I got to where I am, personally and professionally, because someone or something helped me…
…a co-worker who took the time to critique stories I wrote; a boss who never stopped teaching me how to be a great salesperson; an ex-husband who let me cry on his shoulder for hours about my love life; a therapist who steered me towards more self-awareness; a book that walked me through the first stages of motherhood; sisters who never stopped liking me, even when I wasn’t very likable.
It is our obligation to pay it forward and help whoever we can, whenever we can, I believe. I emailed a FOF member who lost her daughter two years ago: “I was heartbroken to read your email about the loss of your daughter. I wish there was something I could do or say to lessen your heartache. If you ever want a ‘pen pal,’ please drop me an email.”
It was a small gesture, but I meant it, and yesterday I received a wonderful email from my FOF friend telling me how she’s doing. “Thank you for letting me talk a little about myself, my giant step forward on this path to a new life…” she wrote.
I brainstormed with two other FOF friends who are starting their own businesses and wanted my advice. “Thank you so much for taking the time out of your afternoon yesterday to talk with me,” one of them emailed. “I have to say you have such great energy and your willingness to share and brainstorm is contagious.”
Another FOF friend has a marvelous idea for a screenplay and she asked if I’d connect her with someone in the business, which I did.
I adore getting thanks, but that’s not the reason I help.