I live to serve.
In 1989, my father died, and all of sudden the feeling of
insecurity stroked the 19 year old teenager Elena. In that
moment I started asking myself, like any other young
person at that age: “Why am I here? What is or what
should be my purpose?”. I was confused.
I had two options:
#1 option: to complain about my situation, get
frustrated and bored all day long, get mad on clients,
serve them badly, ruin my day and their day as well.
Without vast of the financial help that I had I was in the
position of providing money at least for my university,
this way taking a lot of pressure out of my mother’s
shoulders. So I started working, taking the first and the
only job at my disposal at that moment, something that
you may call in 2014 “shop assistant.”
Imagine a grocery in the communist Romania; it
constantly looked like a nowadays supermarket second
day after Christmas, couple pieces of bread, two types
of candies, some sauce for cooking, dry biscuits and
preserved vegetables in cans and almost all the time a
grey, and dusty atmosphere.
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tional development
I found myself working in this sad environment, waking
up every morning at 4 a.m., traveling one hour by bus,
to get in time for the first clients at 5.30. a.m.; I guess is
no one’s dream-job, but I had to handle the situation.
Like any other human being, I was striving for a happy
life, but apparently I was not there yet, I was constantly
asking myself: “What