Personal Narrative: My Second Year Volunteering

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Volunteering at a hospice company was a turning point in my life. I find the United States is still segregated by age. I never truly understood that ageism existed, I assumed it was a thing of the past or only happened in extremely rare cases. This is my second year volunteering to help talk to patients, and my first year writing someone’s life story, her legacy. Most young people never get a chance to interact with the elderly, and are separated because of the fast paced society we have built around those 18-30 years olds. However, many younger people are missing out on incredible people. every time I volunteered I heard so many amazing beautiful stories of love, loss, war, and of course a few jokes I’ve heard about a thousand times, but

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