This past weekend I had the amazing opportunity to attend my first New York Encounter. The friend I attended with had not actually invited me, I more tagged along with her, and her journey to the Encounter was filled with many hardships (as was mine, which I will share about possibly in another post). When a call for volunteers came through a few weeks before the event and my husband encouraged me to apply, I thought of the possibility that my friend might not make it, and figured that volunteering and having a job to do might make her feel more free to make a decision if she knew I wasn't depending on her to look after me. I also recalled a friend sharing about his experience of volunteering last year, and knew that it would be a positive experience.
