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 nearsThat there's a special place in Heaven
Set aside for volunteers.
Furnished with big recliners,
Satin couches and footstools,
Where there's no committee chairman
No group leaders or carpools.
No eager team that needs a coach
No bazaar and no bake sale,
There will be nothing to staple
Not one thing to fold or mail.
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 privileged 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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1 comment:
Millie must have been a very special gal! Wonderful tribute to volunteers!
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