Posted on March 3, 2014
I have pimples too…
Good morning everyone!! Another Monday, my favorite day of the week. A new beginning.
Yesterday a reader left a comment on my blog saying that I offended her. She felt the need to tell me that I have no idea the struggles of most Americans.
Mike is a disabled Veteran with a Purple Heart that laces up his boots and works with his hands every day.
He lost his advertising/marketing job in 2008 due to the economy. He spent a very short time looking for work in the same field, but we both knew that that was a dead end. We lived in a small house (697 square feet) in a little town in the Central Valley of California.
Yes, that was our house just 3 years ago.
I was working at Starbucks as a part time Barista. We decided that he was going to start a new career at the age of 41. He went to the unemployment office and talked to the Veterans rep, where he learned about a program that was 10 weeks long. If/when completed, the only guarantee was nothing more than a job interview. Of over 700 applicants Mike was 1 of 26 who were accepted. He drove 50 miles one way every day to sit in a classroom for 8 hours, 5 days a week for 10 weeks. He was the 2nd oldest in the class.
This is Mike when facing roadblocks…He doesn’t go around, over or under, he crashes through!
After graduating from the program and going to that promised interview, he didn’t get the job. I’ve never seen him so focused on any thing before. He was determined to take care of us. So in the meantime, he took a job as a cross country truck driver and was gone for about 2 weeks at a time, all the time knowing there would be a chance at another interview, it was just a matter of time. He drove truck for almost a year.
That interview came in 2011, where all of his hard work and determination paid off. He started at the bottom, and lived in a rented room, while I stayed back home. We lived like that for 4 months until I moved to San Mateo, then Mountain View, and now Monterey.
Why do I feel the need to tell you all this? Mike said yesterday that when he is asked about his success he doesn’t feel as though he has succeeded. He is always looking for more. He sometimes goes to work at 7:30 AM and gets home at 2:00 AM the next morning, and he loves every minute of it.
The man works and I am very happy to take care of everything else so he can focus 100% on the highly dangerous job he not only loves, but pours his heart + soul into.
There are no freebies, no help from anyone or the government. This is 100% pure hard work, dedication and the drive to become something better than we were the day before. We don’t believe in luck. And while we’re on the subject, since when did success become offensive?
The comment said that I have too much time and money on my hands. Well, going to a blog, reading a post, getting offended, and writing a comment about how you’re gonna unsubscribe is the epitome of having too much time on your hands. As for money, maybe I do. But we have had struggles and we still remember them. We feel that we are now being rewarded for all of the hard work WE put in.
Blogging is one dimensional. This is my personal blog and no one’s forcing you to come read it every day. You see only the parts of our lives I choose to show you. I don’t feel the need to tell you all of the charities we donate to or the places I volunteer my time at, because that’s just private
I’m not showing you my pimples……..