV in front of the treadmill was airing Oprah. She was interviewing John Wood from extent to Read. The TV next to me was airing the aftermath of violence at a political rally where the outlay of speaking her mind was eradication. I'm haunted. I'm thinking about Reavers. And how we swipe the monsters that electrified us.

I'm sore at myself for not doing more and I'm inspired by John Wood to rumble a clearance to do more. Leaving my pain in the neck isn't my rejoinder; at least not promptly. But finding a retreat to bring my desire to do more, give more, share more, inspire more, is.