We posed the following question to our authors:
"What does education mean to you?"
As usual, our authors did not disappoint! Please join us throughout the week as we share their incredible stories and memories.
Please welcome our first author, Daisy Phillips...
For those of you who don’t know me, I’m a relatively new Evernight author. I just found out that for the week of July 14th to 21st, Evernight will donate 100% of website sales to World Vision’s Education for Girls Fund.
Education, something so many of us take for granted. Even more so, we, as women, can’t contemplate not having the same educational opportunities as our male counterparts. It wasn’t always possible for us, and in some parts of the world, it still isn’t possible.
I grew up on welfare. Needless to say, we were poor. We didn’t have a telephone until I was in high school. One year my mother bought me a pair of new winter boots. When I got home from school and tried them on, I declared them ugly and refused to wear them. She sent me to the store to return them. I did and stuffed that $20 bill in my pocket and came home. I didn’t mess around or detour, but somehow I lost that $20. I didn’t get new boots that year and I knew better to complain.
I grew up believing the professional careers available to women were are a teacher, secretary or nurse. Nothing wrong with any of these, but none suited my interests or abilities. But these were the only jobs females did, right?
My mother loved me, but she had only a ninth grade education. She had no ability to guide or advise me. She couldn’t do anything but provide love and support. My future seemed pretty clear.
But then, in the tenth grade, I read a newspaper article about MBAs. Until then, I’d never heard of an MBA. I had only the vaguest notion about university as it wasn’t something that was destined to be in my future. This MBA degree, it sounded intriguing. And it sounded like a way to get out of poverty as graduates could make $12,000 a year or even more!
I asked my high school guidance counselor about getting an MBA. She was a wonderful, kind woman, but I can still remember the look of skepticism on her face. She didn’t tell me I couldn’t, but she didn’t tell me I could. To give her credit, when I came back to her a decade later asking for a recommendation for MBA school, she was delighted to write an enthusiastic endorsement.
Fast forward three more decades. I have my MBA. I hold a responsible position with a large bank with six people reporting to me. I have my own home. And I am a published author. If you had told the younger me that any of these things were possible, I would have laughed.
Education opens doors and helps make dreams come true, even those dreams you didn’t know you could have.
Daisy Philips was born in Nova Scotia but has lived most of her life in Toronto. In addition to writing, she loves photography and travel. She's visited 20 countries and counting. She also loves hearing from readers. Find Daisy on Facebook.
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"Education is not the filling of a pail, but the lighting of a fire." ~ W.B. Yeats