The Hamilton Spectator

The smell of bacon, and the feel of volunteeri­ng

‘I have to do something’: The soul of volunteeri­ng

- DAVE DAVIS

I think it’s the bacon. There are rashes of it cooking in the morning, and the smell fills the little parking lot of the church where I spend my Saturday mornings. Yes, it’s definitely the bacon. I even grab the odd slice when no one’s looking. Don’t tell anyone.

I should explain. Post-COVID, our church has restarted its Saturday morning breakfasts. One week, they let me cook the eggs, but I got fired (it was a faulty poached egg maker, I swear) and I’m now out of the kitchen, serving our customers. To be clear, this is volunteeri­ng: no tips, a pat on the back occasional­ly. Lots of laughs with my breakfast buddies. Smiles from our customers. I don’t care if there are no T4’s at the end of the year; this is worth a million bucks to me.

How to we define volunteeri­ng? The dictionary says it’s the practice of offering one’s time or talents, unpaid, for charitable, educationa­l, or other activities, especially in one’s community. There are formal activities — those performed on behalf of an organizati­on or entity like a church — and informal, occasional tasks like cutting your neighbour’s lawn. We, the volunteers, aren’t alone — not only in my church, but across the country.

Who does it? Statistics Canada and Volunteer Canada surveys offer a snapshot: from 2018, before COVID, nearly 13 million Canadians over 15 engaged in formal volunteeri­ng. That’s four out of 10 Canadians contributi­ng over 1.6 billion hours. Informal activities are even more impressive: 23 million Canadians engaged in volunteeri­ng, for something over three billion hours. Imagine if you had to pay for all this activity.

Overall, women are more likely than men to participat­e in formal volunteeri­ng, but not by much (44 per cent vs 38 per cent). You might think that volunteeri­ng is more common among us oldsters, but that’s not so. It’s spread across the ages, from 15 onward. The younger generation­s are more likely to help others informally, say by teaching, coaching or offering health or personal care. Seniors are more often found in the formal volunteeri­ng camp. COVID hit volunteeri­ng pretty hard, no surprise: there was a serious dip in activity from 202023, but there was also pivoting to online activity, stressing the not-sohands-on activity. I think we’re pretty much back to the pre-COVID days though. Our church breakfasts are just one example of that return.

Who do we do it for? Beyond our neighbours and friends, its hospitals, religious groups, and organizati­ons representi­ng sports, recreation, arts and culture. Good thing, too: I can’t for a minute imagine hospitals, in fact any of the other organizati­ons, operating without their volunteers.

Here’s a big question, maybe the question: why do it? Surveys from 2018 onward disclose multiple motivation­s, from self-fulfilment, to finding a job, to altruistic reasons; strangely, nobody ever mentions bacon. At the recent coronation, the Archbishop of Canterbury used the words service and duty, looking pointedly at the royals, I thought. Of all the motivation­s I’ve witnessed though, this one example stands out. Years ago, a talented patient was knitting tiny blue hats and jackets as I walked into the examinatio­n room. “Gifts for a new grandson?” I asked brightly. “No, doctor,” she said, “They’re for stillborn babies.”

She stopped me cold; stillbirth stops us all cold, I think. I wondered why, but instead I asked, “How’d you start?” “Well,” she said shrugging off this wonderful, sad act as though it were nothing, “I thought, those poor babies, I feel sorry for them. I have to do something.”

It’s not nothing, is it? Her act captured the essential spirit of humanity, its soul, expressed so naturally — so humbly — by a wise and thoughtful woman. I’ll never forget the gift she gave me: a lasting image, the defining act of volunteeri­ng, the thing that wakes me up Saturday mornings. (OK, that and the bacon, I have to admit.)

“I have to do something”: the soul of volunteeri­ng.

DAVE DAVIS IS A RETIRED FAMILY DOC AND WRITER. HIS NOVELS, “A POTTERS TALE” AND “THE LAST IMMORTAL” HAVE WON INTERNATIO­NAL AWARDS. HIS LATEST, “TWO PAGE TALES,” WITH COLLEAGUE DUNDAS WRITERS, IS AN ANTHOLOGY OF SHORT STORIES. ALL OF THEM ARE AVAILABLE ON AMAZON. VISIT DRDAVEDAVI­S.COM.

 ?? THE HAMILTON SPECTATOR FILE PHOTO ?? In this file photo, volunteers serve hot breakfasts at the Wesley Centre’s Christmas event. Dave Davis discusses and reflects on the act of volunteeri­ng.
THE HAMILTON SPECTATOR FILE PHOTO In this file photo, volunteers serve hot breakfasts at the Wesley Centre’s Christmas event. Dave Davis discusses and reflects on the act of volunteeri­ng.

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