I've volunteered at the Family Support and Crisis Center here a few times. Working only 25 hours a week with nothing else to fill my time leaves me with a lot of time to kill. I figured I'd do something constructive during that time. So, I picked volunteering at the Crisis Center. I thought I'd get a good warm, fuzzy feeling from doing it. And I guess I do get a little of that but the worst part comes when I tell those kids I've been playing with that I'm leaving. It's heart-breaking to watch their faces fall. Because the last thing they need is someone else leaving them. I'm going to keep doing it, though, because I feel like I'm doing some good.