Help, others. This one sounds simple until I elaborate on it. So I'll just get right to it: I challenge you to volunteer in a place where people are dying. Go find the darkest place in the hospital you can find. Go find the place where the children are dying, and plant yourself there. Find those dying with the cancers and viruses, and put yourself there. Read to them, hold their hands, and tell them stories. Volunteer. You have time for the children... and you know it. Have you ever thought of this?

"I could never go there," you might say. "I would sob at the door and be no good to anyone." This is a common misconception... that humanitarians could not help because they're so sensitive. So I'm going to share a secret and then ask you to go prove it for yourself: When you stand at the door of that place where those children are dying, and you open that door: your light spills into that area, and their love spills onto you. You will feel uplifted and blessed. You may sit and hold the hand of a child when he dies, and you may weep for his life, but you'll feel enhanced and uplifted because the divine in you touches the divine in him. There's nothing like it - nothing like it. You become part of a divine process! Can you celebrate being there and helping?

Go, volunteer where the seniors are, where they're close to passing. Read them stories. Ask about their lives. Celebrate their youth, and be there when they pass over. Your divinity will celebrate their divinity, and the two of you will be enhanced. Helping those in passing, no matter what their age, creates and stimulates a part of you that will surprise you. You will ask to do it again and again, understanding that what you're doing is truly sacred work.