Over the weekend, I attended a service project with my local college alumni group. Per usual, I enjoyed it. We do this once a year, and the organization we volunteer with only asks for two hours of work. So we talk, we do some basic labor, and we are finished before lunch. Sadly, not many of us participate from year to year. This year, I could have opted out. First, I had multiple church responsibilities that day, including one I chose not to go to so I could support the service project. Second, I had to arrive before 8:30 on a Saturday morning. Third, I drove through torrential rain to get there that morning. I wanted to be there. I wanted to show my support of the alumni service project (which we do in coordination with alumni groups in many other cities) with my presence. I wanted to see other alums that I know in the area -- all of us there had important things to share about recent things in our lives. I wanted t...