So, I had this idea: why don’t I use my non-profit as a vehicle to create an opportunity for fathers or father-figures to read to their children. Afterward, both could go to a local restaurant and enjoy a root beer float together.
…And so I planned, I networked, I advertised. I played and replayed all possible scenarios, which all pointed to a successful event.
On the day of the event, I waited at the venue for people to flood the event. Slam Dunk!
One hour in and only one person came to enjoy the opportunity.
What the Hell?
This seemed like a slam dunk to me. Why wouldn’t a person take 15 minutes out of their schedule to read to their child? The way I see it, it’s a win-win for our community! Kids are read to, thus increasing their brain capacity; the local public library gains more readership, and a local restaurant gains patrons. I sat on the step wondering where I went wrong.
One hour in, I was ready to walk away.
But, just then, I see a father and his daughter walk in and grab a book.
Shit! A glimmer of hope. Would you look at that?
After choosing a book, they both walk outside, sit together under the gazebo, and read together.
…and that made it all worth it.
Maybe the event did not work out as I wanted it to…
Maybe I should have done a better job planning within the logistical side…
Maybe I should have been more aggressive with my advertising – shook a few more hands/handed out more materials.
I could “maybe” this thing all day. Grasping at what went wrong.
What I do know is that I possibly helped make a difference in that little girl’s life. She got to spend quality time with her father, under the gazebo.
Today, she and her father possibly made a memory.