I believe everyone has a passion in life. Everyone has something they were born to do. Socrates was born to be a philosopher. Martin Luther King Jr. was born to shine light on prejudice. My mother was born to simultaneously embarrass and inspire her children.
I like to think that I was born to tell stories. I don’t mean that to say that I’m creative or inspiring, but rather I share what I hear, see and know with others. Most of the stories I like to tell are not my stories at all.
Take my mother for example. She is the craziest person I know. She dances in the car and sings in the grocery store. She raised my siblings and I to be outspoken, independent thinkers, though she sometimes wonders why we arrive at different conclusions than she does.
My husband is a great storyteller. I have yet to see him speak without invigorating his listeners. Whatever he’s excited about, they get excited about. His passion for life both invades the minds of the East Dayton teenagers he works with and inspires others to invest in the inner city.
These people have helped instill passion in my life. A passion to read. A passion to write. A passion to share. My passion, my desire, is to share each story I learn so that others can discover passion for themselves.
For if you live without passion, who’s to say you really live at all?