Growing up in a small town, I came to know volunteering as commonplace and, to some degree, an expectation of residents. Small towns thrive when people give of their time. My Dad was one of these people, as he served on the Fire Department, was head of the Ambulance, served on City Council and spent countless hours with others giving of their time to maintain the beauty of our small town.
It was not unusual for volunteers to have late nights, get called away from work mid-day and ultimately sacrifice family time to give for others. I can recall instances where lives were saved, homes were protected and life in our small community existed in peaceful nature because of the services we had and ultimately their efforts.
The mere fact that so many hours were donated without the need for recognition is what amazes me still. Growing up, I once believed it was simply part of small town living, but have honestly come to appreciate that so many wonderful people love to volunteer their time.
Today, as Gus finished his last Hockey game for this season, and the coaches gathered the boys for the final “chat and reflection”, I simply smiled, thought of my Dad, and felt fortunate to have wonderful volunteer coaches in my kid’s lives that unselfishly give of their time.
My takeaway … volunteers are not expected to give of their time but yet they do it with unselfish passion for helping others.