Several years ago, I was helping re-roof a girls’ dormitory at an orphanage in Guatemala when, in mid-hammer swing, I was offered a job working in humanitarian logistics. My shock was quickly followed by a gasp of pain from flattening my finger rather than the nail. With my finger in my mouth, (Why do we do that anyway? It’s not like it helps), I nodded. Didn’t plan it, but it proved a great opportunity. You just never know when or where it can happen.
Have you ever volunteered yourself into a job?