So you are trying to be the next Mother Teresa?
My mom casually asked me in the car yesterday, I thought for a moment. We were talking about Ecuador and the place I am going to visit after that where I plan on feeding the homeless.
Yep. I stated.
Truth is I am no saint, I get frustrated and patience is not one of my virtues but I do love helping people. I will never be Mother Teresa, but it is important to have goals. 🙂
I think that was one of the things that originally I loved about my job, I was helping those who were really hurt get back to their lives.
Quickly I learned that my job is not really one filled with service to others but greed and lots of it. Greed is a deadly sin for a reason.
I constantly knock my job, I hate it. This is not a secret, and while I will not disclose where I work, I have no issues bashing the greed that is very prevalent in my industry. I deal with it on all levels, every single day. It is disgusting.
It is sickening, it is debilitating and it damn sure has affected who I have become. I am hateful, I trust no one, and I let the negativity I am surrounded from 8-5 Monday- Friday affect who I am when I am not at work.
I am done with that.thanks to a sandwich
Let me explain, two weeks ago my mother signed me up to volunteer with her job to go feed the homeless.
At first, I was pissed that I was giving my Sunday away to go help others.
I contemplated backing out. I may have even been pissy.
I really was agitated that I was going to have to take two hours of MY DAY to help others.
I am not proud of these thoughts, but sadly these thoughts were true.
When we arrived at the Salvation Army we were met by the coordinator, and instantly I felt drawn to her.
She was happy, she was upbeat and she was so happy to be there.
“We need you to make sandwiches, come with me.” She waved her hand to follow her and she practically skipped to the sandwich area. I started making sandwiches, that consisted of two slices of bread, one slice of meat and a package of mustard. These sandwiches were going to be lunches, for those that have a job to get back on their feet. The sandwich making was so routine that I found myself thinking about the simple sandwich & the coordinator.
“Why is she so happy, she really can’t make that much doing this?”
“I don’t work with anyone like her, she is perky”
“is this really all someone gets to eat?”
“What the hell is wrong with you Jen, why are you such a bitch?”
Then it was like a light bulb went off. The coordinator’s life has true purpose. She comes to this shelter and helps those in need. She helps those that really need help. She is what I originally set out in life to be, but have fallen off that course.
She is an example of what I should be.
“Be the change you want to see in the world.”
Now there is a lot of debate on this quote, but I am not here to debate that. I am here to say that I need to live by it.
I am not naive, I can’t change the world. There are too many bad things that happen that I can’t change everything but I can damn sure change the way I behave, I can change my attitude.
and yes, eventually I can change my job and I will, when the time is right.
Since I volunteered I have been back to the shelter once, I plan on continuing my volunteer work there every Sunday. I am also volunteering from 2am-6am Christmas morning to help with a huge Dallas homeless project at the Omni.
Change doesn’t happen over night, I have found myself very agitated with people at work and the guy that cut me off on the freeway the other day, but every day I can focus on the positive and eventually it will be second nature again.
and to think this is all because of two hours spent making sandwiches. Funny how that works.
Have you had any life changing moments? Comment below.