Food for thought?
Last week I tried to recall how it felt to face insecurity as I left the less than comfortable security of being a government employee for ten years. All I had going for me was that somewhere ‘out there’, there might be an opportunity to be paid enough to “bring home the bacon” and pay the rent.
Since I had almost ten months left to serve I had lots of time to keep my eyes and ears open. What I no longer describe as LUCK…was with me!
Little by little, using my limited experience in the public sector, I began to see a niche where I could meet needs with innovative food ideas. I offered my services as a food promotion consultant and wonderfully, it worked!
You may remember that I had left England with the stern warning from my previous employer, “I will see that you never regain employment in the British Hotel business!” I was therefore, almost, an immigrant escaping persecution. It certainly felt like it as I looked out of the small oval window of the old Air Force transport and watched as my very green homeland was lost in a fine overcast mist; I felt so…alone!
I was an immigrant to New Zealand; or was I an opportunist looking for a better way of living life?
So…what about now?
We are now living in a world full of real people, often with their entire family, looking for a better life.
We call them refugees sometimes but mostly immigrants; many who are escaping very real threats to their lives.
This so-called ‘flood’ has unsettled some people who see these waves of arrivals as somehow diluting their national identity.
Because I have been a quadruple immigrant myself; in New Zealand, Australia, Canada and finally when I became a citizen of the United States. I have come to see immigrants as opportunists who come complete with skills and talent…looking to see where they might fit…in very different circumstances.
I, like my present day counterparts, had to keep my eyes and ears open and whenever an opportunity presented itself, to do my best to deliver great service by doing hard work and wanting to become accepted for who I was…a foreigner.
We often call Western developed nations –“lands of opportunity” and so why not see immigrants as ‘skilled’ opportunists who have come to work hard and become accepted. Who doesn’t identify with that need?
Do you know a recent ‘opportunist’? What kind of impression did they make on you?
Have you ever helped an immigrant/opportunist to enter your community?
Or, have you arrived, as I did, as an opportunist? How did it work for you?
This week I read Treena’s poem A Prayer
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