I’ve never worked a casino before. Not for the community league, not for the playschool, not for anyone. I don’t gamble. And I prefer to forget about the tight, dark faces of the ones who lose too much – or the ones who take it all. I don’t like to be up all night. I don’t like being managed. (I’m self-employed for a reason.) I was sure I wouldn’t like working casinos, so I always refused to do it.
But then I got an email for The Centre for Family Literacy. The people who opened my eyes to the state of education in Alberta, and the value of constructive activism. For them, I would walk stark naked down a flaming gangplank over a shark-infested bay. They were short two people for a 9:45pm to 3:15am shift.
What could I say?
(Continued at thevalentine4.com)