I have never been the type of person to go out and volunteer at the local Goodwill every weekend, however, I did stumble into a situation where I felt my service was of great help to another. I have always lived in areas where the people around me were not particularly affluent. It is not uncommon for my neighbors to be elderly or struggling financially. In the summer of 2014 I lived next door to an elderly woman that could not drive and had personal mobility issues. I noticed these problems one evening and offered to help her with some basic needs such as shopping or fixing things around her apartment. I was not intending for this to happen but I saw her struggling and I felt it was the right thing to step in and help her. I never minded doing these things for her and would just help out whenever I could. I did not realize the impact of these actions until she passed last year. I had not spoken to her in a long time but I received a letter after her passing that she had written as the end drew near. The kind words and gratitude she expressed for what I had done for her truly touched me as I had no idea that what I was doing had meant so much . Her letter has served as reminder to be a better person and to help others when I can because you never really know how much it can mean.