I’ve always found that, other than dumping off all my old clothes in the Goodwill cart, helping people can be a lot harder than I expect it to be. Sometimes the obstacles people face just make me want to sit down on the floor and cry. Sometimes I simply can’t make a difference. Sometimes people don’t want to be helped. Meaghan Winter writes of these internal struggles in her essay Grown. Winter follows the life of one woman in the women’s crisis center where she volunteers. Through their interactions she sheds light on the feelings of anger, joy, frustration, and impotence that come with the simple desire to help somebody.