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Amelia Roosevelt


Different Jobs, Similar Souls

Posted On:20-Oct-2019/2:44 am

I love my job because it showed me many truths of life.

It taught me how different this world is. It taught me how similar we are.

It was one such day. A pleasant middle-aged lady came to meet our Manager. After some discussions, I was called over. It was not unusual. We as bankers many people came to us for different banking needs, mostly for advice on savings to make their (or of the people they care) future secure. One was this officer from a Non-Profit Organization. What I had to do was to visit her office to open accounts for some women in one of their projects.  

Her office was nearby. Women of all walks of life were there, some middle-aged, some pretty young, some sad, some of no care mood, some way forward (as I observed). So, as instructed I supported them all to complete the account opening forms and came back. I didn’t know why I had to go there, instead of them coming to the Bank, which was not difficult for where they were. However, the next day one by one, all of them came to collect their passbooks.

Then, I got to know who they were.

I was supporting a rehabilitation project to develop a secure future for a group of sex workers. The savings was for them to get out of the situation or to build up a fund for their old age. Since I have seen them twice and had to support to complete their forms, many faces registered in my mind.

Next day, I was getting onto the bus. At once, I caught a set of eyes (kind of terrified) following me from a nearby seat. There was fear, anxiety, and assured chaos written all over her face. I gave my best innocent smile as to calm her down (I could smile with any stranger with ease), and wondered on my way, why she was so tense seeing me. Like any other person on the bus, she was a commuter for her job.

Suddenly it occurred to me. I could recall her face. She was in that group.

No wonder she was frightened. Her reputation, her daily commute in that bus, her whole life was in my hand.

What do you think I have done? To point her to my fellow commuters and make them aware who travels with us as innocent as any other or what else!

The first thing came into my mind was she was going to her job. Whether she was straying, her infidelity or any other description was none of my business. Just like me, she was another commuter to her job. I don’t have any right to question (or judge) her conduct, being another human in this world, who is not any superior or grander than her (according to the morals taught by my ever respected parents).

So, I went on my way as usual and she on hers.

Next day she greeted me with a good morning and there was a grateful smile on her face.

Tell me, was I wrong? Should I have acted in some other way?

Who am I to throw stones at her?

I don't know why she had chosen that as her profession. I am sure it was not even in her wildest dreams. Nobody offended me as a Shylock or a loan-shark for being a banker. Before her, many had performed the same job with the courtesy of all the noble rankers. It existed so far with the demand. Just like how my profession developed into an industry called banking. The more powerful and organized the group, the more prestigious became the profession. 

We all could see flaws in the other person's job. Traders make a profit from selling above the value added to the good or service. Medical scientists bring forth new medicine tested on innocent lab animals. Persons in the entertainment industry use fake news to arouse fame. We all in the same boat, with so many forbidden acts, struggling for a living. The level of power keeps the mouths shut or fingers pointed.

Whatever we do, we fight for our reputation, good name and status in society. We all are alike inside, afraid of shame, filled with pride and self-importance. Similar souls performing different jobs to live.

I am grateful for my parents for filling me with empathy, at my early ages. 



1 : Nothing is preset, anything could come upon us, too

2 : Pride, self-importance and fear of shame are common for all of us, be aware of that, always

Category:  Fate / Subcategory:  Nothing destined by us

Tags: professions, categorization of jobs, fate, fear of shame, self-importance, saving face

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Lisa Steffler


Thank you, Amelia. This is a very interesting duppydom. I like it because it reads like a story. I have always thought that being a sex worker is an interesting (choosing my word very carefully) choice for a career, but like Adaega said, it is good that you are there to help them plan for the future. I like your use of the words, throwing stones-very biblical-and a good point. And you are right, inside we all have similar souls.

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Adaego M. Azi


Amelia, another good duppydom. I am also grateful that your parents filled you with empathy--I can see it in your articles. Interesting that sex workers think about life after getting out of the business--I have also wondered why or how someone gets into that profession. I am glad that you are there to help :)

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Amie Warwick


Awesome duppydom Amelia-your story took me back to when I was a young girl taking the bus downtown. I used to stare at people wondering where they were going and what they did for a living-I am sure some people probably thought I was the oddest little girl. To think some of them could have been prostitutes and nobody knew. But, when I think about it, it is not that odd. As you mentioned, we all are alike inside, afraid of shame, filled with pride and self-importance—we are all just on our way to some destination. Thank you, Amelia.

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S. Jakes


I swear, I learn something new everyday. Who knew that sex workers planned for their retirement--what a good idea. I love the premise of your duppydom. We all have similar souls, working at different job. Amelia, what a wonderful story.