Well, my mailboxes are at the end of the quiet dirt road that I live on, and when I walk down to check the mail, I always pick up litter that the locals toss out of their trucks, beer cans, cigarette packs, soda bottles. When I lived in the city I used to volunteer at a food pantry washing trays and packing food, but there's nothing like that around me now. The biggest thing I did lately made me feel pretty good. I was cleaning out my house, because I moved a lot of stuff from a large house into a small cottage. I had a TON of very expensive clothes and shoes that my ex bought me. I mean a LOT. Well, I won't get into details, but let's just say he wasn't good to me (unless you count buying me fancy clothes), and so I cleaned them all out and donated thousands of dollars worth of clothes and shoes to a battered womans' shelter. I don't have much money, and I could have sold those clothes for a lot of money. Many still had tags and were designer brands. It felt like closure for me, and good karma, to be able to pass all those "well earned" clothes on to other women who may have left similar or worse circumstances but didn't have the luxury of such clothes. And I just resented the clothes to be honest. I didn't want to profit from them. It made me feel good to know some other woman in need would be thrilled to get such beautiful clothes to boost her self esteem.