Those who have known me for a long time know that I struggled in my younger years, just like many of the women who work to make a better life for themselves through Women's Empowerment. I was never homeless, but I wasn't a very successful husband picker (before my sweet Dave) and I surely wasn't particularly smart in other life choices. In truth, I'm not sure what separates me from these women, why I was spared from a downward spiral of my own creation. Perhaps because I had a strong family support system, something many of these women lack. It wasn't luck or karma, I'm sure, but most likely a merciful God who watched out for me before I ever knew Him.
Regardless of how I got here, it gave me a heart for these women. From my reception desk, I see them walk into WE in the midst of their own personal storm and walk out months later with a new self-confidence and renewed hope. We are their support system, their cheerleaders, their teachers, their mentors. They learn to smile all over again, and I am moved.
Last night we celebrated their successes and achievements at WE's annual gala. If I could have captured a photo of all 100 of them I would have.
What a night!
What special women!
I am humbled that they call me friend.