Copyright 2010, CABS for Reflections From the Fence
Man's mother was religious and loved volunteering for the Red Cross. The following was found among a collection of awards and information covering her 20 years of Red Cross service. There is no name to give credit to, no publication data, it is obviously a photocopy, and she kept it for years, so, it meant something to her.
Ode to a volunteer
Many will be shocked to find
When the day of judgement nears
That there's a special place in Heaven
Set aside for volunteers.
Telephone lists will be outlawed,
But a finger snap will bring
Cool drinks and gourmet dinners,
And rare treats fit for a king.
You ask, who'll serve these priviledged few
And work for all they're worth?
Why all those who reaped the benefits,
and not once volunteered on earth.
Where would we be without volunteers? In a case of hurt, that is where.
* Millie was the juice and cookie girl, who watched to see if you were gonna pass out after giving blood. If you did, she caught you.
**Graphic courtesy of webweaver.nu
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