a mission...

"Nothing is greater than the heart of a volunteer..."

Three years had passed when I took part as a volunteer-teacher in one of the non-government organizations in Davao. That didn't take me too long to stay however then for I had difficulty in including the schedule as a volunteer in my workload for my whole already stressful day.Though I was happy with my paid job, I knew then that I would be even more a fulfilled individual had I only continued to work as a volunteer.

For quite sometimes in my moment of recollection, esp. when I see children just loitering along the street wearing ragged clothes and worn-out slippers, I remember "Mario". He's just like any other helpless streetchildren that I came to encounter during my volunteer. Mario, a 9-year-old who didn't ever want to write. No matter how much we'd try to have him hold a pencil and handed him a piece of paper, he would refuse to follow unlike other children in the foundation. He was timid but it seemed to me that there surge something furious in his eyes. If it was madness I don't know. In my mind, I know Mario needs more than learning to write his name or reading the Alphabet. Later then, I found out that he hated his own father. After which , I haven't heard of Mario at all.

I am blessed I know..if not for money then of having supportive parents and a complete education. If I would count my blessings then it's so overlwhelming to realize that I have what I wanted to enjoy yet it would be sad to realize when there are people like "Mario" who has very less. I know there are a lot like "Mario" in the world today. We may put the blame on the parents or on poverty but still one thing for sure, in my mind...what good I could have done if I only stayed at the foundation. I know deep inside that there is always a way to help...to be a volunteer. But if we will not start it now for our personal obligations are first in a row...then "when"?

The world needs us today. Let's volunteer.