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Saturday, March 16, 2013

April showers bring May Flowers


April Showers bring May Flowers                                                 www.finditfashion.com
A catchy little phrase often used at the turn of spring, can be used in a second way toward life.
Every day, we face our own battles, struggles between who we are, and who we want to be. Or, where we are, and where we want to go. These are all things we as people contemplate and move towards. These thoughts help define the decisions we make going into the future and beyond. This is where we hit the fork in the road and have to choose the route worth taking. It is where we see what we are made of and what we can endure, the storm, the chaos, the journey.
If it was not for the rain, we would not appreciate the sunlight; a thought that rings especially true with me these days. I came to the Dominican Republic after careful conversation with my husband on his own plans and goals for the future. We knew this is where he could break into the baseball world, and without a thought against it we packed out belongings and flew to a new life. Now, the DR is a beautiful place filled with rich culture, great beaches and incredible possibilities. I guess that is the perk to most developing countries, they have so much potential.
Knowing what it was my husband wanted to do, baseball, it was our goal to get him as a scout for a MLB team and headed in a management direction. Only, we had no idea how hard it was going to be. To ease the minds of my parents, and better the idea of us leaving a well- paying job and life for something a little more rough around the edges; we fibbed and said he had already obtained a scouting position and we had to go so he could begin work. In reality, we had no idea where we were going to start with his dream, and we came to the DR only after the advising of a MLB director to come here and there “may” be a position open.  So we came, and to our luck, no position was open. We heard nothing for months, running through our precious savings and running out of hope.  I landed a job as a teacher at a local bilingual school to help pay bills and buy food, knowing it was not what I wanted but what I needed to do.
Just when we both thought we couldn’t take anymore, a call came. The call was from Abe’s father who wanted to inform him that the Texas Rangers wanted to sponsor Abe to go to “scout school,” a two week program here in the DR, that prepares soon to be scouts, new scouts and old scouts for the world of scouting. This was just the opportunity we had been waiting for, and after two long weeks, Abe returned with not only valuable knowledge, but an abundance of contacts!
We were so sure, he would have a job by Christmas, and we felt confident that our lives were finally on the up and up. Interviews came and went, but nothing. Then one week before we were scheduled to leave, Abe had an interview with the Director of the White Sox, a God send it you ask me. When he showed up at the hotel to meet Mr. Marco Patty, he was not there. Fratically, Abe waited, if only Mr. Patty knew how important this was to my husband, if only anyone understood what we had been through. After three long hours of waiting Mr. Patty pulled up to the hotel, surprised I am sure, that Abe was still waiting to meet with him after all this time. They talked for hours, into the night and when everything was said and done, Marco felt that Abe maybe just what he was looking for. This is what I like to refer to as a Christmas Blessing.
During the next few weeks, Abe had the chance to tag along with the other White Sox scouts and see what they do, while giving his own skills and knowledge of baseball. Something he did worked, because after two long weeks, many months and a lot of stress he was offered the job. Finally, he would be following his heart and working toward his dreams.
Meanwhile, still working at the school, I was unhappy about the pay, my circumstances and the future of my career. I was happy for my husband, but unsatisfied with myself. Scared to bring up the subject to my husband, I hid my feelings and became more and more on edge. Finally, I discussed the idea of moving back to the states without Abe in order to get my own career on track. To my surprised he was in 100% agreement with my thoughts, unselfishly looking at the big picture and not the present circumstances. I was proud of where our relationship had come, and what we had evolved to. It was good to feel completely confident in something.  It was nice to see where we had come and how much trust and respect we both had for each other.
With his confirmation to search for the job of my dreams, I began to reach out to people and companies I had been interested in for years. Belk, being one of them. Not only is Belk one of the best department stores in the south, but for someone looking to get into merchandising and hoping to be a buyer in the future, it was a very good choice for me and happens to be located near my hometown.
At this point, I had applied so many times, not only to Belk, but to many other buying programs and merchandising positions in the area and throughout the U.S., becoming depressed because I felt that I would never hear back from anyone. Then, almost within weeks of our conversation, I got a call late at night. Thinking it was my father, and hoping to tell him Happy Birthday, I was surprised to hear a women’s voice on the other end. The women said she worked for Belk and wanted to see if I could come for the Merchandise Assistant interview that Friday. Without a hesitation I said yes, and begin making flight arrangements.
When I got to the Carolinas, I became overwhelmed with the ideas of getting and not getting this position. The pressure of landing the foot in the door dream job of a lifetime was too much to handle, and became worried that I would not be able to step up to the plate. Come interview time, I sat in the car for an hour at the Belk building reading over notes and names and information that I wanted to discuss. I went into the interviews and gave them my all, but was a little weirded out by the way things ended; Very matter of fact. I was unsure I had showed my passion and determination to succeed.  Reliving every word and every hand shake, I was gradually making myself crazy.
Flying back to the DR that weekend, with many things in the air and unresolved,  I could not help to feel overwhelmed and concerned about what would happen next. To ease my mind, I decided to reach out the Belk Company and all the people whom I had the pleasure of interviewing with. I told them how grateful I was for the interview, and reminded them of the skills and qualities I had to bring to the company. By Monday morning I received the call. I had been extended an offer and would start by the end of the month. Prayers answered, now I am packing my things and headed back to the place I had to leave to do the thing I love. These are just some of my most recent storms, but just like everything, they too have calmed and the sun has resurrected from a dark place.  I guess April showers really do bring May flowers. 

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