For many people, a job is just a paycheck. For me, it was so much more. Work gave me purpose, confidence, and a chance to prove that I could contribute meaningfully. Alongside work, my passions—whether collecting sports memorabilia, enjoying films, or exploring radio—became anchors in my life, reminding me of who I am beyond my condition.
When I first worked in theaters, every shift felt like a small victory. Whether I was handling tickets, managing concessions, or simply greeting customers, I felt a sense of pride. Work allowed me to show that I could handle responsibility. It was independence in action, something no one could take away.
Working in my family’s business was more complicated. I wanted respect, responsibility, and recognition. Yet, I often felt overshadowed by cautious eyes, as if every move was being second-guessed. Still, I kept pushing, knowing that my contributions mattered—even if they weren’t always acknowledged.
Beyond work, my hobbies became my sanctuary. Collecting sports cards, volunteering at film events, and exploring radio were not just pastimes; they were lifelines. They gave me joy, connection, and a sense of identity beyond disability. Each passion reminded me that I had something unique to offer—a perspective, a voice, and a love for things that made me feel alive.
Purpose gives us direction. It transforms effort into meaning and routine into pride. For someone like me, purpose meant more than proving myself—it meant living authentically. Work and hobbies showed me that fulfillment comes when you find what makes you feel capable and alive.
Finding purpose is about more than overcoming limitations—it’s about embracing what makes you feel whole. For me, work and passions were not just activities; they were declarations of independence, strength, and joy. And that’s something every person deserves.