Taking The Cake
I didn’t take the cake.
You’ve heard the phrase, “You really take the cake.” But you can’t apply that to me.
When it first became apparent that Charlie could not go to daycare because of his special needs, and thusly I could not get a job, welfare and foodstamps and charity were suddenly thrust upon us.
I went to the special needs office in West Des Moines, Iowa and there was a special area set up with donations from local merchants. There were cakes from Hy-Vee – the local supermaket. There was a really pretty cake that I knew Charlie would love. It was free for me to take.
But I knew, in my heart and without a doubt, that if I took something from that table – I would be defining us. Defining us to me, and to the city and the state and the universe – as a charity case. I just couldn’t do it.
I left that cake on the table, went and bought an espresso from Starbucks that I could not afford, and proceeded to hunt for work on Craig’s List – anything I could do from home that would pay.
That is how my business was born – from little WordPress jobs on Craig’s List. Because I would not settle.
And because I did not take the cake.