Saturday, September 14, 2013
Let time forgive the past...
One of my uncles posted a thing on Facebook a couple weeks ago, it said something like, 'People never remember the million times you've helped them, only the one time you don't.'
I told him that wasn't true. I remember all the help I've gotten to get me where I am today. Especially the help I never even asked for...
I've told a few stories already on this blog about how amazing people can be. NO ONE gets where they are by themselves.
When I went to pay for gas that one time with $.85 in change, and the lady in line behind me was horrified and put an extra $5 in my tank...I'll never forget that.
When I was forced up onto a curb and had a blowout right in front of Churchill Downs and a real-life jockey, strongly smelling of horse, came to my rescue...I'll never forget that.
When I had a meltdown at my desk a few years back, dissolved in tears, and no one knew what to do with me... I didn't know the lady who took me in her arms and kept murmuring, "Peace...peace...," until I calmed down...but I'll never forget her.
I'm terrible at interviews. Take my inability to look people in the eye, plus crippling shyness and terrible awkwardness...and that would explain it. But somehow I have a pretty good job that I actually like.
I will take responsibility for some of it...I did work hard to get my degree, even though it has nothing at all do with my job. Philosophy and accounting are about as far apart as you can get. HAHAHAHA...
But the main reason I am where I am today is because people have helped me along the way. I have failed a dozen interviews...but all of the jobs I have actually gotten have been because I knew somebody, and they knew I needed a job, and they recommended me to someone else.
Just little things, but vitally important to me. I remember them all. I wouldn't be here without them.