On Making a Difference
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We all want to know that we are making a difference in the world. Most of us hope it will be a positive difference.
I’m pretty sure I’m making a difference in my kids lives. I mostly hope that they won’t have to go to too much therapy as they get older.
I’m not sure that I making much difference in my community, but I am trying to leave it better than when I arrived.
I’m pretty sure I make a difference at work. And that feels pretty good.
I work for a cystic fibrosis nonprofit. I organize the fundraising and manage much of the communication–especially social media. It is a dream job for me, really. It is a perfect fit for my skill set and I enjoy the work.
What did surprise me though, is how much I would really care about my job. I work to help real people. I meet their families. I meet their friends. Some are quite healthy and do very well. Others are very very sick, and sadly I’ve been to more funerals then I would at a different job.
Selfishly, I’d like to think that I am making a difference in the lives of those I serve. And I assume that I do.
Today I had the rare gift of meeting someone that I’d only known on paper for the past four years. His daughter recently lost her fight against cystic fibrosis. It is a sad story. She was a valiant fighter. But what was most amazing was to hear her father tell of her very strong faith. This brave young woman was thinking of others even in her dying moments. She knew where her salvation was. She knew death was not the end. And because of her faith, she was able to make a difference. She touched lives all over the United States.
This grieving father greeted me with a hug. And then he thanked me for what I do every day. It was a good reminder to know that the little, sometimes tedious, things that I do every day really do make a difference. The people that we serve who are living with CF know that there’s someone on their side. I’m happy to be that person. It made my day to know that I made someone else’s day.
So don’t underestimate the difference you are making in someone else’s life. Sometimes the ordinary, every day, expressions of love make the deepest impact.