Day 7

Today was my last visit. Everybody there, Paul, Carol, Daniel and all the others wished me well and said that they would miss me. I think that I’ll volunteer at the PNC again sometime. It really is a wonderful place to work, full of bright spirits and positive energy. I can see why most of the volunteers seem to consider it a full time job and come in everyday; it’s fun and you’re helping a lot of people. We didn’t have a lot of work today and only a few customers. I vividly remember one woman who donated though. She had a thick, plaster cast on her foot and spoke with a strong, no nonsense tone. Her arms were heavily muscled, as were her legs, like she spent all day in the gym. Her jaw continuously worked at a piece of chewing gum, chomping down on it with a vengeance. She donated a lot of Ziploc baggies and wrapping paper, which was appreciated. I loved working at the PNC, and will definitely return someday.