I spent two days on the road this week for work, and I'm finding that I like road trips less and less. But they are a necessity from time to time.
One night as I passed a group of businessmen who had gathered in front of the hotel, I couldn't help but overhearing some of their conversation. It seemed they were talking about a meeting they had all attended that day, about things they learned from the speaker, and how that would improve their roles in the business, and how - hopefully - their division would be better than another division.
While they were having their meetings, I was attending meetings too, with my colleagues from around the state. But our meetings weren't about motivational speakers, they weren't about making or selling more widgets, nor were we hoping to out-do another division in our industry.
We spent most of two days having animated and spirited discussions about plans and decisions that would directly affect the lives, health and safety of hundreds of thousands of Mississippians affected by disasters. For us, that is a normal day. When we were done, I drove home to another night of teaching future life-savers...my EMT students.
Those involved in the art of capitalism are what made this country great. But for the life of me, I can't find what satisfaction they gain in the long-term from their careers. In my state, I'm one of nine people out of nearly 3 million that do what we do. We're 0.0003% of the state's population, but the things we do affect the other 99.9997%.
I'm blessed.
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