standout volunteer

Saturday morning. When I stepped out of my door and felt the cool breeze hit my face while I was running for the bus, I wondered to myself how this day might shape up. After forty minutes of glancing out the bus window I had finally arrived. Before me lay a narrow walkway between two stores.
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