I got my first job when I was 14 working for my home city, a few years after I added on a job at a nearby grocery store. I always enjoyed the customers that appreciated my friendly smile or happy greetings, but the ones I remember the most are the ones I would help out to the car or the ones who I would lightly bag their groceries to ensure they would easily be able to lift them out of the car when they got home; the ones who needed the help and happily accepted it. Today I am an associate at a local scrapbook store, and I get to help people everyday. I get to help them put together memories, create a memorial, or inspire them with invitation ideas for anniversaries, birthdays, and weddings. I am truly happy when I can help someone solve a problem they are having and I can put a smile on their face. The happiness doesn’t come from knowing I did it, it comes from knowing I just made their day easier. I figure if I can major and take classes about something that comes natural to me, something that I enjoy, and something that is clearly already present in my life, than it was meant to be. A few weeks ago, after spending nearly an hour with the same customer, the customer turned to my manager and said in reference to me, “whatever this girl ends up doing in life—she needs to be working with people!” That was one of the greatest compliments I have ever heard, and I was so honored to have it be about me. My experiences growing up with all of my mom’s limitations gave me the motivation to help people and my experiences working with the public has given me the confidence to pursue it in my life.
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