Only You Have the Recipe

Maybe your heart is heavy for the struggle of single mothers. Perhaps you are awestruck by the vastness of oceans and burdened by disappearing of fish diversity. Or, you might be drawn to sports as a means of community development and a vehicle for education advancement.

Your muse could be anything, really. It’s yours. No one else’s.

And then there are always the “What abouts?”

What about the thousands, if not millions, of people who are concerned for single moms? My concern is not unique.

Yeah, but not everyone grew up in south Brooklyn with an immigrant mom that fled political unrest from her home country. Not everyone felt the pressures of gentrification, racial polarity, broken windows and inefficient space heaters, and bullying every day.

What about all the schools, organizations, governmental agencies, and millions of other individuals that are worried about the fish population? My inspiration is not different.

Yeah, but no one else was raised on he Big Island of Hawaii, experienced firsthand the loss of ancient fishing practices dear to your heart and integral to the livelihood of your people, and lost friends prematurely to chronic, food related diseases.

What about the other thousands just like me that love sports? Who doesn’t like sports?

Yeah, but no one else grew up in a family of 12, struggled with your same physical disability, and started a bowling league at the retirement home in high school.

What makes your calling unique is not that you have a special interest or burden that no one else shares. Rather, at the intersection of your life and that burden, there is a wonderful mix of ingredients that is found nowhere else in the world (or history). Only you can makes sense of those ingredients. Only you have the recipe to make something of it.