I grew up in the Society for Creative Anachronism and we have events with merchants. After my return from exile, or marriage, I didn’t feel like I was capable of really anything, but my friends did and they asked me to step in and be in charge of the merchants.
I didn’t even think I was going to be able to make it to the event, but a bunch of things came together. They needed someone bad enough to cover a few things, and a friend got me there.
The merchants loved me. I’ve known some of them my whole life and they were downright excited to see me. I actually got a local award for helping out. I was really proud that they felt like they could ask. I was also proud of the job I did without much warning.