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Everything Changes When You Volunteer with Your Kids

Thursday, September 23rd, 2010

Maureen Byrne, Director, Youth and Family Engagement, generationOn

I love to be around babies.  Coming from a family of nine children, I spent a good amount of time taking caring of babies and became a sought after babysitter in my neighborhood because of my experience.   My daughter developed a similar love for babies holding and cuddling her 16 cousins.   Later, in middle school, my daughter became a certified Red Cross babysitter.  She quickly whipped up a resume, and made flyers announcing her passion, experience and availability but she was too young to take care of babies on her own and had no customers.  By high school, all of her cousins had grown up and she routinely lamented the fact that there were no more babies to hold.

When she found out that we could volunteer at a home that helps homeless teen moms with newborns, she jumped at the chance.  It was a shared interest and the time worked for both of us — early evening.  It was not too far away.  As a working mom, I can always use more opportunities to spend “quality time” with my teenage daughter.   For two hours each week, we held and fed the teen mom’s babies.  Unlike me, my daughter liked changing diapers!  At the end of the evening, she reported to the moms how “it” went and they appreciated her comments about their adorable and well-behaved babies.

By volunteering together, my daughter learned more than what it means to care for a newborn.  She learned how helping others can be transformative.  She developed confidence in herself and her abilities.  She encouraged a few of her friends to join her and demonstrated leadership by advising the other teen sitters.  I appreciated the interaction she had with the older teen moms from diverse socio-economic backgrounds.  I noticed the way my daughter felt needed, that her efforts were valued.    Volunteering together and knowing it provided a meaningful service for the moms, who had to go to class or work as a requirement to live at the home brought us closer together.  Our discussions about the babies, their moms, their parenting styles and the difficulties of being a teen mom made me feel closer to my daughter.

Our experience made me realize that volunteering with your kids has big benefits.  It teaches children the values of kindness, compassion, tolerance and community responsibility.  Family members use their talents to work on an issue they feel passionate about and feel valued for their contributions.  It strengthens communication and allows family members to be role models.  It builds shared memories.   It helps your community. ( and it is fun!)

To make the most out of volunteering as a family, check out these tips:

  • Find a volunteer activity that fits your family’s interests, schedules and that the kids can help plan.
  • Start small.  Consider a one-time event such as Family Volunteer Day or a short-term activity, before making a long-term commitment.
  • Find out what’s expected.   Ask about age requirements, safety considerations, and appropriate dress.  Attend orientation or training sessions if offered.
  • Show up on time.  Be ready to do what is needed.
  • Be patient with small children and keep them involved by praising their efforts.
  • Afterwards, talk about the experience on your drive home or during a family meal. Talk about what you did, why you did it, how it felt, and what you learned.  Celebrate your efforts. It will make all of you feel like doing it again.
  • Keep a family-volunteering scrapbook or create a family volunteering calendar. Get input from all family members in planning future activities.
  • Encourage other families you know to participate with you.

The experience of spending time with my daughter doing something we both enjoyed, worked well for both of us.

And now, she has more babysitting offers than her teenage social life permits!

Want to try family volunteering?

  • Call your department of social services to learn about your community’s needs.
  • Check out FamilyCares for family friendly project ideas.
  • Go to Kids Care Clubs learn how you can start a service club with your children and their peers.
  • Check out Doing Good Together’s family service ideas.
  • Find a HandsOn Action Center near you for volunteer activities and other resources for family volunteering .

This post was originally published as a guest post on Blogher.com.

A Generation of Kindness

Tuesday, September 14th, 2010

by Jeff Parness, Founder and Chairman, The New York Says Thank You Foundation

Nine years ago, terrorists might have taken away from us one day — 9/11.

But over the weekend, Americans showed who we are and what we are made of.

We are a resilient and a compassionate Nation.

Let us never forget.

Last weekend, hundreds of volunteers with New York Says Thank You Foundation helped rebuild the tornado ravaged community of Mena, Arkansas.

We rebuilt three homes and a community center in a weekend.

As we get farther away from 9/11 – our volunteer projects to honor the sense of kindness that united our Nation on this National Day of Service and Remembrance keeps  getting larger.

The nationwide restoration effort of The National 9/11 Flag featured on NBC Nightly News here, our upcoming 10th Anniversary project, and the release of the New York Says Thank You film in 2011 that will inspire millions of young people and parents that a 5-year-old boy’s idea can grow into a national movement and teach generations of children about 9/11 through the filter of kindness and humanity all illustrate that we have only just begun.

Keep the spirit of service alive.

Share the story with your friends, family, and colleagues.

Sponsor A Stitch in the National 9/11 Flag or Nominate a Service Hero or make a donation to support our continuing work by clicking here.

We are committed to keep going.

From one day of terror, a Generation of Kindness.

That is our new goal.

“Volunteers help keep alive all that is the best in America.”

– ABC World News Tonight 9/11/09

Reflections on 9/11

Friday, September 10th, 2010

"volunteer"By, Meg Moloney, Senior Director, Programs, New York Cares

I was at the New York Cares office in Union Square on the morning of 9/11. Like many others in NYC, as word spread we went outside to see what was going on. We looked down Broadway and saw people coming north as the second tower fell in the distance. The subways were closed, downtown became a “frozen zone”, and there was nothing to do but break into groups and walk home.

As my colleagues and I crossed the Williamsburg Bridge, we talked to each other and to total strangers, trying to make sense of events. It was a hot day. When we got to the Brooklyn side of the bridge, a small group of New Yorkers handed cups of water from the back of a pick-up truck to people trying to get home. This simple gesture brought relief to many and even tears to some. As I approached the impromptu aid station I remembered how 10 years before there had been serious racial tensions and violence not far from that spot. A lot had changed since 1991 and it was heartening to see residents from every part of the neighborhood working together to distribute water to the diverse and ragtag river of people walking by. Everyone seemed to feel a sense of togetherness about the experience. It made a world of difference to those of us with long walks still ahead and helped us put one foot in front of the other and keep going.

By the next day one thing was clear, the spontaneous goodwill of handing out water was not an anomaly. New Yorkers and people around the country – and the world – were responding to 9/11 by asking “what can I do to help.” New York Cares’ phones rang off the hook. Thousands of people came to us to volunteer—saying over and over that they wanted to find a way to do something positive in response to the tragedy. Many thousands of New Yorkers offered to help, as did people from California and Texas, and even Australia and Brazil.

In the days and weeks that followed we coordinated tens of thousands of volunteers around the city. They packed donated supplies for relief workers, prepared food at aid stations, and stood cheering at “Point Thank You”—a place just north of Ground Zero where volunteers let weary relief workers coming off their shifts know how grateful we were for their extraordinary efforts. In fact, it seemed everyone involved kept thanking each other—volunteers thanked first responders—first responders thanked volunteers. In the midst of unfathomable sadness, countless acts of generosity gave us strength.

I still work for New York Cares. I love working at an organization that makes it possible for New Yorkers to volunteer, to care for each other, and to make the city stronger. I am so proud that one of our first and strongest reactions to that tragic day was to help each other. It’s something I hope we never forget.

Fond Farewells from Departing AmeriCorps Members

Monday, September 6th, 2010

Four talented AmeriCorps members just ended their year of service with Volunteer San Diego. We loved their end of the year reflections – especially Gypsy’s remark about all the new acronyms she learned – so funny and so true!!  These were originally posted on the Volunteer San Diego Blog. Enjoy!

“If you had asked me last year what I hoped to accomplish during my term as an AmeriCorps VISTA at Volunteer San Diego, I would have answered in terms of small goals. I initially hoped to improve my public speaking skills and gain experience in the San Diego nonprofit community. I achieved these goals and more. I helped implement an orientation for community organizations, collaborated with community members to improve volunteer programs, and gained confidence as a nonprofit professional. I am completing my term with the self-assurance that my hard work has made a meaningful difference at Volunteer San Diego, and in the greater community. I am incredibly grateful for all of the wonderful opportunities that AmeriCorps and Volunteer San Diego have given me in this life-changing year.”  –Jennie McDonald, AmeriCorps VISTA – Community Organization Liaison.

“As my term of AmeriCorps service comes to a close, I have many reasons to be grateful for the experience of working at Volunteer San Diego.  As a previous office volunteer for Volunteer San Diego and Serve-a-thon Committee Member, I thought I knew a lot about how much work the staff handled and how the organization was run.  Once I became part of the staff, I realized how much I had not been aware of and how motivated the staff is on a daily basis to accomplish all that is humanly possible to make this the best organization it can be. Thank you Volunteer San Diego for guiding, encouraging, and helping me stretch in ways I had not imagined possible!” – Sharon Lynn, AmeriCorps Member – Volunteer Relations Coordinator.

“This is my second year, well spent, with AmeriCorps VISTA. I began my work in Iowa in response to the historic floods of 2008. Working for AmeriCorps has been the most rewarding work I have ever done in my life, so I decided to continue in service of my country. AmeriCorps VISTA gave me the tools and the chance to go to San Diego and do meaningful work for Volunteer San Diego. In turn Volunteer San Diego has enabled me to develop my professional skills and provide me with a firm foundation in San Diego, which I am proud to call my new home. I am excited to continue in service to my new community! Also, no offense to my hometown, but I love this land without snow!” - Nate Kieso, AmeriCorps VISTA – Community Organization Liaison.

It is somewhat overwhelming to look back at everything I’ve learned during my AmeriCorps year. Aside from picking up enough acronyms to fill a word-of-the-day desk calendar, I gained experience in writing press releases, recruiting and training volunteers, and working with governmental and non-governmental organizations in the disaster arena. I developed a social media plan and documented processes for Emergency Volunteer Centers. I have been given the chance to improve my public speaking skills and represent the program and organization.

I appreciate the opportunities Volunteer San Diego has given me as well as all the help and support I have received from staff, Disaster Cadre volunteers, and fellow AmeriCorps members. It has been an honor and pleasure to work with such an innovative, energetic, and motivated group of people!” – Gypsy Walukones, AmeriCorps Member – Disaster Outreach Coordinator.

Taking the First Step

Friday, September 3rd, 2010

by Michelle Nunn, CEO, Points of Light Institute and Co-Founder, HandsOn Network

My work with HandsOn Network is to help people begin their service journey.

I have led orientations for thousands of individuals who have decided to take the first step to make a difference.

Their specific reasons for wanting to serve are extremely varied, but common themes emerge at every orientation.

“I want to do something that is larger than myself, to make the community better, to find something that is truly meaningful in my life.”

“I want to get to know others in the community who share my values for giving back.  I want to feel like I’m part of the community.”

Sometimes volunteers are motivated by a specific event.

When I talked to volunteer responding in the wake of 2005′s Hurricane Katrina, they often said things like,

“I just knew I had to be apart of this.”

When they saw images of people suffering, they felt that they must act.

Many acted on impulse, driving hundreds or thousands of miles into an unknown situation to find a way to serve.

Everyone that I spoke with expressed passion and gratitude that they took that first stip.

While your service journey may begin with uncertainty, you will find confidence and fulfillment as you proceed.

As one volunteer once said to me,

“I am always glad I came.”

Take the first step…

M.N.

I’ll Be Back

Sunday, August 29th, 2010

By Bill Goslin, Davis Vision, Ballston Lake, New York

"Volunteer New Orleans"I heard about HandsOn New Orleans from Joan and Harry Thornhill, members of our church, who volunteered in Biloxi in February 2006. Joan and Harry sent daily emails back to us describing their work and experiences. Knowing that I was a “jack of all trades” they thought I should go down and help out.

I took two weeks vacation from my job and found myself in New Orleans at the end of April. The city I found was truly devastated with blue tarps on roofs, abandoned buildings, piles of debris, hundreds of abandoned cars, flooded homes for miles and whole neighborhoods destroyed. There was much work to be done.

Photo by Ethan Bagley

Although I traveled to New Orleans by myself, I quickly made friends with the staff and other volunteers. Meeting so many folks, from all over the world, who were also there to help was very gratifying to me personally. The volunteer headquarters was simple yet functional with an air conditioned bunk room, great dinners from the church kitchen, hot showers and wireless Internet access to communicate with the folks at home.

I went on my first “house gutting” job in a middle class neighborhood of ranch homes. I was given a sledgehammer and crow bar then began to work on pulling moldy sheetrock and insulation down from ceilings. This was hard hot dirty work but when we were done the inside of the house was transformed; it reminded me of a new house under construction – bare studs waiting for new sheetrock.

I have spent many years as a volunteer fireman and asked if anyone had heard of “pike pole” a tool used by the fireman to pull down sheetrock. This tool has a long pole and would make the “gutting” work a lot easier and much quicker. No one had heard of the tool so after leaving New Orleans I found the tools and got them to New Orleans. Akron Brass Company, of Arkron Ohio, donated the first poles with just a phone call.

"Volunteer Disaster Relief New Orleans"I had the opportunity to work on restoring a Jazz Venue in New Orleans called the “mother in law lounge” named after the hit single written by Ernie Ka-Doe in 1961. Ernie past away a few years ago and his wife, Antoinette Ka-Doe, had been running the lounge until Katrina when she was pulled from the roof of the lounge by a helicopter. We arrived one morning with a truck load of building materials and began work.

It was a pleasure to get to know Antoinette and the many members of the “New Orleans Jazz family” who stopped by to thank us for our efforts. I might mention that Miss Antoinette is a great cook and while volunteering we ate authentic new Orleans treats like poboy sandwiches, red beans and rice, jambalaya and crawfish. I look forward to someday visiting the lounge, sipping a beer and listing to some New Orleans Jazz.

I enjoyed the hard work, the fellow volunteers and the HandsOn New Orleans folks who make it all happen. I urge anyone with some spare time to volunteer with HandsOn New Orleans. The experience is life changing; helping others who are in need is very rewarding.

As Arnold would say;

“I’ll be back!”

Bill Goslin lives in Ballston Lake New York, a suburb of Albany, with his wife and two sons; Jacob (9 years old) and Simon (7 years old).  He works for a company called Davis Vision where he manages their telecommunications systems.

Photographic Memories: Katrina Volunteers & Disaster Relief

Sunday, August 29th, 2010

by Chris de Veer, former Volunteer & Director of Hands On Gulf Coast (2006 – 2008)

It’s been five years since Hurricane Katrina slammed into the Gulf Coast inflicting tens of billions of dollars in damages and upending the lives of hundreds of thousands of people.

The tragedy that unfolded on national television compelled hundreds of thousands of people across the US to volunteer their time, their money, and their skills to help rebuild the Gulf Coast.

I was one of those who volunteered. Katrina had struck my family. Although my immediately family lived in Virginia, my grandma, who was 83 at the time, as well as aunts, uncles, and cousins lived in and around New Orleans.

No one was injured, but my grandma and an uncle lost their houses to flooding and muck. Going to help with the recovery felt less like volunteering and more like doing what needed to be done.

I landed in Biloxi, Mississippi in mid-January 2006; my initial three-week volunteer trip turned into a two-and-a-half year experience.

The impressions and the scope of my early days volunteering still resonate starkly.

When I first arrived on a plane into Gulfport, I was picked up at the airport and we  headed back to what was affectionately called ‘Base’, or the volunteer warehouse as I also liked to think of it.

I couldn’t help but notice all the blue-tarped roofs.

They were everywhere and the blue stood in stark contrast to the brown-ish drab of winter.

Despite coming in by plane, I had no idea how far the damage stretched or how thorough some neighborhoods had been decimated.

"disaster relief"The first neighborhood I visited was East Biloxi, home to many Vietnamese and African Americans.

The job the volunteer team needed to accomplish was to clean up the site of a former building.

I’m not even sure what was there, but from the debris it appeared to be some sort of a shop and residence.

There was little left, but the toilet had not been damaged. It sat in the open.

As we collected garbage into piles, we found items that someone might want to salvage – nail polish, statues, and a small photo album.

I don’t remember the content of the photo album, but I do remember those photos making the horror of the loss very real and very present.

We have photos to remind us of good times, to remind us of loved ones. And here those special memory triggers were, lying in a pile of garbage that would wind up in a land fill. The photos put faces to the ethereal family that had lived or worked here.

"volunteer"Two years before Katrina, I visited my Grandma, pulled out her photo albums, scanned in every photo, made a database, and asked her to identify everyone in every photo, estimate when the photo was taken, and describe what was going on.

Most photos had a story or triggered a memory that led to a smile.

Who knew that in two years (from August 2003 to August 2005), these scanned photos would be one of the few records of my grandma’s 59 years in her Gulf Coast home?

Who knew that a lifeless husk of a house would greet me the next time I visited.

Who knew I would lose the home where I had lived during first grade, the home where my Dad grew up, the home where my grandmother lived ever since she emigrated from Scotland to marry my granddad after World War II.

Even though my family had cleaned up a bit and tried to salvage some items from the Katrina muck, the house was still a wreck.

My grandma showed me her neighborhood.

Few people were around.

She took me to St Raphael’s, where I went to first grade, and I saw the empty halls that still bore the high-water mark of stagnant Katrina water.

She then took me to Ferrara’s, her grocery store, where I remember having the most delicious French bread.

No one had even cleaned out the meat refrigerators or touched the shelves.

The stench of rot was overpowering.

All across her neighborhood, an eerie quiet had settled.

We didn’t even need to look for traffic when we made our turns. We had the roads to ourselves.

A few weeks later, a group of volunteers went to my grandma’s to gut the place and get it ready for rebuilding.

Although it was gutted in a day, it took another two years to get any money from the Road Home Fund for rebuilding.

The Road Home was Louisiana’s program to disburse federal rebuilding funds to qualified homeowners.

In 2008 when she received her money, my grandma found another house near an uncle in Covington.

The house on Peoples Avenue in Gentilly would sit another two years before my youngest uncle would have the opportunity to begin to rebuild.

I know my grandmother was lucky compared to many other victims of Katrina.

My family was able to provide a safety net for my grandma and helped her into a new house within months of the storm’s passing.

Others on the Gulf Coast were not so lucky.

At Hands On Gulf Coast, we made a point of finding families that other organizations could not help, particularly when it came to rebuilding homes.

We sent volunteers to tutor kids in schools, to clean up parks, to work with the Boys and Girls Club, to even micro-chip pets.

There wasn’t a job our volunteers wouldn’t do.

From January 2006 through May 2008, I saw volunteers and the community slowly and steadily reweave the tapestry of Gulf Coast life.

Schools, parks, homes, businesses, restaurants, and stores all showed signs coming back to life.

I am proud of the thousands who volunteered with us.

I’m proud of the volunteers who joined AmeriCorps or became staff members at Hands On or other community nonprofits.

I hope a disaster like Katrina never happens in the region again, but I know that should it, hundreds of thousands more volunteers will come down to help with the recovery.

What Katrina Relief Gave Back

Saturday, August 28th, 2010

"Volunteer Disaster Relief"by Kellie Bentz, Director of Development, Bayou District Foundation;  Former Executive Director, HandsOn New Orleans

I was having dinner tonight with friends and joking about how I am still here in New Orleans almost five years after my initial visit following the storm.

I originally signed a six week contract to start a “disaster response project” in New Orleans and I find myself still living in New Orleans here.

It is true…this place sticks to you.

I remember the early days of starting this disaster response project, HandsOn New Orleans, in the wake of Katrina with my buddy and colleague, Greg.

"Volunteer Disaster Relief"I don’t think either of us truly knew what we were in for…and I think back and cannot believe that there were people from our national office that believed we had the capacity and ability to accomplish what we accomplished.

After six weeks, Greg had to go back to Atlanta and I looked around and there was no one else to lead the charge…so while I thought at the time my six weeks might turn into three months those six weeks turned in to three and a half years with HandsOn New Orleans.

I look back at that time and could tell you stories that only those that were there can actually believe.

I never would have imagined I would have worked with a team to build 100 bunk beds, and build out a facility that would house thousands of individuals from around the world ready, willing and wanting to “serve.”

I feel truly blessed to have had moments where I would be standing among the hundreds of volunteers and feeling chills, feeling grounded, feeling connected.

What I realized after meeting so many people who came to “Serve” was that most people were looking for a way to “connect” with other human beings in a way that was meaningful.

There are so many stories of individuals that felt their lives had truly changed after spending one week in New Orleans, one week in the bunk house, one week serving with their fellow man/woman.

Some of the most meaningful relationships in my life today came from this experience.

It is true when people say that usually the one serving gets more out of the experience than the one being served.

The entire city of New Orleans is a testament to that.

"Volunteer Disaster Relief"So many people have come from around the world and either come back multiple times or have decided to make New Orleans their home.

So much of my experience in New Orleans has been shaped by the people who have walked into my life or who I have been blessed to have shared moments with…one of those very special people who I will always remember is Ms. Antoinette K-doe. HandsOn volunteers helped rebuild her lounge.

She was a force….she worked alongside the volunteers everyday and at the end held an incredible party.

She was such an inspiration in my life and the lives of so many Handson volunteers.

Her funeral made me finally realize why there is a bumper sticker that says “New Orleans puts the FUN in Funeral.”

Her passing was a celebration of her life not a mourning of her death.

Antoinette is just one of the many characters so many of us have been blessed to share moments of New Orleans with.

Now, five years later, New Orleans has become a laboratory for what is possible…on the education front, on the housing front, in social innovation and on the human connection front.

Heck, I even came to appreciate what football can do to a city’s spirit!

I could not have asked for a more rewarding and formative experience.

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Saturday, August 28th, 2010

by Jessica Kirkwood, VP, Social Media, HandsOn Network

In December of 2007,  my HandsOn Network colleagues and I traveled to Biloxi to volunteer.

While we were there, we painted the exterior of a house built for a woman whose home was flooded during hurricane Katrina. We also painted murals in a daycare center that was finally re-opening and started construction on another new home.

On our first night in town local residents came to our group dinner and told us their stories.

A man named Grady started by telling us was that he usually avoids talking about his experience of the hurricane.

Before Katrina, Grady lived with his wife and three children in a nice house near the beach in coastal, Mississippi.

He was the founder and CEO of a successful company.

He drove a nice car and lived in a comfortable home.

Grady’s elderly father, reliant upon an oxygen tank to breathe, lived in the house next door.

During the summer of 2005, Grady’s family evacuated their home five times for hurricanes.

On one of those occasions… it didn’t even rain.

On the morning of August 29th, 2005,  Grady didn’t think it looked like Katrina would hit the Gulf Coast.

He and his family decided take their chances and stay at home.

At noon that day, the situation looked increasingly dire so they drove two miles inland to Grady’s office.

They brought their boat and left it set so that if the water rose the boat would rise with it.

Well, the water rose.

Grady described the speed at which the water came pouring into his office building and the way it just kept coming and coming.

He only had one life jacket.

His six, eight and ten year old children looked at him with worry in their eyes.

When the water started to become dangerously high, Grady put his six year old in the life jacket and tied a rope around him.

Grady, his wife, his father and the other two children held on to the rope and prayed.

The family decided that if the water rose too high they would break a window up near the ceiling, climb out and swim around the building to the boat.

I’m not sure where Grady’s father’s oxygen tank fit into the plan.  Perhaps it didn’t.

The water kept rising.

The eye of the storm passed over the building.

Grady’s children began to cry

The water kept rising and rising… and then finally…finally…it stopped.

When the water receded Grady’s family had to walk the two miles back to their neighborhood and make their way over six blocks of debris, eight feet high, to find the spot where their house had been.

It took four days for Grady to find what remained of his house four blocks from where it originally stood.

With all communication cut off, Grady’s family had no way to understand the magnitude of the storm’s impact.  In other parts of the country their extended family had no way to know if they were alive.

As Grady talked, I couldn’t help thinking about how frightened he must have been during the storm. I thought about how responsible he must have felt – responsible for protecting his family, for making the choice to stay, for needing to save their lives.

I thought about the nightmares that jerk me awake in a cold sweat – the ones where something terrible has happened to my children. The ones where I can’t save them.

I thought about Grady living through this literal nightmare and it took my breath away.

After his talk, Grady told me that the thing about his experience that hurt him the most was that his children were robbed of the secure knowledge that their father was Superman.

Grady’s kids saw their father’s raw fear and it stripped them of their innocence.

More than anything else, this is what Grady wishes he could erase.

When we were in the Gulf volunteering, the physical destruction caused by the storm was no longer represented by piles of debris or the twisted remains of buildings, but rather by endless stretches of emptiness marked only by driveways and stairs leading to the ghosts of vanished front doors.

I wondered about the destruction that I couldn’t see – to the economy, to public health, to community.

Grady’s family left Biloxi and moved to his wife’s family farm in Georgia where they still live.

Though Grady commutes back and forth between the farm and the gulf coast for work, his family will not return.

They don’t even want to visit.  They will never go back.

We also heard a story about a woman who worked as a nurse in a mental health facility before the storm.

Because the patients couldn’t be evacuated, staff had to stay and work or lose their jobs.

The nurse stayed and, because she stayed, so did her husband and son.

After the storm, when she was able to finally make it back to her house, she found her husband and son drowned in the family living room.

She was found cradling the body of her son on her front porch.

She had been sitting there holding him for days because there was no one to come and collect the dead.

“So is everything rebuilt now? Is everything back to normal?”

We heard how much people in the Gulf region hate this question.

So much of was lost can never be rebuilt.

Grady told us about what he called the second storm surge, the wave of volunteers who came from all over the country and arrived well before the government with water, ice and bread.

The volunteers brought simple things like toothpaste and soap. They brought baby formula and diapers.

“They restored my faith in humanity,” he said.

I wished that I had been one of those volunteers, but on the day of hurricane Katrina I watched CNN and gave birth to my daughter.

This office trip was the first time I was able to leave her at home to come to the Gulf to volunteer.

The house we painted belonged to an elderly woman who had been living in a nursing home for nearly two and a half years after the storm.

Her house, entirely renovated by volunteers, was almost finished and she would finally be able to come home.

Everyone we met in the gulf talked about their faith that the Gulf Coast would be reborn into something greater than it was before.

Despite their experiences, they believed that the utter devastation was, itself, a catalyst for the Gulf Coast’s renewal.

They described people and communities coming together to collaborate in ways that would never have been possible before the storm.

Their enthusiasm and hope were contagious.

I found myself swept up in it, and felt part of something larger than myself.

And in so many ways, I felt so grateful.

Serendipity: The Way Katrina Brought People Together

Friday, August 27th, 2010

by Amanda J. Smith, Rhino Entertainment Company

"Volunteer Disaster Relief"Volunteering with HandsOn New Orleans (HONO) these last few years has been a profound and humbling experience for me.

It has literally changed my view of the world, my place in it and how I relate to others. One might surmise that it’s the simple act of volunteering that did it, or the magnitude of the Katrina tragedy, but it’s more than that.

As much as we all strive to “be the change” we seek in the world, it’s hard for volunteers to put that into practice without some kind of infrastructure or support.

As new volunteers, we need good leaders, otherwise our efforts get squandered, misdirected or wasted in bureaucratic red tape. I’ve had that experience before, of spinning my wheels, and ultimately gave up in frustration.

What a waste!

In my life at least, HONO has become the catalyst that makes my volunteer efforts & energies actually productive and useful to others.

Amazingly, they have found ways to harness a world of diverse volunteers, empower us, and direct our best energies towards  tangible service. That’s one of the many reasons why HONO is so incredibly unique and why I, like so many others, find the experience so rewarding that we keep returning to volunteer with them again and again and again.

"Volunteer Disaster Relief"“Gutting is fun!” Actually, we all know that it is a heartbreaking job, tempered only by the cathartic relief of exhausting physical labor, and the knowledge that we are actually helping someone clear a space for their future, and dreams for a new beginning.

That’s why a big team of LA-based Rhino Records employees signed up for a project called “Miss Patricia’s Gut” on the very first day we arrived to volunteer at HONO in 2006.

None of us knew anything about the project, or Miss Patricia, we just went where HONO directed us.

As we dug into the work, our HONO project leader, shared what he knew about the project, that the house had belonged to the late Professor Longhair, a legendary New Orleans R&B/jazz pianist, and had been passed down to his daughter, Miss Patricia Byrd, who was living there with her son at the time Katrina hit.

"Disaster Relief Volunteer"

Photo by Lindsay Shannon

Being obsessive music geeks, we knew exactly who Professor Longhair was!

Our company had actually released records & CDs by the legendary musician.

His legacy was already intertwined with our own lives through both music and the business of selling music.

Being sent to work on his family home was a random assignment, but we felt an instant personal connection through the shared love of music.

Someone with a BlackBerry sent an email to our co-workers back in LA, and within hours, the whole Rhino company felt connected to the project and Miss Patricia as well.

That afternoon, Miss Patricia & her young son stopped by the house to meet us in person.

Someone had told her we were from Rhino – she had received royalty checks from our company over the years and was touched by the synchronicity of our volunteer involvement.

She told us stories about her father, growing up in this home with him, and that “he could make a piano walk.”

She shared the harrowing stories of her own experiences during the storm and evacuation to the Convention Center.

In the process of gutting her house, we had carefully salvaged several Professor Longhair posters, which Miss Patricia graciously gave to us to keep and display in Rhino’s corporate offices when we left.

It’s hard to explain the richness of these interactions in words, and how bearing witness to someone else’s tragedy can feel like an honor, but it does.

It’s our shared humanity and our connection to each other at this most basic level that allows us to really open up & be there for each other.

It’s why HONO works so well, and why we all keep coming back.