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Offering a hand...
Cars screeching, doors creaking, foot steps booming as we marched into the front
door of Beatitude. The host and residents graciously welcomed us into their property
with open arms. They served us cinnamon sticks, cakes, and delicious hot cups of coffee.
When we scribbled our name on the sign in sheet, we made a commitment to serve and
beautify the community.
I got into groups of five, which included Emerson, Debre, Paul,
and Sally, and we hastily got to work. Coughing heavily, we patiently picked up scattered
garbage on the non-hygienic ground, filled with caution tape, cigarette butts, and plastic
dishes. The ground is littered with used and filthy rubbish which was carelessly tossed by
others. Minutes went by; our face was drenched with sweat while our body was heated
with work. We finally finished the job. Beatitude staff and residents are very thoughtful
and graceful. They offered us a hand when we were exhausted and water for refreshment.
After we cleaned up the unsanitary ground, we were dutied to sweep the street and
parking lot. As we swept the street, the wind gave multiple whistles which sprinkled
leaves all over the ground. Rapidly, we challenged the wind's might and regrouped the
leaves and discarded them. Backs bending, our spine was depleted in strength, however,
our work ethic kept us moving.
At midday, our job was to pick oranges. Branch
whipping, we playfully ripped the fruits from its trees. Bloop,bloop,bloop, oranges were
plumetting like raindrops during a heavy storm. We must pick up the colorful fruits and
put them in a recycled trash bad. Cleverly, Emerson suggested that we knock the oranges
down by tossing objects at them. Hooray, the plan worked and we swiftly finished our
task. Near the end of the service, my stomach roared like a wild bear and my lips were
chapped dry. Like a bolt of lightning, I felt the satisfaction of making a difference. I felt
appreciated from the back straining work that I have put in. Without a doubt, I absolutely
love the joy and feeling of helping and caring for the community. I came to the
realization that helping others does not always require money; it requires a heart and a
will to make a difference.
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