A classroom full of students, background noise in whispers; little attention paid to what the speaker is saying about the subject for tonight: nursing careers and humanitarian organizations.
The projected film leaves the students so obviously bored. As the speaker closes the video projector, he asks:
“Have any of you considered doing volunteer work?”
The students sit, silently, like a row of fish on a market stall. Nobody answers the speaker. The clock on the wall gets louder and louder.
The speaker pauses for thought, then reopens the video projector, connects to the Internet, and, going to YouTube, opens up some videos of a much less conventional, but harder, reality.
WAR ZONE. DISASTER AREA. STARVATION. INNER CITY HOMELESSNESS. RESERVATION POVERTY. ORPHANS, ELDERLY, WHOLE FAMILIES IN DESPAIR. ALL CONTINENTS, ALL CULTURES, ALL RACES AND CREDOS.
The students’ faces change. One of the young women starts to cry. A young man scoffs: “Nah this is exaggerated!”
The speaker replies: “No. This is the reality of life. There are people like this all over the world, and humanitarian organizations are doing their best to come to their aid. But of course, I can’t convince you if you don’t want to be convinced. That is up to you.”
The bell rings and the students hurry out of the classroom. It’s time to go home, they have things to do that only young people of their age know. The speaker gathers up his papers, puts the projector away into the cabinet, and locks the door. He thinks how difficult it is today to get young people to see beyond their own worlds and into the great world outside, with its daily share of suffering reality.
As he turns to pick up his briefcase, he sees the girl who had burst into tears, and smiles at her.
“Thank you for coming,” she says. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“That’s OK. Thank you for staying to say that.”
“Can I have some documents?”
“Yeah, sure.” The speaker takes out some literature and hands it to her.
“Thanks,” she says.
“Any time. Here’s my card if you have any questions.”
The girl smiles and leaves. The speaker stands thinking, hoping that maybe… maybe… one more heart was touched; then switches off the lights and closes the door quietly as he goes out.
EVERY ACORN HAS THE POTENTIAL TO START A FOREST…
EVERY INDIVIDUAL MOTIVATION HAS THE POTENTIAL TO CHANGE A LIFE.
ARE YOU READY TO ADD YOURS?