“This I Believe” Podcast Script Draft
Being at the right place, at the right time, has interesting ways of working its way into one’s life. Depending on the choices made, wonderful things may ensue. I believe in the simple art of doing good unto others. Whether it is my Christian upbringing, or my morally-righteous mother’s influence, I seek choices and actions that would bring benefits not only for myself, but to others in my surrounding. I believe that in doing good for others, and by helping out a neighbor, I will in turn be helping myself by producing this feeling of uplift and satisfaction. Sometimes this means letting someone go in front of me in line, or staying up late into the night, helping my roommate study for a subject I excel in. And sometimes this means doing something I don’t inherently want to do.
A few months ago, I was wrapping up my shift at the local Italian Restaurant where I waitressed. I was eager to leave, as I had a fun social to attend. Clearing the debris laden tables, scrubbing the crusted burners, and counting the scribbled checks, I was bustling about to finish work. Just as I had clocked out and removed my apron, an elderly lady entered the restaurant. I quickly sprang to inform her that the dining room was closed, eager to leave and get on to my party, when she interrupted me and, in the best broken-English she could muster, explained she was lost and needed directions back home. Recognizing her accent, I inquired her native language, and to my surprise, she responded, “Ukrainian.” Being a first-generation born American, I was fluent in the Ukrainian language. “Привіт!” I said, which was “Hello” in Ukrainian, and then preceded to inquire her troubles, “Як я можу Вам помогти?”
Upon conversing with her, I understood she lived quite far away and had trouble driving at night. She did not have a smartphone to use for directions. Immediately, I recognized an opportunity to help a person in need. I proceeded to get into my own car and have her follow me the full thirty minutes to her hometown. On my way home, bitter thoughts of missing the party entered my mind. Selfishness and resentment flooded my senses. However, I was quick to dismiss these ill notions. By helping a person in a time of need and stress, I was able to not only bring the elderly lady back home safely, but also develop a strong feeling of happiness and generosity myself.
I have always lived by the idea that my choices and other life events will ultimately lead me in the direction of my destiny. While everything cannot always be left up to fate, it is ultimately my responsibility to recognize the judgments I make will place me where I want to be. In this case, while I didn’t exactly end up at the party like I wanted, I did; however, receive a sense of much greater gratification from helping a person in need. Being completely selfless is a difficult endeavor, if not near impossible. However, I live so that others may too. I believe in helping others; whether they are in need or not. I believe in sharing a helping hand without expecting anything in return. And I believe that the choices and decisions I make, when chosen correctly, will lead me there– to the right place, at the right time.