It occurred to me that I’ve never really posted here about my experience as a volunteer at the National Runaway Switchboard, let alone post about why…

It occurred to me that I’ve never really posted here about my experience as a volunteer at the National Runaway Switchboard, let alone post about why I volunteer.   It’s difficult to write this post because I don’t believe that the forces that drive us to do something can ever fully be articulated. We can describe how something occurs, but we infrequently know the reasons behind an occurrence.   I could try to communicate to people that I volunteer because I want to help other youth through their crises, that by being a volunteer I am somehow a part of an organization that has contributed so much, but even that isn’t sufficient in expressing the depth of the motivation I feel.   I could attempt to probe even deeper into the human psyche to go as far as saying that what motivates me is what motivates humanity as a whole, that beneath our differences we are inclined to help each other, but that is a belief that can seem at best an idealistic perception.       But whatever it is that motivates me (which at the moment I’m unable to express) it is the very same motivation which propels me to continue to volunteer regardless of the disappointment that accompanies guilt when I find myself unable to provide help for a caller.   I continue on because I know that somewhere out there, our collective efforts here at NRS are being translated into making a difference in someone else’s life.   – Allyson