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It was the winter of 2009. Five days into Christmas break, and I was already bored. The rain kept me from wanting to leave the house, and to make it worse, all my friends were spending their vacations in exotic Hawaii or Mexico. Since it was the holiday season, the Animal humane society was overflowing with dogs and cats who needed help. As me and my family drove past the center and saw the incredible amounts of pets that were waiting for a home, I figured I might as well spend my time volunteering and helping the center rather than waste the break watching reality TV reruns.
I started the next day, making toys and trying to get donations for the society and buying big bags of pet. I really didn’t think too much of it until I watched a young puppy pick out a toy that I had personally made. The furry little blob eyes widened as he discovered the intricate design of the cylinfder of thread that I had put together.I swer he was simling. His mouth formed into a smile that beamed across the room. Seeing his smile made me smile, and I wondered how was it that an little puppy could make me feel so alive and so content. That’s when I realized why I felt so gratified: I believe that by helping pets, I am also helping myself.
I felt a sense of purpose, a sense that by devoting my time to someone else, I was making his or her life better. And to me, making another life better made mine so much more worthwhile. I began to see how making even the smallest effort to do something compassionate for someone else made me feel so powerful, yet so humbled at the same time. I feel powerful in that I have the ability to positively influence another human life, and humbled that every little action is a step to improving my own life.
Offering to help a woman with three young kids carry her groceries is no longer a task that I feel I have to do but is something I simply want to do because of that experience at the doghouse three year ago. Maybe, by helping her, I am giving this