As a social media specialist, part of my job is monitoring all social media sites for people talking about us. Most of the time, I end up having to inform people that we actually donate the money people give us, and not pocket it. It is draining dealing with how rude people can be, but one discovered tweet makes ciphering through all the bullshit absolutely worth it.
A girl tweeted a link to Instagram, which she labeled as a picture she bought to support us. Obviously, this intrigued me, as I didn’t know of a picture promotion we were having, so I clicked. And what I found was the most inspirational piece of social media content that I’ve ever seen.
A five year old boy is hand drawing pictures of all his favorite animals to sell to friends and family in order to buy chickens for a family in need. He’s five and already has a bigger heart than anyone I’ve ever met. Naturally, I wanted to write about it, because who can honestly hear about what he is doing and not want to find a simple way to give back, just like him.
I reached out to the mother, who was incredibly proud — as she should be. I could not wait to write about this young boy, yet when I sat down to write, all I could think of was writing about how moved I was from what he was doing.
Clearly there is something wrong with me that I couldn’t get past my own feelings to write about him. I was just so enamored with this kid’s story that it was essentially blinding me from being able to write about him without writing about me feeling so strongly about it. As if, I believed that people would not understand how amazing he is, unless I said how incredible I thought he was explicitly in the story.
And that’s when my writer’s block broke. This five year old’s passion for drawing and helping people reignited my passion’s flame for writing. I knew I had to write a great piece in order to capture his story. I needed to figure my shit out in honor of this kid.
The post is still in progress, but after staring at the screen for what was close to an hour, I was finally able to break ground on writing a piece that captures how wonderful the five year old is without including myself in the article. I’m very excited to be back in the writing mode. I’ve made it over a huge hump, all thanks to a little kid drawing some really meaningful pictures.