“If you want to be happy for an hour, play a video games, if you want to be happy for a day, go to an amusement park, but if you want be happy forever, help others” I stared at that sign in my seventh grade social studies teacher’s class. Now in eighth grade, I smiled, as I proceeded to continue helping my teacher put up kids’ map of the world. Picking up the next map and carefully examining each of the continents I thought, “This is what I love. I do think I will be happy forever helping others who need my help as a volunteer”. That's when I truly understood my love for volunteering and making others smile. Today I am here to tell you the story of how i discovered my love for serving others.
It all started in sixth grade when my student teacher from fifth grade had the honor of earning a job at my elementary school. Excited to see her more often, I decided every Wednesday morning, since I had late start to go help her and her students with their curriculum. I would start by and grading paper s and reading books to the children. I loved to see their smiling faces as I entered the room. Get through this process people questioned me and if my tine was spent in a well worth way. Today people still ask me, why do you think that is fun? I would rather be at home sleeping. I still …show more content…
Though none I have less time to go in and sort her library and grade papers, it makes stepping up to the task so much more special. On a cold yet bright morning I went in and helped her grade texts for her grammar unit. I sat at the desk scanning eachd the tests for errors, and when I looked up, I saw a face looking down on me. It was at that moment that I saw more than happiness, and what others needed, I saw gratefulness. She did not give me treats or let me read to her students, but she looked at me as a supporter of her, a little reminder that she was appreciated. I will never forget the feeling of making someone grateful and
It all started in sixth grade when my student teacher from fifth grade had the honor of earning a job at my elementary school. Excited to see her more often, I decided every Wednesday morning, since I had late start to go help her and her students with their curriculum. I would start by and grading paper s and reading books to the children. I loved to see their smiling faces as I entered the room. Get through this process people questioned me and if my tine was spent in a well worth way. Today people still ask me, why do you think that is fun? I would rather be at home sleeping. I still …show more content…
Though none I have less time to go in and sort her library and grade papers, it makes stepping up to the task so much more special. On a cold yet bright morning I went in and helped her grade texts for her grammar unit. I sat at the desk scanning eachd the tests for errors, and when I looked up, I saw a face looking down on me. It was at that moment that I saw more than happiness, and what others needed, I saw gratefulness. She did not give me treats or let me read to her students, but she looked at me as a supporter of her, a little reminder that she was appreciated. I will never forget the feeling of making someone grateful and