Is This Destiny?

I thought since I got caught up in the Thanksgiving day celebration I would do two blogs tonight to make up for not doing one on Thursday:

Being able to express my opinions and help people in the process gives me an indescribable rush. One specific event brought me back to where I was supposed to be; it was the kind of defining moment that comes along once in a life time, the moment where one realizes why they were put on this earth. This event was like no other in my life, one that touched my heart, one that I will never forget.

It was a typical night at Mario's Pizza, nothing special, nothing out of the ordinary—I was just working at a solid, steady pace. Out of nowhere I hear my boss calling my name, her voice un-assuming, almost unsure. On the surface I thought maybe I had done something wrong and would now be reprimanded for it. As I make my way over to the counter I am told there is someone who would like to see me. As I make my way over to the register I see an elderly women with tears in her eyes. At this point I was frantic I thought to myself could I have possibly offended this women somehow—I had no idea what I was about to hear would change me, once again. All of a sudden she looks up at me with tears in her eyes and proceeds to tell me that she is the grandmother of Jarid Henry and that the article I wrote about her deceased grandson (he killed himself) was one of the few things that helped carry her through that summer.

Ever since that moment I have been in a daze; I have thought to myself does my writing really make a difference? Can it make a difference? Is this why I was created? This event certainly raised so many un-answered questions within my heart and soul. The thought that I actual helped fill someone's emotional void is unbelievable; a feeling which is undescribable. I thank Jarid's Grandmother from the bottom of my heart for she has helped me re-discover the passion that drives me—that is the best gift one could ever receive.

The moral of this story is if you as a reader have not found your passion, seek and you shall find. Everyone has a passion some just haven't realized it yet. I lost my passion once, when I was younger—but thanks to a lovely grandmother I felt re-born, and ready to serve whoever needs me. After writing this I can honestly say I have my passion, do you?