When I was in my early twenties, I had a personal epiphany. I credit this to Harriett, my incredible roommate at the time. She was a youth counselor and a wise friend to me and after living with her for a year or so, I made a decision based on that epiphany that would change my life forever.
I decided to help other people, whenever and however I could…as long as it did not make me feel like a martyr.
I had no idea at the time that I had just written my first personal mission statement. You see, I had observed the acidic nature of martyrdom in other people through my life. People who did something for someone else, but at such a personal cost that they either suffered in silence or more often, gave a big guilt package along with their service that crushed the recipient. I decided not to go there.