Building a Better Future
What do you do, when there is nothing you can do? When the world around you seems to be falling apart, and all that you can do is watch and weep. How do you reach out and help, when you are ostracized for your efforts? How do you make a difference when you are fighting the ghost of fear?
These questions have been invading my mind for as long as I can remember. For many years, I pushed them to the recesses of my heart, and pondered them behind closed doors. I worked temporary jobs in the healthcare, mortgage, finance, wholesale, and cellular fields; trying to find something I could believe in, somewhere I could fit in. I quickly learned that I was a circular peg, trying to fit into a square world.
I became very depressed, and turned inside myself. I drowned my problems, and became very bitter. One day my life changed. My eyes opened, and I felt whole again. Suddenly my grey, and dreary world became magical, and full of color. The problem was, the quiet thoughts, in the back of my mind became louder. They soon began screaming, in a voice that I simply could not ignore. It was no longer acceptable to work for companies that were in true essence, the enemy. I just could not bring myself to tell one more person why the company that I worked for on a temporary basis, would not pay for their cancer treatment; or another company could not lower their fees, so yes they would have to close their business. The stories I heard every day were heart breaking. It did not matter what kind of company I went to work for, there were people in drastic need, and all I could do was put more stress on them.
One-day fate led me to the Humane Society, where my fiancee and I started volunteering on a regular basis. Every single time that I was there, I felt a sense of pride and purpose. I felt as if I was making a difference. Suddenly I had everything I ever wanted in a job, except of course, the paycheck. This became a problem, because we have a family to feed. As we got more deeply involved in the organization, we were putting in more hours than we would have at a full time job. We were going to step down from our position, but when we had a meeting with the President of the organization, we came up with a solution. The Humane society is run out of a thrift store. They have tons of items that are valuable, but sell better online. We decided to start a business. We called this business Second Chance Industries. The business would market the hard to sell items online for 25% of the sale. Next, we would bring items in that we obtained, and split the profit with the Humane Society. Finally, we would sell items that we obtained ourselves online, and in flea markets, and give the Humane Society 25%.
Before we ever really got a chance to start bringing in any money, the complaints from other volunteers started rolling in.They were upset because the volunteered their time, and never made any money. We understood their view on things, but they were unwilling to really ever try to understand what we were trying to do. We would have eventually been able to help the Humane Society grow, but we never really got the chance. We have thought long and hard about this, and we have decided that we are going to resign our position at the thrift store part of the Humane Society. We are not leaving completely we will still help with the animals on a very part time basis. We have put in our notice, and December 31, 2015 will be our last day. Our goal is to turn Second Chance Industries into a Not for Profit. It is going to take a lot of work, and tons of support, but we think we can do it.
While we were at the Humane society, we realized that there are a lot of needs not being met. We also realized that we needed to be helping stray people, as well. We would like to create a self-functioning farm/animal rescue; run entirely by homeless people, trying to start over again. This is just a dream right now, but we are hoping that one day it will become a reality. Now that this decision has been made, I am hoping that I will not have those nagging pleas for action, invading my dreams. I’m hoping that I am finally on the right path, and my life will have purpose, and that purpose will be helping every animal, and person in need that crosses our path, or enters our heart.
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