I'm now back and recovered from a week of helping look after year 12 leavers. It's probably not hard to imagine that recruiting people to volunteer to clean up the vomit of Year 12 School Leavers who are drinking to excess is not the easiest task in the world.
What's more surprising perhaps, is how incredibly rewarding the experience always is not just for poor deranged me but all the volunteers who are involved. There is something great about the mix of people who are in a state that they are aware they have brought upon themselves and us, a group of people volunteering to be out in the middle of night helping in ways that many couldn't stomach. Often as people get better we are met with a barrage of thanks, praise and amazement.
Conclusion: Love is messy.
What's more surprising perhaps, is how incredibly rewarding the experience always is not just for poor deranged me but all the volunteers who are involved. There is something great about the mix of people who are in a state that they are aware they have brought upon themselves and us, a group of people volunteering to be out in the middle of night helping in ways that many couldn't stomach. Often as people get better we are met with a barrage of thanks, praise and amazement.
Conclusion: Love is messy.
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