People often ask me, "Why do you help people so much?" Or they'll say, "That's not your job. I wouldn't have done that."
And my response is simple.
Just because something isn't my responsibility doesn't mean I should turn my back on someone who needs help. I don't help people because I'm looking for a paycheck, recognition, applause, or something in return. I help because I can. Because somewhere along the way, I learned that kindness doesn't require a job description, compassion doesn't come with a price tag, and doing the right thing shouldn't depend on who's watching. I understand that not everyone thinks the way I do, and I respect that. But I refuse to let someone else's unwillingness to help determine the kind of person I choose to be. If I have the ability, the knowledge, the strength, or even just a few minutes of my time to make someone's day a little easier, why wouldn't I? Not everything we do in life should be measured by what we get paid. Sometimes the greatest reward is knowing we made a difference. So when someone tells me, "That's not your job," I simply remind them: "You're right. It's not my job. It's my choice. It's my character. It's who I am." Because at the end of the day, I don't want to be remembered only for the work I was paid to do. I want to be remembered for the lives I touched when I didn't have to.