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Two years ago I went to the local City Hall to do some business with the Mayor. Upon arriving at the community building, (which houses five different offices) I happened to notice that the signs on the overhang of the roof had peeling paint on both the background and the lettering. While I was waiting for the Mayor to arrive for our appointment the condition of these signs kept bothering me. I volunteered, during our meeting, to repaint them. This led to a whole new world of volunteerism for me.

That Christmas a friend asked me to paint a nativity scene on a sheet of plywood that was to sit in the city park. When it was discovered that I had some talent and was willing to help where needed, people began trying to recruit me. I eventually became a member of one of these non-profit committees.
After about six months time I came to realize that the populace of our community had no idea of certain important events and changes within the community. One thing led to another and I began a monthly newspaper that is sponsored by the committee of which I am a member. It is paid for by advertising of local businesses and is free to the public.
When I brought the idea up to the committee they were thrilled. I immediately got one volunteer, the Vice President and shortly after another lady volunteered to help assemble the newspaper after printing.
I began to work on the paper. We wanted to have it released on the first of each month. This gave me three weeks to write and format the pages as well as solicite for advertising to pay for it. The first of the following month fell on a Monday. The Saturday before I recieved a telephone call from the VP. She informed me that she had written the newspaper and that I needed to come to the office and enter it onto the computer so that we could print it Monday morning. I stated that I had been working on the paper for the past three weeks and it was all but complete. The lady sternly said, "I told you not to do anything with it till I was ready." I naturally knew at that point that this was going to be a bad situation.
Arriving at the office she handed me three sheets of paper that had a few scribbled notes on each. Each was of a particular topic. All of it was written in incomplete sentences and anything containing more than four letters was misspelled. I quickly learned that she expected me to turn these notes into articles bearing her name. As I was doing this for the community,

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