I started volunteering again. When I think about what volunteering means to me, I fondly remember my grandma. Grandma Nancy was an influential proponent for the importance of volunteer work in one’s life. She made sure her grandchildren experienced various activities that gave back to the community, whether it be delivering ‘Meals on Wheels’ to the elderly or helping out at a soup kitchen at a local church. Grandma was privileged, yet she spent most of her time helping others.
I have been thinking a lot about the sentiment and motivation behind volunteer work. I have the time, the skills, the personality… but there is something else that I can’t quite pinpoint. You see, giving to others significantly gives back to me. I almost feel selfish volunteering because I love it so much; much more than any paid job I’ve ever had.
What is my volunteer work? I am tutoring English for a non-profit called Latino Community Association. I just have one student, Adriana, and I tutor her in English for one and a half hours every week. I’ve been doing this for a few months now. I get to speak and work on my Spanish, which I love. But there is also something about the Latino culture that feels very familiar and welcoming. Not only do I have an English student, but I have been invited to her children’s life events (birthday parties, communion at their church); in some unknown manner, I feel like family.
My English student inspires me. She shares books that she is reading that tell stories about women coming from nothing to overcoming great obstacles to succeed. Now I’m trying to read the same books in Spanish! Adriana asked for help making business cards for her cleaning services; she is determined to help her husband provide for her family. Through this amazing community that I have in Bend, my friends have helped me find cleaning jobs for Adriana. She is so grateful; I want her to work for lovely, good people. You see, when things like this happens, when we connect, help, empower, that is where the magic in this life presents itself. My cup fills up and runneth over.
When I returned back to the US from the Peace Corps, I received criticism for not seeking a more lucrative career path. I have a different viewpoint on the meaning of life; I value experiences, living a balanced life, and finding purpose in meaning through outdoor/travel adventures and continuous learning. I value the good people that I surround myself with and how I chose to live the gift of life; I could careless about what others have or think. I just don’t care.
Had I not been a Peace Corps volunteer, I probably wouldn’t be volunteering for LCA. The Peace Corps built my confidence, honed my language skills, enhanced my intercultural communication, bridged understanding, and exposed me to some of the poorest, happiest people I had ever seen. Experiences like the Peace Corps make you think more about the big picture of the reality of the rest of the world. So I couldn’t be more thrilled to find an organization to support and be involved with; even though it has been a journey since I returned to the US to find something like LCA, it all makes so much sense to me.
Last week I really wanted to go to the Dia de Los Muertos celebration at LCA, but I was feeling hesitant mostly because I didn’t know what it was going to be like and if I would know anyone. I wavered back and forth, back and forth. I decided to go. I must have arrived looking lost and wide-eyed; the sweetest abuelita greeted me at the door and gave me a tour of the evening activities. I made a marigold crown (cempasĂșchil) to wear on my head as part of the celebratory adornment. Ironically I chatted with two folks who met as Peace Corps volunteers in the 80’s or 90’s. I ran into a woman that I had met at Adriana’s daughter’s birthday party and she introduced me to her family. As much as I hated to go alone, I did it and had a wonderful experience. My fellow RPCV (Returned Peace Corps Volunteer), Wendy, reminded me that I “… spent two years of my life preparing for moments like this!” I laughed so hard when she sent me that text. She was so right. I spent two years of my life feeling completely out of place, uncomfortable, and alone in Paraguay. I should be a pro at navigating new situations!
There is something special about volunteering through another language and culture. You feel a sense of connection through something you have in common and you learn from each other. I have a tendency to be drawn to those who speak another language: my Argentinian coworker, a customer-now-friend who is in her late 70s, my landlord who is 80 who teaches English at LCA, too! Call it what you want, but I see sparkle dust and magic all around me when moments like these happen.
Who would have thought that the Peace Corps would still be one of the best decisions I ever made in my life? Who would have thought that it would propel me forward, almost ten years later, and help me find that warm fuzzy feeling inside when times are challenging.
I am afraid to jinx myself again by mentioning it, but Paraguay and Apyragua is in the future, almost ten years since I have come back to the US…