Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Fork In the Road

In life we are faced with many different and difficult choices.  What should I eat this morning cereal or the Big Steak omelet from IHOP with tender strips of steak, hash browns, green peppers, onions, mushrooms, tomatoes, and cheddar cheese. Served with salsa?  We face decisions every day but none are as important as the ones that can affect us for the rest of our lives.  Yes, it is true with hold our own destiny, we are free to make our own decisions in life, but sometimes it’s just not that easy.   

My half-sister moved to the Miami Florida, from Nicaragua at her junior year in high school.  She didn’t really know anyone in the Miami except her auntie who let her stay with her.  As she was graduating high school she was forced to make a life changing decision.   What do I do? She was turning 18, didn’t speak English that well and did not want to go back to Nicaragua.

While at school she heard that there was going to be a career day.  She thought this might be a perfect opportunity to see all the possibilities out there for her.  At first she was very excited to go, she was about to be able to hear of so many different choices and one might just help her decide on what to do with her life.  As the day came due for career day she still had one problem her English was not that good.  Now she was nervous.  She was also thinking that her time was running out, with only 4 months before graduation she knew she had to make a decision. 

As she went around the different booths she came across one that would change her life forever, The Army.  At first she was very hesitant to go approach the booth.  She thought, “The Army, what would I do in the Army”.  Out of nowhere a recruiter approached her, just as she finished her last thought.  The recruiter explained to her how beneficial the Army could be.  If she enlisted she could get a college degree, money to buy a house, etc..  She did not know what to think.  Then the recruiter said since you’re a girl you probably won’t need to go to war if one where to break out.  She thought this might be the perfect opportunity for me, I’ll be able to move out of my Aunties place, I won’t have to go back to Nicaragua, and I could get so much from the Army money for a college degree and help to buy a house.  This was the road to her independence the answer that she was looking for.

My half-sister decided to enlist.  She enlisted in February 2003; in March 2003 President George W. Bush declared that we were at war against Iraq.  She was scared but remembered that the recruiter told her that woman typically don’t go to war.  While taking her test to see what jobs she qualified for in the Army she felt pretty good.   She wanted to go into the medical field.  When my half-sister got her test results back, she did not qualify for the medical field.  Due to her language skills being so poor she would have to improve it and, re-apply for the medical field.  What she did qualify for was to be a driver.  So off she went to boot camp.  She passed her six weeks of basic training and then went off to be a driver.  She did not realize she would be driving big cargo trucks.

As soon as her cargo driving training was over she got called to go to the Iraq War as a truck driver.  For some reason truck driving in Iraq was in high demand due to all the trucks that got attacked.  Either they got destroyed by land mines or rocket launchers.

Yes sometimes we are faced with a decision to make, what do I do?  We might not truly understand the decision we are making and how big of an impact it could have on our lives.  Some are very minor, like the Steak Omelet from Ihop that could give you the Hershey Squirts in a few hours, or joining the military without truly knowing what could happen.  My sister looks back on that decision and told me that at times she had to do things that she never wanted to do or dreamed she would be doing.  She didn’t join the Army for the money, but for the opportunity to better her life.   

Monday, April 11, 2011

The Art of Patience

The Art of Patience
One isn’t born with patience; it’s a skill that is developed over time.  It’s an art form that takes discipline.
Growing up I was like most kids. I was very impatient, wanting things immediately.  I feel that I learned a small part of patience due to my economic situation.  I didn’t come from a wealthy family, so whenever I wanted something I had to save my money for months before I could buy it.  Sometimes I had to wait until it was my birthday, or Christmas.  Not knowing it, at a young age I was starting to learn the art of being patient. 
This was only the beginning of my full understanding of what it truly means to be patient or even to develop the necessary discipline to master this unique art form. 
I can remember falling in love for the first time.  Her name was Kesia Rivera and she was a family friend who I had not seen since we were both around 8 or 9.  There was a church function in July, vacation bible school when I was 16 and we saw each other again and from there a spark ignited that turned into a blazing inferno.  It was love at first sight, we could not keep or eyes off each other. For the entire week of vacation bible school we were always together dreading when we had to say bye to each other, I was looking forward for the sunrise to see each other again the next day. She was only visiting from her home town in Fresno for one week and I lived in San Pablo.  This was going to make things very difficult.  We decided to give it a try.  We exchanged phone numbers and started a relationship.  Any chance that she had she would come and visit her family out in the Bay Area.  First there was a family party, and then Christmas came around. 
It was months before we could see each other but I looked forward to the day we would spend time together, counting the days longing to see her, hold her hands, and kiss her.  Patience and discipline are a very important attribute to any relationship.  One must have the discipline to be patient, in order to fall in love or even to get by in life.  We will always be put in situations that are out of our control, whether in a relationship, or just waiting in line at the grocery store and the person in front of you has 100 items and you might only have two, and then there credit card gets decline so they whip out another one until finally they have paid for their grocery.
Erich from said, “For a picture of the concentration, discipline, patience and concern are necessary for the learning of an art” The Practice of Love page 102 Erich Fromm.
In December 2010 I took up boxing as a sport.  I always wanted to do it and I really liked the physical-ness of the sport.  When I first started, my coach had me do jab drills, and foot work drills.  This went on for two months.  I never realized how much work and effort went in throwing a punch.  Just last week, 4 months later my coach was very impressed on how smoothly my punches were coming out and how my foot work  has improved from when I started.  In order for me to throw a punch correctly it took patience, and discipline.  This art form is used in all aspects of our lives; it’s just unfortunate we learn this in the later stages of our lives.
Alexis Arguello was a great boxer from Nicaragua who became a champion in the light weight division he was killed at age 57.  He was elected mayor of Managua Nicaragua wanting change for our people and was killed in his home.  He is the boxer who growing up inspired me to take up the sport.
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