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Offering a hand...
Cars screeching, doors creaking, foot steps booming as we marched into the front 
 
 door of Beatitude. The host and residents graciously welcomed us into their property 
 
 with open arms. They served us cinnamon sticks, cakes, and delicious hot cups of coffee. 
 
 When we scribbled our name on the sign in sheet, we made a commitment to serve and 
 
 beautify the community. 
 
 I got into groups of five, which included Emerson, Debre, Paul, 
 
 and Sally, and we hastily got to work. Coughing heavily, we patiently picked up scattered 
 
 garbage on the non-hygienic ground, filled with caution tape, cigarette butts, and plastic 
 
 dishes. The ground is littered with used and filthy rubbish which was carelessly tossed by 
 
 others. Minutes went by; our face was drenched with sweat while our body was heated 
 
 with work. We finally finished the job. Beatitude staff and residents are very thoughtful 
 
 and graceful. They offered us a hand when we were exhausted and water for refreshment. 
 
 After we cleaned up the unsanitary ground, we were dutied to sweep the street and 
 
 parking lot. As we swept the street, the wind gave multiple whistles which sprinkled 
 
 leaves all over the ground. Rapidly, we challenged the wind's might and regrouped the 
 
 leaves and discarded them. Backs bending, our spine was depleted in strength, however, 
 
 our work ethic kept us moving. 
 
 At midday, our job was to pick oranges. Branch 
 
 whipping, we playfully ripped the fruits from its trees. Bloop,bloop,bloop, oranges were 
 
 plumetting like raindrops during a heavy storm. We must pick up the colorful fruits and 
 
 put them in a recycled trash bad. Cleverly, Emerson suggested that we knock the oranges 
 
 down by tossing objects at them. Hooray, the plan worked and we swiftly finished our 
 
 task. Near the end of the service, my stomach roared like a wild bear and my lips were 
 
 chapped dry. Like a bolt of lightning, I felt the satisfaction of making a difference. I felt 
 
 appreciated from the back straining work that I have put in. Without a doubt, I absolutely 
 
 love the joy and feeling of helping and caring for the community. I came to the 
 
 realization that helping others does not always require money; it requires a heart and a 
 
 will to make a difference.
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