One warm afternoon when I was volunteering at my church’s annual Bible school and herding children to lunch, I heard a friend mutter a statement that has stuck with me. “I’d rather kill myself than have to go to Kids Against Hunger this Saturday.” He isn’t a bad person. He doesn’t hate helping others. But he was onto something. Somewhere along the line, community service has become a measurable metric with the sole purpose of being plastered on…
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