My life is filled with tiny moments such as when a community-based social activist turns around and tell people he's a 'consultant'. When my once-upon-a-time farmer, now enterprise trainer attends a closing ceremony in a beautiful black suit and tells an audience filled with the development sector elite what his professional opinion is. When the same trainer comes up to me to show-off his clothes (complete-with-shiny-tie) and shyly tells me he's decided to go back to school for a masters degree. When I de-brief my material with the community and they tell me that one non-literate participant loved the illustrated manual we created so much she stayed up all night having her matriculate son read it to her. Or like kal, when a fulbright applicant from the nether regions of Balochistan tells me he wants to be a political journalist or a romantic fiction writer (a'la Paulo Coelho) and I look into his eyes and I know that he's going to get the chance to take another step towards his dream.
It's moments like these when I know - without a shadow of doubt - that I love what I do. I can go to sleep at night knowing no matter how tiny and insignificant it may be, I've made a difference. And that makes me happy :).