When they were done, Dallmann said she was tired, but so happy.
"I'd turned my rage into something useful and helpful and hopeful," wrote Dallmann.
Although she tried to do the good deed anonymously, the mayor enlisted the media's assistance to learn the name of the do-gooder. One of Dallmann's friends saw the story and turned her in. A follow-up article mentioned Dallmann's reason for cleaning the island -- that she wanted to turn something negative into a positive. Several pastors used the story in their sermons, which inspired others to get together and clean up trash all over the city.
We're fortunate to live in a state populated with many who still know how to be neighbors, who check in on each other, who share plants from their yard and vegetables from their gardens. Who watch out for the single mom and the elderly widow and the annoying escape-artist dog that a little girl loves.
People here still do things for the right reason -- because it needs to be done and because they're capable of helping. For them, no audience is required, no praise is necessary for them to experience the reward that comes from having done the right thing.
I'm proud of those who sing simply because they can. Who act selflessly and give anonymously and wish they could do more.
If we can, then we should. It shouldn't matter if anyone knows. The beauty is in the giving. Just as it is in the singing.
Not because you get noticed. Not because someone is watching. Not because you long for admiration or praise.
But because you're lucky enough that you can.
Reach Karin Fuller at karinful...@gmail.com.