Insurance is my Calling
Every day, people go to work and do just that. Work. Sometimes, it goes by gentler names like the nine-to-five or the daily grind, but the truth remains that for the majority of folks, work is what happens during the five-day countdown to the weekend.
But for some of us, work is something entirely different. It’s the reason we wake up every morning. More than what we do, it’s what defines us as individuals. It’s what we think about on the two-day countdown to Monday. And when it becomes that, it’s no longer work at all. It’s a calling. For me, it was a series of events beginning in 1999 that eventually gave me the purpose and passion to find my place, my calling, in the insurance industry.
I was in my mid-twenties, a young, exhuberant York University graduate running a successful business in the financial sector. As lucky in love as in commerce, I was dating an amazing woman (whom indeed, I would marry five years later). Things couldn’t get much better, I thought. And I was right. They could, however, get worse.
One afternoon, I arrived at my family home only to be greeted by a pale, silent version of my mother. I sat on the couch, eyes stinging with tears as she bravely explained about the rare and life-threatening medullary thyroid cancer she had been diagnosed with. Numbly, I left the house that evening, walking block after block as I tried to collect my thoughts. I was the eldest son in a family of boys. I knew I’d have to be strong for my younger brothers but how, I couldn’t imagine. No one ever expects something like this to happen to them. I remember, even as I tried process the terrible news, that it seemed so surreal. My mother had always been there for me, from scraped knees to the chest-colds. She made me feel invincible because I’d always thought she was. That was the first time I truly understood what it meant to be vulnerable.
Several months later, my father was rushed into hospital for emergency coronary artery bypass surgery. It’s an awful feeling walking into Recovery and not recognizing your own dad. Slowly, his condition improved, but it was a long and difficult road for us all.
Why am I sharing this with you?
Because Insurance is not my job, it’s my passion. Hindsight’s 20/20. At one point or another, we’ve all for whatever reason, wished we had been more prepared. My parents never had Critical Illness Protection. This insurance product would have paid them a lump sum after thirty days of surviving their respective illnesses. Imagine the medical assistance and homecare resources this would have looked after. Think about the access to better doctors that would have been made available; or even compensation to take the time off work for a restful family vacation. My parents always provided the best for me. I wish I could have said thank-you in a way they deserved.
If you’re like me, this is as unpleasant a subject to think about as it is to address. One in 2.3 men and one in 2.6 women living in Canada will develop Cancer during their lifetime. Sickness is a statistical eventuality. Now, we’re working on changing that, but in the meantime, why not investigate what you can do to protect yourself and your family? My family deserves the best in life, disability and critical illness needs. I’m betting yours does, too.
So pick up the phone or send me an email. Life’s precious. Let’s talk about it.
Jack Bendahan, “The Life Man”