Volunteering Stories

Ebony* used to volunteer for a program I managed many years ago. She used to volunteer on Mondays and Fridays and was a committed, kind and friendly volunteer. Ebony would sign in for her shift every Monday morning in the sign in book which was next to my desk. On Monday mornings, like clockwork, she would sign in at 8am on the dot with a sigh and usually a comment and then head to her volunteering post. I would sometimes check on her during the day and she would as usual be doing her task with a big smile and she seemed to love her role. But the sigh in the morning intrigued me. Ebony would often comment that the weekend had gone too quickly or say something a little negative about Mondays.

I found this intriguing because in many presentations I did on volunteering I would say that one of the joys about working with volunteers was that you never came across the volunteer who was grumpy because it was a Monday or saying out loud at the end of the week “Thank God it’s Friday eh?”  

Ebony was an exception to this rule. And I heard many a “TGIF” coming from her lips on a Friday. From a volunteer. From a person who choose to be there on a Monday and a Friday! But it was Ebony’s routine and I would often engage her in it to her delight. Had I found a tape of the Boomtown Rats “I don’t like Mondays” I would have had it playing and she would have loved that! (yeah tape – it’s that long ago!)Ebony didn’t see herself as a volunteer per se ,you see, she saw herself as “one of the team” and she loved to fit in with the people around her which allowed her to continue her slight disdain for Mondays for the rest of her life! I loved it and it taught me valuable lessons about volunteer motivation and how so many different aspects can be the prime motivators for people to volunteer.

Last week I visited another place for a meeting where I had managed volunteers over 13 years ago. Sitting in their café memories came flooding back when I saw Alison* sitting in a table near me. Alison was a volunteer at this place when I first started working there 18 years ago. Living with a disability had never hindered Alison in her inspiring work. She had inspired me back then and now sitting opposite her I felt tears well in my eyes.

I left my table to stand near hers. She didn’t recognise me at first but as soon as I said her name and she heard my accent she was standing and hugging me. In fact the hugs kept coming! Alison informed me that she had now been volunteering there for 23 years.

These are volunteering stories. This is why I do what I do.

*Names have been changed