Volunteerism is like this: Rewarding Experience

2. a personally rewarding experience. learn about yourself ? (1900 characters)

Rewarding Volunteering

The first time I gave blood, I knew my reason well. It was in time when a few hundred dollars made next month's rent. I was a pharmaceutical research project that paid anyone healthy in exchange to try experimented drugs and let them draw my blood several times a day. I didn't think that was so difficult until I fainted on the third day. Fortunately they were sympathetic enough and sent me home with some compensation. But when the 9/11 attacks occurred, I was very distraught at the sight of the victims and this incident confirmed my growing sense of need for human connection. But inflicted with my own financial and family issues, I couldn't contribute anything despite all the good intentions. This was the reason why I started donating blood; even if I may not possess the charitable assets of a millionaire or a doctor, I see this response as my connection with the anonymous recipient. My dedication to donating has been changed as I gain more insights into the medical field. As a previous emergency room volunteer and a compassionate student, I've learned about the importance of blood transfusions and how often it can save life. A small prick and an hour of my time is another way to make a difference in someone's life. I strongly believe that we are here as a community, and that we should help each other out. Since then, I have been standing in line every 8 weeks to donate a pint of blood. They would ask me the same inane questions about having sex with infected prostitutes or cavorting with the mad cows. As a matter of fact, I, too, face a fear of needles. I often get stuck improperly and multiple positions because of my thin veins. And yes, I have been deferred for a low iron level on many occasions. These circumstances have never stopped me from donating.

It's one of my purest sincere personal acts and I do it without an applauding crowd or acknowledgement. In fact the most rewarding gift was 4 years later when I received a letter stating, "thank you, your blood has save three lives." Regardless of this insignificant statistics, I literally believe in rolling up my sleeve bimonthly and donating blood. It doesn't matter if I may be a boss or secretary, rich or poor, black or white; I still sit in the same chairs while my arm is swab with the same iodine. And despite how athletic or out of shape I may be, I can only give a pint. I may have nothing more common than the Type A+ blood I share with my recipient, but my part matters and it's this pure charity and unaffected by the transitory clutter of civilization that I value. Volunteerism is like this. I want to overcome stereotypes by changing one person at a time, and I will eventually become that person no matter the outcome.

The charitable assets of a doctor?


What are these stereotypes you speak of...


Of course you knew your reason...


This sentence is confusing. Doees this mean that you signed to be a guinea pig for your rent?


Who is they?


Your growing sense of need for human connection. What made you want to connect to the victims that you had no relationship to?


One of the purest acts? What made it pure?

Your essay has a lot of grammatical errors but I won't dive into that.

Um, where to start . . . try going through and replacing weak verbs with stronger ones, and cut back on the word count, saying everything you do now in about 2/3 of the space. And as you revise like this, make sure that everything you say is clearly expressed, and isn't likely to have any unintentionally humorous effects on the reader.

I think this essay has promise. I like its sincerity and unique viewpoint. I even like the line about infected prostitutes and mad cows. But, if you are going to use this essay, you absolutely must make it grammatically impeccable. At present, you have some very basic verb errors. For example:

I still sit in the same chairs while my arm is swabbed with the same iodine.

"thank you, your blood has saved three lives."

While I was reading this essay, it was like I could almost visualize someone sitting down infront of me and telling me this. It is a really heart-felt essay. As mentioned before by others, just work on your verbs and make sure revise your work, scanning for any error, before posting.

Its not even 1900 words!!!

1900 characters...not words.