A volunteer is a person who performs or offers to perform a service out of her own free will, often without payment. The year 2001 was the International Year of the Volunteer.
Some thoughts on what could be here:
- Perhaps we could explore why we volunteer?
- A history of volunteering, particularly of the major volunteer organisations.
- A list of volunteer organisations.
- A list of online volunteer projects
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