“When your need to serve is driven by ego and not by altruistic motive, you will never be successful.”

I’ve come to believe that true service is quiet. It’s steady. It doesn’t need to be witnessed to matter.

Too often, I’ve seen people show up for the photo — for the applause, for the moment of being seen doing something good. And while yes, part of me is glad they came at all, another part can’t ignore the truth: when your need to serve is driven by ego and not by heart, you’re not helping anyone. You’re performing.

And sometimes, those performances actually get in the way. Those there for the pictures and the praise often end up creating more chaos than contribution — more distraction than difference. They’re in the frame, but not in the work. And while the camera might capture the smile, it never shows the exhaustion of the ones who stayed late, cleaned up, or held it all together quietly in the background.

This isn’t meant to shame anyone who doesn’t give back. Not everyone was taught the value of service. I wasn’t, not in the traditional sense. My parents didn’t volunteer for events or serve on committees. But my dad — he was always helping someone. Whether it was fixing a neighbor’s car, hauling something for a friend, or lending an ear to someone who needed it, he gave what he had without fanfare. His kind of service wasn’t loud, but it was real.

Later in life, I was lucky enough to work for people who believed deeply in community — who taught me that being part of something bigger than yourself isn’t optional; it’s essential. They lived that belief through action, not words, and those lessons shaped who I am and how I show up now.

Watching a community event come together because of hardworking volunteers is a beautiful thing. The kind of beauty that doesn’t need a stage or spotlight — just a shared sense of purpose. It’s the laughter during setup, the problem-solving under pressure, the silent teamwork that happens behind the scenes. It’s the kind of beauty that can’t be captured — only felt by those who are there when the last table is folded and the world has gone quiet again.

So no, this isn’t to shame those who do nothing. But if you can give back — if you’re capable and simply choose not to — then maybe it’s time to ask yourself why. Because community doesn’t thrive on good intentions or filtered photos. It thrives on people who show up, not to be seen, but to see others.

I’ve seen both sides of service — the genuine and the performative — through every event I’ve helped bring to life. Through Pride, through Prism, through every community project I’ve been part of. I’ve seen the ones who stay long after the lights go down, the ones who quietly carry the weight because they care too deeply to let it fall. And I’ve seen the ones who come for the cameras, who leave when the spotlight fades.

But what keeps me coming back — even when I’m tired, even when the burnout hits — are the moments that remind me why I started. The child who smiles because someone made space for them. The person who stops at our booth just to say, “thank you for being here.” The connections that happen in the quiet in-betweens. That’s the heartbeat of community — not the applause, not the credit, but the impact you may never fully see.

And that’s the thing about real service: it changes you just as much as it changes the world around you. Even when no one’s watching. Especially then.

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