I just viewed what was you greatest skill. I would like to inquire what was your greatest accomplishment. What made it so great and what hardships did you endure along the way.
As a volunteer, I am proudest of:
Co-founding the Women's Resource Center, providing shelter and services to homeless and battered women and children. When I moved to Wenatchee in 1984, the only shelter was for men. The Women's Resource Center now houses over 75 families, and is a United Way agency.
Co-founing an alternative school to address the high dropout rate in Wenatchee Schools. Wenatchee had one of the highest teen pregnancy rates in the state, as well. So, I made sure child care and parenting classes were included. Now part of the Wenatchee School District, Westside HIgh School graduated 1,500 seniors in the first 10 years.
Since 2006 as a volunteer college mentor, I have helped minority, low income students write essays for college and scholarship applications. One of my best success stories is Brenda, who won $269,755 in scholarships in 2016. A sophomore at Wesleyan University in Connecticut, Brenda plans to become a medical doctor and pathologist. She hopes to cure diseases.
In May 2018, I was awarded the first "Scholarship Rockstar"award from the Wenatchee High School College Mentor Program. It thrills me to send these kids to college.
Going back to school at 35 to get the credential that landed me the job that became a 28 year career. Quitting the job I had (crappy, but it paid the bills) for an uncertain outcome, and then re-learning how to take notes and do homework, wasn't easy. Hard work can, sometimes at least, pay off.
Functioning with narcolepsy. I have no marriage, no children, no degree, no career. Nothing most people would consider 'success' or 'achievement.' I really feel living with this disease is enough of an obstacle to overcome. It gets me down that there are people who feel otherwise.
I'd say maintaining a marriage and raising my son well. The hardships were by far and large having to do with the hassle my in-laws provided. Many of them are Alcoholics, drug addicts and quite honestly horribly negative. All were born in a small country town, most of them didn't finish school, and few of them can even keep a job for more than a few months or so in a stretch. Keeping myself and my son sane in all that mess, and both of us sober and clean, was an outstanding triumphant accomplishment.
As patient and understanding as I can be, I can also be a rabid bear in the right circumstances. Keeping that under control is also quite an accomplishment through all that.
Were I in prison and you asked me to describe my upbringing, you'd say "No wonder."
I'm not.
Surviving a very reckless and unabashed youth...raised in a military and religious family, so when I was on my own, I tried everything...traveling on my own throughout Europe, skydiving, scuba diving, white water rafting, drugs, sex, etc. etc. I am lucky to be have made it through and now, I am happy to chill and take life a bit more easy.
My greatest accomplishment was going to nursing school to become an RN. I quit college my junior year to have my son; my daughter came not quite a year later. Both are fabulous accomplishments in themselves.
When they were 1 and 2, I entered nursing school, and had a job to pay for their day care. I was married too.
Very busy two years, but I made it!
Well "greatest" can mean "most difficult", "most satisfying", "most important" or probably a few other "mosts". So "it depends". My most satisfying accomplishment (good outcome relative to effort input, with some discernible impact on the world) was the creation of a particular software system. My most difficult accomplishment was raising my children, particularly given the circumstances under which I did it. But the general thanklessness of it and the death of one of my two children removes it from consideration for "most satisfying".
@Akfishlady Increasingly, the trend is that higher education is only for those wealthy enough to be able to pay cash on the barrelhead for it, or at least to avoid the exploitive and usurious student debt system by whatever means.
Here in New York we now have a half-assed program that pays your tuition to a state university for undergrad purposes if your family resides in-state and earns less than $115K a year and you agree to work in-state for at least as many years as you get the grants once you have the degree, and you do it as a full time, first-time student. And meet a few other tricky and somewhat questionable requirements. That's another potential path for the non-wealthy to having a shot at a decent income.
My stepchildren finished their degrees substantially debt-free only because their wealthy biological father came through for them. My own children had full-ride scholarships based on HS academic performance and a willingness to attend state universities. I guess that's still an option for some. Not sure.
Then of course as you point out there's the whole question of whether the degree even gets you anything. My stepson took philosophy, which is pretty much worthless except for teaching philosophy, or whatever indirect applicability it might have to "real" jobs. Fortunately he also minored in mathematics, which is a more marketable expertise, and wants to be an academic anyway. He hasn't figured out yet how much he'll hate the politics and other BS in academia though. So it goes. We chases our dreams, and some of them are phantoms.
Getting a degree of course is only (supposed to be) an entry ticket to the "feel accomplished" sweepstakes. The accomplishment of getting a degree doesn't last very long if you don't get work in your field, or discover to your chagrin that it's not what you thought it would be in terms of floating your boat. My biological son got his degree in system administration only for the field to dry up just as he got his sheepskin (due mainly to the transition to cloud computing and the concentration of a greatly reduced number of those jobs in a few large companies and geographic locations). He never did work in his field of choice and in some ways that turned out to be his undoing. When he died he was working at a fast food joint and trying to pick up a second degree in a field he didn't like so much. At least he died trying I guess.
@Akfishlady It was my son that didn't make it, and my stepson is still in the game, but thanks. Life happens. My personal purgatory is no worse or better than anyone else's. At least my stepson was wiling to say, "you still have me". He's a true comfort to me. Love him like my own.
This business you mention of people being willing to work for less than their educational level is something I've seen a great deal of. When my son was seeking work, what work he could find was demanding a BS where an AS would have sufficed in the past, and an MS where a BS would have sufficed. So the willingness of the young to work beneath their theoretical pay grade reflects their desperation, largely motivated by employers requiring more education or experience than they need for entry level jobs, merely because they CAN. Talk about moving the goalposts! And what a disrespectful note to get off on with your new hires. Really inspires loyalty and devotion, doesn't it? NOT!
Clearly my children, now 33 and 31. We have done it hard but we stand by each other no matter what. Thanks to their mother we were homeless for a while, then we had a home but no furniture or anything, but we did what we had to do. We all leaned a lot, I had to learn to cook better which I guess is something.
I am not sure I know what my greatest skill is but one I take pride in is comforting and convincing people to have their surgery when they are scared. Nothing as dramatic as holding someone's hand at the side of their bed before surgery but on the phone or in person when they are scared and are canceling their surgery. For over a decade I would call people and give them instructions on their next day surgery. I have had a lot of surgeries and at last count was up eleven. Certainly not the highest but more than average. I would use my experiences to comfort people and let them know that it was ok to be a little scared but that a vast majority of surgeries are trouble free. Convince them that it is not like TV and where every episode someone isn't clinging to life and that TV Hospital dramas can do us a disservice and misinform people about the risks of surgery. Older people remember the time when surgery and Anesthesia was not as safe as today and that forms their view of having surgery as being dangerous. Explaining to them that techniques, equipment, medications and follow up care have all improved since that time helped them get over their fears.
My greatest accomplishments are my children. Its been tough. My eldest doesn't speak to me, she was a sickly baby and hard work as a child and a teen. Now she is doing very well. Eventually she will talk to me again but I am very proud of her. She is beautiful sweet funny and intelligent. My middle boys has just finished his BA. He nearly died when he was born and grew up to develop Aspbergers. He is bright funny and kind. He looks beautiful and has a heart of gold. My youngest is a mini me. 6ft 3, kind loving intelligent. He has type 1 diabetes and lots of physical problems. He has been ill a lot but is heading off to York this sept to do philosophy.
I of course, remain upright, employed, creative and academic but nothing I acheive, not the doctorate, not papers publish, nothing makes me prouder than those three.
Thanks for sharing. I commend you for mentioning your oldest not speaking to you. Mine didn't for several years but eventually came around.
I think that this if far more common than is generally realized because parents don't talk about it. I think they fear the assumption that there's something horrible about the parent, or something defective in how they brought the child up, that the child won't talk to them. When in fact it may be something horrible about the child (who, after all, has their own agency / responsibility) or simply "one of those things" -- just more unwanted / un-needed human drama.
My wife's daughter has had stretches of not speaking to her and (worse in my view) stretches of being cruel to her. The daughter is only one year younger than her brother, who has a very close and respectful relationship to his mother and is like a son to me. Raised the same way by the same parents, totally different result. Both now in their mid-twenties and old enough to know better.
The sad reality is that sometimes your progeny is nothing like you in terms of personality and perception, and/or, can have mental health or addition issues, or is just plain immature. This can lead to fallings-out and worse forms of dysfunction. It happens.
I have learned not to judge people by their children. Although I confess that I do sometimes judge children by how they treat their parents ...
Anyway thanks for shedding a little light on this dark corner of human experience. It matters.