How ordinary people turn into heroes and superheroes through crowdsourcing and open innovation
“Unleash Your Superhero” is the latest HeroX challenge, a popular crowdsourcing and crowdfunding fusion platform. On one hand, it helps organizations to solve problems by engaging worldwide problem solvers in exchange for monetary awards for the top solutions. On the other hand, it help fundraising campaigners to launch a challenge and attract solutions or to reach their monetary goals. It is an incentive based platform and the ones who raise above the crowd take the prize.
I won 5 times on such platforms, a thing that brought both money and reputation. I encourage all people passionate about solving problems in creative ways to engage in the crowdsourcing game as it is a rich and surprising experience.
“Unleash Your Superhero” challenge was designed and launched by HeroX having the purpose to better understood the crowdsourcing innovators, to explore their stories and of course, to take the opportunity of marketing for both sides.
There were 2 categories for this challenge and one could have submitted his/her story to one or both:
- Your Path to the Prize asks you to share the journey behind an innovation that was submitted to an incentive challenge
- Innovation Heroes asks you to share the journey behind an innovation that was outside the scope of an incentive challenge
The prizes offered for each category are as follows:
- No.1: 1.000 $
- No.2: 500 $
- No.3 250 $
- People’s choice: 1.000 $ (based on a voting system)
The results will be announced somewhere during this March 2017.
I submitted my story to “Your Path to the Prize” category and I called it “Hey, you’re a dreamer?”. Inside the story I highlighted a whole community of such heroes, the We Are Solvers one, and I also quoted some of my peers’ thoughts, motivations, opinions and feelings.
Here is an excerpt from my story:
Hey, you’re a dreamer?
Man on the Train: Hey, are you a dreamer?
Man on the Train: I haven’t seen too many around lately. Things have been tough lately for dreamers. They say dreaming is dead, no one does it anymore. It’s not dead it’s just that it’s been forgotten, removed from our language. Nobody teaches it so nobody knows it exists. The dreamer is banished to obscurity. Well, I’m trying to change all that, and I hope you are too. By dreaming, every day. Dreaming with our hands and dreaming with our minds. Our planet is facing the greatest problems it’s ever faced, ever. So whatever you do, don’t be bored, this is absolutely the
most exciting time we could have possibly hoped to be alive. And things are just starting.
(Waking Life, 2001)
Year 2010. Autumn. Somewhere in October.
Three years after the big fall. My fall. Wrong moment, wrong people, wrong place. Or the world’s fall. A perfect imperfection in the mechanism of the universe. Or just another blind choice.
I walk in circles. Smaller and smaller circles. This is how identical thousands of days feel like. I am trapped between my past and future choices, between selves, worlds and times. It’s absolutely terrifying, but at the same time, I realize it is a unique opportunity. I can choose from endless possible scenarios. This time the whole design is in my hands.
Am I smart enough to be lucky? To pick the best possible story for the rest of my life? Once I do, how can I be sure and how do I get there in due time?
I am falling deeper and deeper into the spirals of a life that I don’t recognize and that I don’t validate as being mine. There is no light in here. On the margins of life there is another life, different breeds of humans, new kind of stories and other rules. Here all people turned into words. Though, it is the best place to live up to your values. That is a luxury you seldom see inside the circles of the ordinary world. I never imagined that words hold so much power.
I remember I judged the people who crowd and push each other in church to take away as many pieces of wafer as possible. A Black Friday kind of scene. Then I abrubtly changed my mind.
It happened that Sunday morning when I heard the bells, I woke up and I was hungry as I have never been before. I was raised in poverty, but it was my mother’s poverty. She raised us alone and she learned how to make us forget about it. I never tasted my own. That day I rushed to the church, waited restless for the priest to put an end to his preaching, pushed myself in front of everyone and grabbed the wafers. And then I stopped. What am I doing?
I looked around. Fallen and broken people everywhere. Different clothes, the same face. The face of poverty. Poor people look alike, if you noticed. I tried so much to escape it and here I am. Thinking to steal the wafers in the church.
How low can I get? How low are you willing to get? My mind replied.
I turned to myself and started to count my blessings. I still have some clothes left. My mother and sister are still alive and well. I still have friends. I still have a few time left in this house. I still have my brains. Or at least, I think so. You never hear that click inside your mind. It just happens and that’s it. You are clueless.”
(Read full story here)