Catholic Heart Work Camp
The seven of us chatted nervously about what we were going to encounter as the van slowed down and stopped in front of a small, run down, ivy covered house. The only information we were given regarding our work site was that the couple that lived here had no relatives to help them and their money was sparse. The woman had a terminal illness and her husband had taken a leave of absence from his job to take care of her. We piled out of the van and observed our surroundings. My team had nominated me to be the greeter so I made my way to the front door. I stumbled on the cracked walkway leading to the porch and climbed the decaying steps. The wood on the porch bent with every step I took and I held my breath hoping it would hold me. Butterflies filled my stomach as I reached through the torn screen and knocked on the mildew covered door. An old man looking tired and sad opened the door just a crack. I introduced myself and team and told him we represented a group called Catholic Heart Work Camp. We were going to do as much as we could to clean up and repair his house and yard. He smiled ever so slightly and said he was expecting us and to let him know if we needed anything. We unloaded our tools from the van, decided on w
This experience, and many others I have had by participating in community service projects, has truly made me a much more compassionate person. Whether I was teaching Religious Education class, playing games at Vacation Bible Camp, helping kids with homework in a homeless shelter or just sitting and talking to a resident of a senior citizen’s center, I always came away with more that I had given. I know no matter how little we think we have, we always have something we can share with someone else. Although we tend to pray for things we don’t have and for times to get better, I try to remember to thank the Lord for what I do have and for how lucky I am to have had the opportunity to see through the eyes of others. We then finished our projects, cleaned up, loaded the van, and went to the door to say goodbye. As I knocked for the last time, my heart was filled with awe for this man who gave so lovingly of himself to his wife. He shuffled out onto the porch and with tears in his eyes, thanked us again. We all hugged him and told him we would pray for his wife and thanked him for giving us a gift by sharing a part of his life with us. We drove back to our camp site very quietly as we were all reflecting on what we had gained the past week. I couldn’t help but think of a quote that I had read many times. “To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.” On the last day, we arrived and felt a true sense of accomplishment when we looked at the house. We noticed the old man standing outside and went to say good morning to him. He turned and greeted us with a smile and extended a shaky hand to our adult leader. He was so thankful for all we had done. We asked him to join us later to share a prayer before we had lunch. We all found things to finish up and the morning breezed by. Just
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Heart Camp,
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Bible Camp,
Religious Education,
shaky hand,
lovingly wife,
looking window,
adult leader,
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