Very little just happens
Just changing to another chair, here in the house. I was in attendance (virtually) at a meeting of the local community group (My group). I’ve changed my role, from active to passive, which means that I get to sit silently and observe. Insight, for me, into just how much effort it takes to prepare anything that involves the general public.
Too easy John Q. Pubiic… to conclude that things “just happen” Things DON’T. You arrived at a destination nearyou, and the public restrooms were open. Earlier in the day, someone had unlocked the doors, done a quick policing of the facilities and then made sure the public could get in AND OUT. Doors break.
You arrived at a function, and there were souvenir cupcakes and flag pins? Someone had already thought that one through, arranged for delivieries, put someone beside the pin bowl to prevent that young visitor from filling a coat pocket.
Why do they bother? Because they can, mainly. The volunteer feels a sense of respobsiblity, without needing a recompense. No pay envelope. And they (the volunteers) come in all shapes and sizes. And ages. Impossible to define. And impossible to live without. I know. I’ve
You learned about an upcoming function, via social media or posted notices. That had already required input and conversation from a whole range of interested people. And on and on.
I salute those who volunteer for these things. Yes, volunteer. Unpaid expertise. Without those individuals, your life would lack something, dare I say it, public. And if the door gets locked, at night, someone else did their job.
