Last week I wrote about how volunteering can be critical for those going through depression. Helping others, I've learned, is a surprisingly powerful pathway to finding healing for oneself.
Many of you responded to last week’s letter with your own stories about how volunteering helped you through a hard season of life. And I LOVED reading them.
One customer's story really stood out to me because it concerned grief and suicide, two subjects that are close to my heart. Names have been omitted to protect privacy, but I hope her story can inspire you, wherever you are in your journey of healing.
Ten years ago my beloved sister committed suicide. I was bereft and couldn’t function. I started going to a soup kitchen to help out.
I couldn’t even say her name for years without crying.
A lovely older woman walked me over to the plastic silverware and taught me how to wrap them up in the napkins for our guests. She told me I was going to be alright. It’s taken ten years and I can say her name and remember her laugh and cherish each dime she leaves me to let me know she’s with me.
I still volunteer at the soup kitchen. These women and men have become a cherished group of friends. We support each other through life’s challenges and joys. We have been a great source of support to each other through the pandemic. Today we spent the day together enjoying the dahlias at a very special arboretum.
Thank you for your letter. It really helped crystallize what volunteering has meant to me.
I’m so grateful for this story. I cried reading it and I’m grateful for the woman who helped make a difference in a grieving woman’s life. What a beautiful picture of love.
If you're on the fence about it, let this be that little nudge for you to find your own way to volunteer and serve others. The impact may come in surprising ways.
Until next week,
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