The people of West Sound Time Bank are my heroes. Sans capes, of course! This is a love letter; or, if you like that kind of thing, an “Ode.” WSTB how do I love thee, let me recount the ways...
Time bankers have helped me in my gardens, moving furniture and teaching me how to make no-knead bread. I've received day lilies and Raspberries. I've even had my parents' seventy-five year old analog recordings converted to digital. Most amazingly of all, a fellow member allowed me to repay a debt with a gift of my hours. And that's just some of my “Asks!” When a recent injury caught up with me, it was time bankers who kept my spirits up and got me to my doctors appointments. Without the help of members who cleaned my house and shopped for me my recovery would have been compromised.
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Best of all, I've brainstormed solutions and schemes to further our time bank. I feel empowered and powerful. Competent and vital. I get to be “part of the change I want to see!” I'm an introvert and a weirdo. I'm smart, an artist and writer who could theoretically “do anything.” As a result of Mental Illness my successes have been short lived. I simply have not done well in a “9 to 5” setting. Here I am successful. My waxing and waning energy is accepted here. In the Time Bank I have found my tribe.
The folks I've met via West Sound are some of my closest friends. When I discovered Time Banking and other “alternative economies,” I began a journey of healing. Worldwide more and more folks are figuring out new ways to get what they need. And finding they often get what they want. I finally found the acceptance and support we all crave in my West Sound Time Bank family.
With my best wishes,