My compassion is always finding new outlets for expression.

Most people picture the wrong job when they picture helping. They imagine the front line — the ladle, the bedside — decide they'd be no good at it, and stop there.

Meanwhile the foodbank badly needs somebody who can build a spreadsheet, the community hall needs a person who understands insurance, and the shelter needs a driver on Tuesday mornings. Whatever you happen to be competent at is an outlet, and usually a scarcer one than compassion itself. The bottleneck is almost never willingness. It's finding someone who can read a contract.