The thing about volunteering that I really liked so much is how it takes oneâ€™s focus away from themselves and puts it on others. Iâ€™ve always wanted to volunteer consistently for something, and when I was in college it was easier because it was a part of what we need to do for school to get our grades up. When I started working, it got a little bit harder, because I had to go out of my way to volunteer, and I always felt like I donâ€™t have enough time to take that longer route for volunteering.
I became a Cornerstone tutor only this school year, and it all started with a heartache. Iâ€™ll spare you with all the drama about that. Let me just say that itâ€™s true when people say that heartaches can make you do things youâ€™ve never done before just so you can fill that hole that the ache is digging in your heart. I used to hate to admit to that, that it took a sad story for me to start moving and doing something, but I realized that we all get called through different circumstances.
So ever since August of 2013, I woke up early every Saturday, rode a tricycle, a jeep and a bus to our sectorâ€™s school, and tutored kids. I’m not really good with kids since Iâ€™m the youngest in the family and I donâ€™t have little cousins or nieces or nephews to take care of and play with. I wasnâ€™t sure what I was doing, exactly, but I prayed that whatever I lacked, God would fill. And that it wouldn’t be so bad. Like I said, I wasn’t good with kids.
Pretty soon, I started looking forward to my early Saturday mornings. It was so nice to start the weekend doing something for someone else, even if sometimes I have no idea what I was doing. Sometimes I danced. Sometimes I had to lead the prayer. Sometimes I had to struggle from not having enough sleep from the previous night because of work. Sometimes, I had to tell my friends that I had to skip a Friday night gimmick because I have to go to a Cornerstone session the next day. But I looked forward to those Saturday sessions, and I had fun. It was fun knowing new people, and playing with the kids and teaching them something that I really love to do: reading. And I’ve learned that sometimes it doesn’t matter if I don’t know what I’m really doing, as long as I am willing to do them. The small things really count in things like this.
But they say sometimes, familiarity breeds contempt. Or at least, when youâ€™ve gone and done something for so long (even if it wasnâ€™t really so long yet), you start feeling lazy, or less motivated to go. You start of thinking of excuses like, â€œWell the others donâ€™t go there anyway, so maybe I can skip thisâ€, or â€œMaybe I can just sleep in today because itâ€™s so cold and they can do things without meâ€. There are some days when we just donâ€™t want to show up. On the first Cornerstone Saturday of 2014, I almost skipped going because of those reasons above, plus I was feeling a little under the weather. I ended up still going, though, because I had somewhere to be later that afternoon, too, and I thought it would be unfair if I skip the morning and then go to my appointment in the afternoon when I wasnâ€™t really burning with fever or anything of that sort.