I was fourteen when I first discovered what it meant to be a volunteer; and I utterly despised it. Waking up bright and early Saturday morning to work without pay or compensation was such a bizarre idea to me because I did not understand why volunteers were always so cheerful and happy at early morning hours, when I in contrast, would have much rather been in the comfort of my bed fast asleep. But it did not take me long to succumb to the contagious chipper attitude -I was soon transformed into one of them. One of the people who look forward to community events like Parent’s Place Informational Fair, in which I could help people find the information they need to provide better care for their special needs child, or going down to the county
