Why do we go off to remote places and faraway lands?
Why do we separate ourselves from our friends and family?
Why do we work longer hours for lesser pay?
Why do we put ourselves in harm's way?
Why do we take on the world's troubles?
We do it . . .
Because service is its own reward.
Because there's always someone out there in need.
Because we're ready and able to face the world's toughest challenges.
Because we want to help.
We also do it. . .
Because of the unexpected bathroom privileges.
Because if the wife ever falls in love with a Zara blouse but can't find one in her size, there's a network of batchmates around the world you can e-mail to help hunt the thing down: "I'm never to busy to help you with your Zara emergency!!!! NEVER TOO BUSY FOR SHOPPPING! So if (she) needs more Zara clothes...feel free to send requests. : ) You never know how happy you made me with that request. hahahaha!"
And we do it because . . .
. . . maybe . . .
. . . just maybe . . .
The cast of "Bubble Gang" will visit your post.
Any more questions?
Didn't think so.