JUSTaMOMENTinTIME: fourth

________There's a feeling that you get when you help someone who truly neds that help. It's a feeling that nears unexplainable, but I'll give it a shot anyways.
________The man whose house Ben's group went to was incredibly nice and well mannered, which was a bit far from how he was explained by the charity service. He spoke to the group and I often, and thanked us numerous times. Every time he thanked us, a feeling arose inside me. This feeling overpowered the exhaustion of lifting heavy objects, breathing in vast amounts of dust, and searching for spare boxes in the Ace Hardware dumpster. To be completely honest, I wasn't too thrilled about the charity work at the beginning. I was very nervous, because I thought I wouldn't be able to help as much as I might want to, or that I wouldn't be able to meet the expectations of others in my group or at the house. The main reason I was happy to help, in the beginning, was because it would give me hours of community service, and future employers would be ecstatic if they saw that, but it became so much more. It wasn't about the hours, it was about the feeling. I could say it again and again (and again,) that feeling was amazing. To be completely cliché, it warmed my heart, and I felt as though I was on top of the world. This is the first time in my life that I truly felt that something I did impacted the community, but, here at PSEC, I'm sure it won't be my last.