I was given the flyer two weeks in advance, and I was urged to come. I was a bit skeptical about a fundraising dinner, especially for Afghanistan’s cause. I didn’t like the fact that I would be sitting there watching and listening about the impovered and helpless people, and after the program dinner would be served. It seemed too selfish to me. The program was facilitated by Kansas City’s branch of a college student group. It was a social group I always knew I was going to join in college. When I was given the flyer I was told they still needed volunteers in hopes that it will be a very successful evening. I thought, sure sign me up, considering that since I would be going I’d be much more at ease helping during the night than just sitting in the audience. Luckily, I was also able

At the end of the night a stranger came up to me, smiling and showing so much appreciation, and gave me thanks for helping the night to be a successful one. I didn’t know at the moment, but he was the head of the college group. That’s when I really did realize it: Even though I couldn’t give any money, my contribution there did help. Some person out there in the world will now feel a difference, and I helped with that. That, on the end, gave me reassurance.

The program was a very informative one. One of the volunteers of the foundation who had gone and seen the situation of Afghanistan with his own eyes was the keynote speaker. I had heard of the situation there, of families living in the forest because their homes were bombed, having no shelter or food in the depths of a cold winter, and eating nothing but leaves to survive. However the program showed me more. The civilians barely had medical attention to help with m

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