Stolen from Facebook.
I try to do all of these.
This reminds me, however, about a tipsy conversation I had with the husband not long ago, where I got all emotional when speaking about my time volunteering in the Big Sisters program during law school. I was the big sis to a little girl named Diamond who had a lot of shit on her plate. Dad in prison. Mom addicted to crack. She and six siblings living with a grandmother who had very little to spare. I spent one hour a week hanging out with her on Friday afternoons. We played in the computer lab, ate lunch, played basketball…whatever she wanted. She opened up to me about her life, and I encouraged her and guided her the best I could. At the end of the year, she gave me a little plastic pumpkin key fob, because I had told her I loved Halloween. She was a sweet girl with so much potential, and I think of her often. I hope I helped her, even in the smallest way, to see her potential. And maybe more importantly, I hope she felt seen and heard during our time together. Everyone deserves to be the focus every once in a while.
I need to get involved again. It has been too long.