It’s my firm belief that everyone needs to spend some time giving back to others.
For the past four years, I’ve volunteered at Shepherd Home, providing hands-on care to residents during their last weeks of life. My friends ask me all the time why I volunteer there, so I though I’d blog the story of why I do. I swear, it’s the truth.
Six years back, my aunt (Connie) was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. As expected, this tumor was unresponsive to treatment and over the next seven months, I visited Aunt Connie whenever I could (she lived in Buffalo, and I in Rochester). Each time I’d visit, I would see a little more cancer and a little less Aunt Connie. I spent lots of time thinking about how I could help my aunt and uncle cope.
After Aunt Connie passed away, I would often drive by Shepherd Home wondering if I should stop in and see the place. Maybe there was something I could do? It took me over a year to get up and schedule a visit.
I was convinced at my first visit that Shepherd Home was where I wanted to volunteer, because that day I met my first Shepherd Home resident...Her name was Connie.
I am always asked if volunteering at Shepherd Home is a depressing place, and I always emphatically answer “No!” I cannot change what happens for the residents at Shepherd Home, but I can certainly offer comfort and kindness to make a tremendous difference in their lives- even at the very end. There is nothing depressing in that.
l am convinced that there are some things you are just destined to do. Everyone has it, they just have to keep watch for their direction