Service & Giving

There came a time when I felt really blue. Sick to my stomach depressed. I felt like I was living in a sealed plastic bag and no matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t poke a hole in that bag or find a way out. My outlook was dull; I struggled with hope and joy. I felt stuck with limited life. I did not want to do anything, and I felt that nothing mattered anyway.

When people ask me to help, I want to say, “Yes, let’s do it!”. Then I try to do what was asked of me and the enthusiasm just floats away