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A final message to the volunteers of the SACP


     Let me try to put this together.  I just said goodbye to my park, my second house.   I just said goodbye to my second family, to the people who have affected my life.  I  just said goodbye to the nine hundred volunteers who came from all over the city to do one thing, to help.
     Today was…kind of sad, but funny in the same time.  It was mixed with anger, but it had its happy moments in the same time.  We planned for something huge and spectacular, but nothing amazing really happened.
     I just want to say to the volunteers that we don't need a party to celebrate our success.  Because we are champions.  Because we were taking care of more than five thousand people everyday.  Because we smiled.  Because we had fun.  Because we were spreading out some positive vibes around the park.  Because we were ready to face any challenge.
     Things can go out of control, but, who cares?!  Even though we didn't have the ''final party'' that we were waiting for, we still have our memories.
    Do you remember the day of the interview, when we were scared, but in the end everything turned out to be fine?  Do you remember the days of the training, when we met our idol Farouq Alzouman, who taught us to never give up?  Do you remember our first day at the park, when we didn't know what to do or where to go,  when Janat, Albdualrhman, and Khalid Alhazmi were going crazy because we were complaining about everything?  Do you remember when we met our champion leaders who asked us to do our jobs perfectly but never forget to have fun?  Do you remember the day when we opened the park, when the people were SUPER excited to have a program like this in the city?  And do you remember how sad we were yesterday when we realized that this amazing fairy tale will end.
     We all had our moments in the past one month.  We learned that true happiness comes from giving.  We learned to discover ourselves.  We learned to talk as loud as we can until our voice can be heard.  We learned to come on time because lateness is not acceptable.  We learned that we can, and that's the most important thing.
     As I said before, we don't need a party to celebrate our success.  We don't need a certificate to prove that we worked.  We don't need to take a picture to remember the moment.  We don't need gifts or money to make us happy.  What we need is this: we need to feel satisfied with ourselves.  Because at the end of the day there's only you, alone, with no certificates or pictures or money.  We need to congratulate ourselves for being able to work for more than one hundred hours, and for turning into new people with new spirits.

December 21st , 2012.      

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