St. Luke's Volunteer #AtoZChallenge

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Big Helper in Action.

St. Luke's hospital in Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. I was a volunteer for years in middle and high school. Over 600 hours by the time I was 16. 

I knew more parts of the hospital than most employees. I was on the transport team, radiology transport, radiology file room, radiation oncology file room (oooaf, the things I saw there, the Polaroids that had to be filed--couldn't have the guys do that job), pharmacy, North-wing 5/ South-wing 9 (the department moved when the hospital expanded), physical therapy, the mail room, and a float-- going anywhere I was needed. 

I loved volunteering. I made friends. I made a difference. I was a trusted member of the team. 

There was this one woman, Val. She wasn't a people person, as they say. But she liked me. One day, she needed something from her car, which was on the other side of the campus. She remembered my schedule. (Seriously, see all the departments I volunteered in? My schedule? Damnnn. My own mom couldn't remember it.) But Val knew I was in general transport that day, so I could run stuff all around the hospital. She requested me. I came up, she gave me the keys to her car and asked me to get the things. (I could havd stolen her car, the stuff in her car, etc. But she knew me. She knew she could trust me.) I got the stuff, locked the door, and brought it to her. 

Maybe that doesn't inspire you. But someone who couldn't get along with others, we got along. That says something. 

I developed skills while volunteering. I had fun. And I was useful. I had a purpose.

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