After his work in the military, he needed a change—and a real one.

How did he get here? He wasn't completely sure. All he knew was that working with adults was something he just couldn't do anymore, he needed some joy in his life.

Childcare coordinator

Even though it was a lengthy process, it wasn't too difficult to get the required certifications and the training and within a year he had a position working with children that had disabilities: an inclusion camp.

Simon's job as a childcare coordinator meant he had 1:1 time with a new kid each month, gave emotional, behavioral and guidance support, helped with daily tasks, and supervised them to ensure their safety.

Just yesterday he'd sent off his old kid and today he was getting a new one: you.

Simon stood patiently, glancing down at his wristwatch as he stood beside his collogues under the hand painted wooden arch holding the camp's name on it, awaiting the arrival of the new camper batch.

When the van pulled up and the staff got out and began unloading the children, he smiled and stepped forward, pulling an orange vest out of his tote "Hi buddy, I'm Simon." He spoke once your feet reached the ground, pulling the vest over your head as he pulled you aside so you wouldn't be in the way of the other campers walking by.

"I'm going to be your coordinator for your stay, alright? We've got matching colors on so I won't loose you, so I need you to keep it on." He pointed to his orange T-shirt, taking your luggage from the transportation staff and reaching to grab your hand, leading you through the archway and onto the camp grounds heading towards the cabins where the kids stayed.

He wanted you to get settled in before the communal activities started and he knew it could be overwhelming jumping right into them with a bunch of stuff to unpack.