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My name is Robert Woodson or Bobby for short, allotted with many other nicknames but let’s not dwindle, because I could almost certainly write an entire essay on just nicknames; I am 19 years of age, and I regularly donate free time to helping out around the city. Some people refer to it as community “service,” or being guilted into helping others, and some even do it just to make there social appearance better. I can honestly smile and answer when the question, “Why do you do community service?” arises. I do community service, not because I have to, but because I want to. There’s no bigger pet peeve for me than to drive around town and noticing all the trash on the side of the roads, or seeing people suffer from lack of food because they don’t have the means to get a job. I am completely against giving homeless people money, or beggars for that matter, because then you don’t truthfully know if they are using your hard earned money on the supplies they need, not what they want(e.g drugs/alcohol/sex/etc.). Many people do good deeds for a wide variety of reasons. A good deed is helping someone without looking for a reward or a pat on the back. Think about how much one receives and consider volunteering to help someone, keep busy, repay a dept, or just for fun! No matter what, you will feel good after helping another. But as much community service as I do, I am here rewriting my paper on to an actual “good deed” that occurred on the way to class, Friday, February 20, 2009.
I was driving on the road next to Wal-Mart, and don’t ask me for the name, because I didn’t know it then, and I don’t know it now. It’s strange, because I only take this route on Fridays, because traffic is bad on the interstate around 12-1pm, and this is the only day I have class at that time. The whole situation now seems surreal, and like an act of fate. What if class had been cancelled? What if the traffic didn’t look so bad on the interstate that day? What if I had left the house...