I grew up with parents that were happy to lend a hand to whomever, whenever. My mom helped at hospitals, picked up old people when they needed a ride somewhere, visited sick friends, made dinner for someone who needed it, etc etc. I recall my dad driving through the city one day, stopping the car (we were wondering what was going on), and running across the street to help someone in a wheel chair who was having problems getting onto a sidewalk. They are just those type of people.
It must be why volunteering makes sense to me. It's a part of my life. My parents taught me "to whom much is given, much is expected." You can never sit on your laurels. If you have a lot you have to give back.
That is why, when I read this little interview, I got it. When I travel internationally to help others, it makes my life seem so trivial- but all the more worthwhile. It matters. Lend a hand when you can.
