Looking out for the little guy has always come naturally to me. That doesn’t make me a hero, nor do I believe I am better than anyone else because of it. I am imperfect, flawed and floundering as most of us are.
I think there are a combination of factors that have made me so adamant about wanting to help causes where I can.
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Firstly, my mum. I grew up in a house with three sisters, my mum working several jobs and trying to work out how she could give us all culture and creativity with little to no budget. We wanted dance classes she couldn’t afford, so she opened her own dance school. I have very little memory of it being my mum’s school. I have seen photos of her with a money tin at the local youth centre but I had no concept of that. I remember loving dance classes, the costumes my mum would sew us late at night for each show, the excitement when I got a new pair of ballet shoes.
She worked overtime, tirelessly to buy us second hand instruments and get us lessons where she could. I had a clarinet when I was seven and I passed my grade five at 11. I had a saxophone for my 14th and singing lessons for my 16th birthday.
Coupled with her dedication to helping her daughters fulfil their dreams, whatever shape they were in, my mum would also help in the community. She has volunteered in soup kitchens, been an active member of various churches and charity drives. She held onto the idea that if you had enough, you gave a portion of what you had to those in need. She didn’t waste food either – if one of us left the freezer open she would cook everything and have an impromptu street party so everyone could help us eat it. In turn, when my family was in need a couple of times, the local church provided us with boxes of food essentials – and my mum turned these events into games, too.
Of course, like any family there were times of sadness, trauma and arguments, but largely I had a rich, vibrant, exciting, playful, colourful childhood that was surrounded with love and a lot of chaos, and I learned about kindness for other people and for animals.