You know those really good people, the ones who are determined to make the world a better place? I’m not one of those. I live in the Nation’s Capital – a beehive for the cause-oriented – so I know a really good person when I see one. I have colleagues who tithed their babysitting money. Who spent their college downtime standing up global nonprofits. Who mentor and tutor and build habitats for humanity.
I spent my babysitting money on ill-considered teenage clothing. I spent my college downtime playing quarters. And until recently, my adulthood has been, for all intents and purposes, volunteerism-free. I had my reasons for studiously ignoring any need that wasn’t my own: too busy, too tired, too poor. The usual.
Then I met Mikey. (more…)