To be paid for what I love would be great, but also take away the feeling I get from this mundane service to my fellow neighbors. My enjoyment comes from picking up litter and street trash. As a man who loves Mother Nature, its nice to see a cleaner street free of debris and dreaded drug needles carelessly left behind by others. Sometimes a penny will be on the ground or a beautiful birds feather. A few weeks ago their was large dumpster with its lids open, so I closed them. Walking picking up trash on my street gives me a chance to see where to help many lonely widows who live on my block. Doing my best to help others instead of being sedentary has had benefits upon my once fat body. The rewards of helping others is a very nice internal feeling that keeps me regular and allows love to flow through me. A little constipation from educational stress leaves me after active serving unto community, always. It feels good to return with a feeling of being needed indirectly for beautifying America. Why, because we are only here for a very short time on earth and helping lonely frail women is better than any drug made to escape. Its startling how many clothing items people throw in the ground, so far I’ve counted sixty pairs of spoiled woman’s panties, into the trash, startles me others view the street as a waste land. America is meant to be beautiful.