Every day I wake up, get ready, and go outside to do what everyone has told me all my life matters. I actually think it does. If for no other reason, because there are people who depend on me for being out there. I have a small operation; five or six staff, a partner. We serve a lot of people. We do make a living, but take on so many clients who would be turned down in almost every other place we know of.
I do not talk about what we do here, because I decided I wanted this blog to be anonymous. Who cares who I am? No one should. The only thing that matters is what we do–any of us. I am not saying individuals do not matter. I am saying individuals should not do anything for self-recognition and promotion, unless it allows them to help many more people. I actually think celebrities who help different causes need to be recognized, because they do have a capital in their name recognition they can lend to helping others. But, for someone like me…does it matter who I am? What my name is? I think not. If I ever thought my personal identity could promote helping others I would advertise it aggressively. In the meantime we will stick to just doing our work. By the way, only part of my work is really helping others. The rest earns enough to subsidize our needy clients. So, some of my work is about shaking my head in private, charging a really high hourly rate from those who both need and can afford my help, and comfort myself in the solace that I do that part of our work to pay the bills, support my family, and continue to be able to help those who do not earn in a week what I charge in a couple of hours otherwise.
We are all passengers on this journey. We cannot trust our ability to leave any mark that can survive us, but maybe for our children, if we are lucky to have any, and…our words..if they are written, even more so than if they are recorded.
I write this because I feel we have a duty to write. Who knows? Maybe someone–even if just one other person–can be inspired to do…something good.