Here's the thing: As a person of color and a Filipino immigrant, I sometimes cringe when I think of "service." The first thing I envision is a white adult working in a "third world" country like the Philippines, huddling together with versions of a four-year-old me, darker-skinned and of modest means.
Despite all of the great work being done, I know deep down that it is not enough. While I have watched national service efforts in northern Nevada blossom and see new service opportunities created every year, in my experience it is common to have five qualified candidates for every service year opportunity.
My pessimism toward technology began as a young boy. I vividly remember the feeling of a syringe blasting cold molding putty into my ear cavity. I was being fitted for a device called the Speech Easy. Worn like a hearing aid, the device produced the "choral effect," and was supposed to ease the severity of my stutter.