Such is the way with good-hearted volunteers. They seldom follow through for long.
An old roommate of mine in college was a Beacon Hill Liberal. Heart bled like a sieve. My dad was Archie Bunker on steroids, but hilarious. They talked one afternoon, very civil. Where the roommate tried to convince my dad that he was wrong on everything. Last two words out of my dad’s mouth were...You’ll see.
Roommate does an internship for legal aid in DC that summer. Comes up to my house for a visit. Walks right past me and goes to my dad, shakes his hand and says....You were right.
I think his heart stopped bleeding after that summer.