A Special Volunteer

Though she never excelled in music, athletics

Or any of those other roads to fame,

In our town, she is very, very special.

Dorothy never went to school beyond eighth grade.

Yet, somehow, she learned all the skills

She needed to handle problems large or small.

Everyone in the town knew who Dorothy was.

Need some sugar? Here, take this bowlful home.

She volunteered to do all the cooking

When we had the fundraiser

For the volunteers’ uniforms.

Remember when she got that bad curve repaired?

That county commission sure got mad at her.

That stormy winter night her neighbor, Mary Jo,

Took sick and Dorothy rushed her to the hospital?

She got there just in time, in spite of icy roads.

She brushed aside all offers of reward, saying,

“Hon, I was only helping a good neighbor. Hon.”

How often did she help you in some way?

When I cut my finger playing mumbly-peg,

She bandaged it so well that it quit hurting.

My friend Billy got his wagon repaired

And little Joey Adams, such a poor baseball player,

Got to play the year she managed the team.

All of this because our Dorothy cared so much

About her neighbors and her friends.

She would volunteer whatever needed doing.

Don’t you wish your town had a Dorothy, too?

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