This I Believe Is My Dream Job

Modern suburbia sickened me. Growing up in small town America, I thirsted for adventure. My heart longed to be in London, Paris, Beijing, Cairo, and basically anywhere but my half an acre, green grass suburban home. My palate held a voracious hunger for something bigger than living in, as Malvina Reynolds sings it so excellently, a little box made of ticky-tacky. I would dream as I went to sleep of adventures to Israel, South Africa, and Sydney. This, and a simple desire to make a difference in the world, led to my dream job: charity documentary reporter.
When I was in high school, I supported every charity I could find. I had the first pair of TOMS shoes, a charity that for every pair of shoes you purchase TOMS gives a pair to a child in need, in my school. In addition, I was treasurer of the Invisible Children club were we supported and brought attention to the abducted youth in Uganda forced to be childhood soldiers for the LRA: Lords Resistance Army. I helped sell “It’s a love Haiti relationship” shirts for the Haiti hurricane relief, and participated in many community service opportunities in my church and Boy Scouts.
Having this background of serving people, I have always had a desire to make a difference in the world and not simply fall into middle class, American suburban living. This ambition, coupled with my deep desire to connect with people and simply hear their stories, has led me to my dream job of a charity documentary reporter. My dream job is to become involved with a charity that is trying to end an injustice in the world, like human slavery, and help make documentaries for them. I wish to travel to these remote places where people have been robbed of their basic human rights and be their voice to the world.
When I see documentaries of children and adults in the sex-trade industry, my heart breaks for them. In their faces, I can see the longing in their hearts for someone to hear their story. This, I believe is my dream job. I dream to simply be with these people, hear their stories and share them with the world. People need to know that these injustices are happening and that change needs to occur. I believe I can help do that.


“She stared out at us with a piercing gaze. There was a still fight left in her eyes.” ~ Rob Morris, President of Love 146