Being an impecunious young adult and having struggled with indigency, volunteers hip- especially when constructing another’s abode — has become especially pious to my very existentialism.
Wherein leveraging an old skillset that was harnessed decades ago has manifested in another shifting another’s paradigm, therein affecting trajectory and outlook on another’s life. Having a home is very important, and woodworking, within the purview of volunteership, is a beauty that all should consider.
Moreover, volunteership satiates the festering bug within my very ethos — one that’s become a somewhat nuanced itch that pesters as the realization for change is due. Having the power to affect change renders a unique feeling cognizant of resounding gratitude and solace.