I volunteered, without thinking about what it entails, to help a local family build a website for a foundation created after their 10-year-old daughter who recently lost her battle with cancer.
I saw a post on Facebook about what they’re putting together and they needed two or three things, one of which is a website built for the foundation’s walk of life. Without thinking about it, I volunteered. Later in the day, I began to regret offering my ability. It hit me like a two-ton heavy thing. Whomp. What did I just commit to doing? I have enough going on, right?
I sat thinking about ways to get out of it. I saw many other people were willing to do the same thing. Whew, I thought. Then I received a text from a Scott B. who spoke with the family about my handiwork. It turns out they want to pay someone for the website.
They can’t afford me. But their desire to pay someone makes me feel better. At some level, they understand the complexity.
I’m happy I offered. If they do want to work with me, I’d be honored. I’m glad I put my name in the ring… not for the money but for the opportunity to give back to a family with such love for life and to an organization – St. Jude Children’s Research Hospital – because if they do pay me (what they think the cost of a website should be), all that money will be donated right back.
The real magic moment came when I posted this on Facebook under my offering to help “With something of this importance, work with the person who’ll bring you what you want in the way you want it. You have many people to choose from. I’m happy to have any conversation you want and am happy to advise in any way you want.” As soon as I posted that, I allowed the universal field to take over and that feeling of letting go of control had a touch of magic in it.