Last night I had a horrible nightmare. I dreamed that someone’s toddler was lost in an amusement park, and no one wanted to shut down the park to find the boy. They were saying that “the show must go on”. And later as I searched in despair, I was led to the hiding spot of a group of child traffickers inside the park itself.
I felt the pain of a mother and rage -and as I was about to go into war with them, I woke up. My son was sleeping next to me.
The whole morning the pain and gloom sustained and I felt the urge to write this letter to shake it off.
I know I dreamed this because last night, I read the sad story of families in Kaboul, having to sell their children to survive. “Every month, several children are buried. They died from cold, hunger, or disease”.
How do you feel when you see chaos and injustice like this in the world, First name?
Often, I feel overwhelmed. Part of me feels paralyzing despair. This child could have been us, our nephew or niece, or our own child.
At times, I’m wondering whether it is right to carry on business as usual when others are experiencing tragedy. Should we stop showing up? Should we not talk about business? It feels superficial in comparison.
But then, as I reflect, I ask myself, as a business coach, what can become even more important than helping people realize their dreams?