Being a boy scout was not too difficult. We helped out the community and people in need, we did research on topics and learned many things, and even camped out and had fun events. As fun as it seemed, the working aspect by helping people in your community was a lot more work than I thought. We always were faced with people who needed help, places that helped people and animals that needed work done to, and even a dirty environment. Luckily, we were the perfect group of people to help these things.
I awoke one morning and began to take a shower, and as was beginning to wake up, I remembered that my scout troop was meeting at the animal shelter to clean it. I groaned, thinking of all the work we were going to have to do when I could be doing something fun like football. After my shower, I began to eat breakfast and watch TV, and before I knew it, noon time had arrived and it was time for us to go to the shelter. “Come on Jake,” my mom called, yelling at the top of her voice,” I already packed sandwiches and drinks, let’s head to the shelter.” Not having thought of any excuses, I reluctantly turned off the TV and headed to the car. My dad, being one of our troop leaders, ensured we were the first ones there to set everything up for the rest of the troop. Unfortunately, my brother and I had to help get everything set up to clean and sit around for an hour until the rest of the troop came. After about an hour of cleaning the inside of the shelter, we took off our gloves and admired our hard work. After a short break to eat, everyone grabbed a broom or shovel and began to sweep all the sand and dirt off the parking lot. Simultaneously, some of the moms began to wash off the animals on the other side of the shelter. After about another two hours of back-breaking work, we had finally accomplished our goal of successfully cleaning the animal shelter. Later that day, we left knowing that we did something good for our community, even if it was not the most fun and enjoyable task we could have completed.
About three weeks later, on April 22nd, there was an Earth Day clean up for the town. The scout leader of the whole pack decided that everyone would split up with their own troop and would pick a certain place or part of the town to go to and pick up trash. My troop decided meet and clean up the middle school grounds. Within thirty minutes of picking up trash, someone started to kick the trash around at other people as a joke and unknowingly, one can was still filled with soda. One of the other boys in our troop got soaked which enabled him to leave and go home to wash it before it stained to badly. “Lucky,” I thought to myself as I saw him pull away in his parents car, ‘If only that would have happened to me.” Unannounced, but luckily however, we were told to clean up one of the local beaches. When we arrived at the beach, we were met with eighty degree temperatures which left us almost immobile to pick up trash, especially being in pants and long sleeve shirts. To cool down, we took off our shoes and rolled up our pants to put our feet in the edge of the water. To our great relief, standing in the water took our minds off of all the work we still had to accomplish and put us in better moods. Later, after having cleaned the beach, we received our badges for helping clean up the environment which gave us great pleasure.
Usually about once every other month, my scout pack would collect food for those who were in need and could not afford to buy it. Normally, 2-5 people are assigned a certain number of neighborhoods to go to to collect food. Beforehand, we had to go out a day early and put bags on people’s doors, saying what we were doing and what food to put in them. The following morning we went back to the same neighborhoods and went from door to door to see if people put out food or not. This was generally fun for myself because I got exercise by walking around and I knew that collecting the food was for a good cause. After everyone had brought the collected food to the local pantry, some adults and kids would bring the food out to awaiting trucks, which was later brought to the larger food pantry. Personally, I enjoyed carrying the food out to the trucks because I would usually have a small competition with some of my friends to see who could carry the most at the same time. After a person would do a couple of these food runs which usually took about half a year to get three or four in, they would receive a badge for helping people in need.