Spirit of Service

Yesterday I had the opportunity to help a family move. I had a feeling that they would be moving but didn't know when. On Friday, I got teh call from another person in my neighborhood to let me know they would be moving on Saturday and would like some help to move stuff. I wasn't able to commit fully while talking to my neighbor but I kept getting this feeling that I needed to do it.

When Saturday came, I rode my bicycle over to her (the person moving) house at the desired time only to find out I was the second one there. I didn't take a car because it would have been in the way and I can't get a lot in my car anyways. After about 15 to 20 minutes of waiting in the cold the remainder of the neighbors who commited to help showed up. As we began to move the furniture, I began to feel that I'd made the right choice to be there to help. I could have easily stayed home instead.

Once all the trucks and trailers were loaded we all headed over to the storage unit to unload the vehicles, the sister of the person we were moving kept having doubts that all of the stuff would fit in the storage unit. My Bishop and I kept assuring her that everything would fit. We got the trailers unloaded and sent the other guys home to continue their daily plans, some were going to the Temple with the youth. Bishop and I continued to load the storage unit piecing all of the furniture and other things in until it was all in. Once we were done, the sister had just this overwelming happiness and sincere gratitude for our help. She just kept saying that she wouldn't have been able to get it all in by herself. It wasn't a problem for us, we've done this before with about the same amount of stuff.

On our way back to the house to pick up my bicycle and Bishops dolly, Bishop surprised me with another act of kindness and service, he stopped at Wendy's and bought lunch for everyone at the house still cleaning and getting the rest of the things needed out. A simple act of kindness to assist someone else greatly felt by all.

Bishop and I returned to my house and felt the Spirit so strong, we just talked about anything and everything that came to mind. Knowing that we performed a simple act of service without any compensation is the best feeling in the world.

The Spirit of Service is what we all should strive to do. If a person in your neighborhood needs assistance, forget yourself and lend a hand. You'll be rewarded far greater than any monentary compensation could ever be felt. My thoughts and feelings about the Spirit of Service.

It is, afterall, Just a Ramble.