Helping people

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Today I had the opportunity to volunteer at a conference at my uni. It was dedicated to the founder of our language department, who sadly passed away this summer. There were a bunch of masterclasses and lectures being held by people who used to work with her.

Pretty much all I had to do was prepare the rooms, register people, show them where to go, some other technicalities. I had to get up at 6 am to be able to come to uni at 8 am, which was a bit tricky.
Most people will probably say that it's such a boring job and why would you even want to do that. At first I registered because I was simply curious what's it like to be a volunteer at an event like this. But after having done it already, I realize why I liked it so much and wanted to participate so badly.

I love helping people. I love to know that I was able to do something that made the other person's life easier or more joyful. And that's what I did there the whole day. I was doing quite boring work but I was useful. I could see people looking at us and smiling, knowing that we were doing this because we wanted to, not because someone made us do it. I felt like I meant something, if that even makes sense. Having to deal with so many health issues, I feel like an incomplete person most of the time. And knowing that here I wasn't the one receiving constant help but actually giving it back, made me feel really good.

I came home with a feeling of fulfillment and calmness. I felt like I finally was able to let go of my problems a little bit and do something else.

Be kind, be gentle.

Love u💛

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