In response to the Daily Post writing prompt Money for Nothing
If you’re like most of us, you need to earn money by working for a living. Describe your ultimate job. If you’re in your dream job, tell us all about it — what is it that you love? What fulfills you? If you’re not in your dream job, describe for us what your ultimate job would be.
She looked around the room, at the people holding that piece of paper she’d only just given them, as if it were the most precious treasure. And to them it was; it didn’t hold that much when one thought about it. Fifteen lines at the most, signed at the end by her own hand. Once, some years ago it would have had no value at all. Now it was a door opener.
They filed out and shook her hand, gratitude in their eyes, thanking her. To each and everyone she said they should thank themselves. She’d merely provided the settings for them to change their circumstances: they had done the work. They could have been satisfied with what they had – or didn’t have – instead of pulling their socks up and take control of their lives. Yes, she was proud that she’d allowed a dozen people to find their way out of the streets, out of a life she couldn’t even imagine. She’d had difficult moments in her journey, but none that brought her that far into poverty. Each one of them was richer for that experience, each one of them drew from it, learned something that made them want to change. She admired them; they inspired her.
She’d always wanted to help people; she’d never known how. She’d worked for NGOs, for associations, she’d raised funds. But the truth was that helping children somewhere in Africa didn’t impact life at home. No, there was something to be done here. Training to be offered to people who’d fallen hard on their luck, housing until they were back on their feet, child care for mothers who needed help, mentoring programs with successful companies to open the doors that they’d need to knock on when they were finished with training.
She wasn’t working; it wasn’t a job. It was a mission, a passion. She’d always wanted to help others. In fact, it wasn’t even about her: because at the end of the day, it was about the people who decided that it was their call. Not luck or lack thereof. Not the government’s. It wasn’t even her call; she offered an opportunity. If only one out of 100 people took and made something of it, it was a start. At first, it’d been less than that. But now… and somehow along the way, she’d developed and created jobs as well. What else could she ask for?