Passion
My life’s passion,
people.
No matter how much I try to ignore it, or move on from it. People, keep coming back to me. No matter how successful I am, or how far I chose to wonder from them. People always put food on my plate, in some way shape or form. Ever since I can remember, had the gift of communication. I can communicate with people who, when all else has failed, chose me. The tough ones, the ones who are “extra” and the ones everyone has given up on. Those are my people. The ones who are drawn to me, and I to them. I’m am an introvert by nature. I prefer the company of anything but another human being, most of the time. On the rare occasion that I chose to come out if my house, it’s to care for those who can’t care for themselves. It’s what I do. It puts food in my belly, and warmth in my soul. It’s not always easy to love the discarded, misunderstood, and the so called broken. It’s actually very taxing, not just physically, or emotionally. It’s life changing. It’s a self-sacrifice like no other. It’s also liberating to be able to give so much, when so very little is being given. I don’t do it for the love I receive, the money I’m paid or the benefits. I do it because I love seeing people happy, smiling, and excited about life. I do it because I KNOW I make a difference. I do it so people can feel loved, wanted, cared for, and needed. Everyone needs to feel love, happiness, and acceptance. Especially the ones who are hard to love. They need it the most. I never wanted an award or recognized. The introvert in me shuns that kind of attention. She prefers to do what she loves when no one is looking. Tucking someone into bed, after getting them into their pajamas. Some say if you do what you love, you’ll never work a day in your life. I’m living proof that this is the truth. I love the fact that I can make a living doing something I am literally passionate about. This is who I am, I couldn’t stop helping people if I wanted to. I’ve tried. I’m only human. I get tired. I get attached. I have real feelings, the good, the bad, and the ugly. I’m not going to sugar coat it. After the deep emotions have settled, I realize, you can run but you can’t hide from your calling. I feel like the luckiest person on earth. Some people never get to live out their passion. I do. Every day of my life. Some days, when I’m holding someone’s hand as they take their last breath, the money is not enough. The money will never be enough on those days. Most days I can’t believe they pay me to brush someone’s hair, paint their nails or taking them to church on Sunday. I’m literally living the dream. I am so thankful for the opportunities I have been given in my life. I don’t know how I got so lucky . I’ll never take my heart and soul for granted. I am truly blessed. I honestly couldn’t ask for anything more in my life. People are social creatures by nature. We need human interaction, and contact to life a healthy and full filling life. It’s a proven fact. Let’s not forget this as we live our lives. Volunteer at the nursing home, visit the elderly who may not have any one to visit them. Volunteer at the hospital to hold the drug addicted babies. They need your loving arms to grow and strive to live their little lives. Your love will help them to develop into healthy thriving individual. Science doesn’t lie. Foster a child. There are so many children who need a warm safe place to lay their heads, and kind words. This may not seem like much, but it makes a world of difference to a human being. Make a difference, support the human race. We all need it.
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