Yesterday was the CPA Day of Service. A day for the members of my profession to join together to engage in our communities. To help where we can. We cannot repay what we have been given, but we must try.
Will all be forgotten when we wake tomorrow? Will sleep erase our debt? No. This day is but a place holder, a reminder for all the other days of the year.
I celebrate my parents on February 3rd and 13th. That is when they were born, but I appreciate them all year long. One day reminds us of what we feel every day. The same is true for the Day of Service.
I unpacked boxes in my church office for the Day of Service. We opened what we needed when we moved, but the remaining boxes have been sitting on the floor since the beginning of the summer. I didn’t finish the task in one day. There are still boxes waiting to be sorted and papers to be filed, so I will keep working on it even though the Day of Service is over.
Because this isn’t about a single day of serving but about what CPAs do.
We help where needed.