I was raised to volunteer: nursing homes, clinics, church nurseries, school, everywhere that could use help. It’s such an intrinsic part of me, to use my life to help improve the quality of others.
Volunteers are the only human beings on the face of the earth who reflect this nation’s compassion, unselfish caring, patience, and just plain loving one another.
Unselfish and noble actions are the most radiant pages in the biography of souls.
The best antidote I know for worry is work. The best cure for weariness is the challenge of helping someone who is even more tired. One of the great ironies of life is this: He or she who serves almost always benefits more than he or she who is served.
Doing nothing for others is the undoing of ourselves.
My old man says when it’s time to be counted, the important thing is to be man enough to stand up.
Remember that the happiest people are not those getting more, but those giving more.
Wherever you turn, you can find someone who needs you. Even if it is a little thing, do something for which there is no pay but the privilege of doing it. Remember, you don’t live in a world all of your own.
Here’s to all volunteers, those dedicated people who believe in all work and no pay.
Accept the fact that we have to treat almost anybody as a volunteer.