A Hard Day's Night

There is an episode of Friends where Joey and Phoebe argue whether we do what we do out of charity or selfishness. Meaning, do we commit random acts of kindness because somebody is in dire need, or do we help others so that we can talk about how great we are?

For me, it's my job. Working in a non-profit is only for somebody who has previous experience beating his or her head against a brick wall. Then doing it again expecting a different result.

Today has been full of random events that have helped me realize how blessed I am. I didn't grow up with an abusive father. I didn't have to worry about cigar burns on my forearm for spilling paint in the garage. We didn't have the nicest house on the block but I knew I was safe, would be fed, and somebody there loved me.

The clients that walk through our door don't have that. More often that not, none of it.

When I think about how hard my life is and how rough things are at times, I can mind a million reasons right outside my office door to bring me back to reality.

So, when things are bad, take a look around. Somebody has it worse.