Dark times have fallen in the kingdom. As I trek past the zenith of my experience in the Johnson Service Corps, it becomes clear that the very foundation of our future hangs by the tenuous thread. As a non-profit that sends interns into other non-profits, we see just about everything except for money. How shall we support our beloved citizens fighting in the strata of a post-feudal nightmare without funding? If only the world could know the work we're doing. We run the gamut from sweeping floors, absorbing wisdom, and cherishing human value. We challenge the juggernaut of social service paperwork with the mop of justice.
Like any true knight, my quest has changed me indelibly. At the dawn of my journey, I was still marked by foolishness and superficiality. I was but a dewey-eyed knave. But nothing teaches emotional maturity like a house full of interns and the intention to grow. Now that I've earned my boots, I aim to challenge the monstrous serpent of a 5K.
So search deep into your heart. Think of all that my beloved housemates and I wish to bring to our communities. Think of our personal and spiritual growth. Think of all the food we still need to buy. And most of all imagine my underused physique moving faster than a walk over a long period of time.
I ask that you support, in whatever way you are willing and able, this program which teaches young adults lessons never brought into the educational system.