Timothy Branch (Petersburg, Virginia)
Send me. I will go.
Who will go? You can’t send me.
I need your help. Help yourself.
You need my help, come to me.
I need you? I can’t see you.
Serve me. Serve you?
Find me now, while I may yet be found.
Work while there is day.
There comes a day when no man can work.
Where is your work to judge?
I have rewards for such.
I’ll start now.
You can't start now.
It’s too late now.
You signed up for this.
I grant man, every man rewards according to his wish.
The joy of being a volunteer is receiving the recompense according to your wish.
Remember that you volunteered for this and asked for this.
Your judgment is based upon your wishes as you acted upon your own free will.
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