Las Vegas....

So I went to Las Vegas this previous weekend. It was an amazing experience that ended up being something that I didn't enjoy. Let me explain.

Las Vegas in General:
Is a terrible city. It's nasty and smells like cigarettes everywhere. But that's not the full reason I didn't enjoy it.

Volunteer Work:
I know how awful this is going to sound... but I absolutely hate volunteer work. I don't know how to explain it. I hate seeing people in need, I hate seeing people who are going through a hard time. And it's not that I'm opposed to helping them or opposed to working with them. I just don't know how to respond to them. I know to show them love and understanding. The problem is, I don't want to give them my pity, but I don't know how to show love and understanding, in a way where they won't see me as judging them, because I'm not.

The other problem is I can't relate. I have been incredibly blessed in every aspect of my life. I have amazing family and friends. I have never gone hungry. I have never been left in the extreme cold or extreme heat to fend for myself. I've never wanted for anything. I've always had what I needed. These people haven't had that. They've fallen on hard times and are stuck in a rut where they can't seem to pull themselves out of. It's a weird experience to know what you're doing is right and good, but to feel so out of your element and miserable, because of your uncertainty.

But despite my awkwardness, uncertainty, and general dislike of the work, I'm going to continue to do these sorts of things. Because it's something that needs to be done and it's just... right.