Martina Devlin: Volunteering won't pay bills but it will lighten your spirit
I'M 16, wearing a brown and yellow school uniform, and trudging out to the local geriatric hospital: weighed down with the responsibility of shining some light into the lives of elderly people.
I want to do good works, I know I'm supposed to do works, but the burden of attempting to do good works is crushing me. Only one old lady will let me sit beside her and radiate benevolence -- the others complain about the interruption to their TV game shows.
"Will I go home now?" I bellow over the sound of 'The Golden Shot', well before time's up, and they brighten immediately.