Once a month, my wife and I take the opportunity to volunteer with other members of our church family at the Madison House. This is an outreach to the less than privileged young people in the poorer sections of Yakima, Washington.
We don’t do a whole lot except dish them out some food, spend time visiting and sharing in their lives, and listening to their concerns as they grow up similar to the way I did in Wapato many years ago. One big difference was that I had a stable family for support and many of them don’t.
I usually don’t have time to come home from work and change clothes before heading down there to serve dinner at 5 pm. This easily makes me one of the best dressed persons that many of them have seen in their young lives.
Last week, one young child came across the room, looked up at me and asked if I was the President. No, but he made me feel like I was. Volunteer, it’s contagious.