One day at our church's Samaritan Ministry, I got a call from a man named Bob Gant. "I have some time on my hands and I'd like to volunteer," he said.
In his forties, Bob was younger than most of the Samaritans, but with his friendly manner, I thought he would be a natural for our Aid to the Sick program. I told him about a woman named Rosemary to church and the doctor too, carried her tray at what became "their" cafeteria. When he couldn't visit, he called. Bob's upbeat attitude rubbed off on everyone he came into contact with.
Unfortunately, his time with our group was too short. For do you know why Bob had extra time on his hands? He'd left his job because of terminal cancer. But he had some "good" days left, and he wanted to spend them helping others.