The way I saw it, when I was growing up, “volunteering” and giving back was not voluntary. In high school, we were required to do 20 hours of community service each year as part of our curriculum. You could help out at food pantries, assist at animal shelters, participate in charity walks…there were plenty of options. I always chose the Walk for Hunger, a 20-mile walk through the gorgeous suburbs of Boston, finishing at Boston Common, where you were greeted with massages and ice cream. Ben and Jerry’s has never been so satisfying.
A flip switched in my brain in college, when I did Relay for Life. Continue reading