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Never Forget

Today is an emotional day for all, 9/11. If you do not mind I want to take you back to that day from my perspective. I was seven years old in third grade and it started pretty normal. I was in school, I’m not sure what I was doing when my teacher was called out of the classroom. I didn’t think too much off it, until she walked back in distressed. The next thing I remember was parents picking their kids up, including my mom. She explained to me something horrible had happened in the city, and only when I pressed did she tell me about the planes. I was no stranger to knowing bad things happened, but it didn’t mean I did not like to hear it. The news was on the television constantly updating what was happening. My mom kept me away because she did not want me to worry (didn’t help.) Later that day my mom got a call from one of her sisters; their cousin, a firefighter in New York, was one of the victims. I never had the chance to meet him, but his name will be forever engraved into my memory. I am not going to give his name, I hope you understand. I think even if we did not physical loose somebody, we all lost a part of ourselves on that day. However, as with any fight we pick ourselves up, we mourn those lost and we fight back. Most importantly of all, we never forget.

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R.I.P Seal

Hey guys not a classic movie review, but I’ve had a pretty bad week. As you guys may recall in my first blog I talked about my family story, more specifically my pets dog Monty, whom we lost in 2014 and Seal my brother Nick’s perfect cat. Well Monday Seal wasn’t moving around too much, getting up every now and then but barely reacting to me and my mother. So after my brother came home from school we went to. I tried to remain calm, thinking this is probably just a bug, but at the same time I knew he was 15 years old, for a cat that is very old. Before I knew it tears were coming out, yep that did not help my brother.

When we got to the vet Seal’s body temp was pretty low, but the vet wanted to run a few tests before we move forward with anything, so we did get to keep him for a night. Next morning I’m getting ready to go to the gym before work, when my mom called me downstairs. Seal’s breathing was very rapid, imagine after a run. My mom wanted to wait still for the results, but we both started crying knowing it wasn’t gonna be good. Nick decided to stay home from school because he didn’t want to leave Seal. I however couldn’t, my job is part-time I cannot afford to take a day off, I decided to skip the gym and go straight to work so I could leave early. Before I left I said my goodbye to Seal just in case.

I am allowed to have my phone out at my job and every minute I wasn’t hearing anything was killing me. My co-workers tried reassuring me, but tears kept falling at the worst time. Finally my mom texted and said Seal’s liver and kidneys were bad, he wasn’t in any pain thank God, but there wasn’t any medication for him, and even if there was we risk being back there next week. I told my mom I understood and if she and Nick had to make a decision it was OK. I also told her if the decision was made to call me after, no text. About an hour later I got the call.

I left work as soon as my work was done. My dad came home early to be with us as well and we had family friends bring us baked goods. I comforted Nick before he went to bed, telling him he did the right thing and we would never forget Seal. We all remembered the good times we had with Seal, I will never ever forget what Seal did to our family making our lives so much better. I will miss the small things about the black beauty in our life. GOd bless you Seal.

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The Difficulties of Writing A Blog, But Also While Looking For a Job

Most people having a blog means saying whatever you want regardless of consequences, those same people probably post not so nice comments on the Internet. Right answer: no! There will always be consequences. If you are looking for a job and they are considering you for this position they will look you up on LinkedIn, Facebook; EVERYTHING! So that post you made ranting about let’s say this year’s politics will NOT look good to an employer. Regardless of their own political views they have to abide by the company they work for and if there is something that you know will not look good delete it as soon as you can.

Now for me, doing a blog has been difficult. There are so many topics I have thought of, lists I’ve always wanted to put out there and be judged, but before I opened up WordPress, I had a thought: What would this look like to the places I’m applying to or want to join in the future. It’s not like I’m doing something embarrassing like comparing Disney characters, but it would still look bad. I have no choice but to either disregard my blog or think of something better.

I hope this can help those out there wanting to write, but having difficulty deciding when is the appropriate time to write.

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Politics and Why It Will NEVER Come Up Here Again

Now let me start of by saying I am never ever going to give my opinion on politics for various reasons.

1. I really do not want to get into fights over the Internet with faceless people about who is right.

2. I am so sick of seeing the ads of opposite parties doing everything they can to slam the other, true or not.

3. I am a journalist and part of that job description means I HAVE to remain unbiased no matter what.

I will not lie and say I am not completely terrified about Trump winning. I would have felt the same if Hilary had won, it is called the future no one knows what is to come. We know there have been great presidents and some not so great, maybe just maybe Trump can be in the middle. There is still a long way to go before he takes office. The best I can do right now is just breathe, calm down and just keep thinking “everything is going to be OK.” Keep telling yourself that.

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My family story

Well no better way to start this blog than my family’s story. My parents have been married since 1990, 26 years at this point. I was born in 1993, and my brother Nick was in 1998. and it has been a fun ride. Nick has autism and a few years ago developed a seizure disorder, but it has not stopped my family from living our lives to the fullest.

Nick has not always been able to open up to us fist few years of his life, that was until he discovered cats. Our aunt, uncle and cousins had a cat that he just loved, but obviously we could not take him. Mom, seeing a chance, asked what kind of cat he wanted. After some careful thought this was his perfect cat: Boy, black fur with a little bit of white on his toes, could not have kittens, green eyes and his name would be Seal (to this day I do not know why that name.) Now my dad is not and still is not a cat person, but after weeks of persuasion from the three of us agreed to finding this “perfect” cat. I could not make this next part up even if I tried.

Two weeks after my dad agree Mom, Nick and I went into our local PetSmart still looking for that cat. Stopping by the windows, Nick took a good look before pointing at a black male cat with just a bit of white on his toes sleeping in his cage and said “That’s Seal” At that exact moment the cat woke up and had green eyes. Mom and I just looked at each other in dumbfound shock. One of the workers let us into the back to meet this cat, instantly he came up to me and started rubbing up against me. As I pet him he began purring, and it was the loudest sound I had ever heard out of a cat. To give an idea listen to pigeons cooing and turn it up times two. It was not long before the paperwork was filled out and we had Seal. While I was at school the worker brought Seal home. She opened the cage, but Seal was still a little scared. Nick motioned for Seal to come to him, and he did curling up in Nick’s lap with Nick saying “It’s OK Seal your safe now this is your home.” My mother and the worker were in tears.

About two years later Seal was not eating well. Taking him to our vet, it was determined Seal had a infection in his gums. If Seal was going to avoid something worse his teeth had to get taken out. While Seal was undergoing his surgery, Mom suggested going out to lunch; try and keep our minds busy, but we had barley made it out of the hospital when Nick started crying. When asked why, he said he was scared and worried for Seal; what if something happened while we were gone. Mom began breaking down, not for Seal but because after all this time Nick was feeling empathy for someone other than himself. We both reassured him Seal would be OK, and he is. Just gotta mush his food around. Seal was not our only pet, and sadly this one does not end so well.

In an ironic twist of fate the same aunt that started the cat craze had adopted an adorable fox terrier and beagle mix a couple of years after my family had gotten Seal. His name: Monty. They had rescued him from an animal shelter and it was clear he had been put through hell. His ears and tail had been cut, been shot at with some wounds still on him and was easily startled. Poor baby, they had to take him. Now my aunt and the family were moving from Connecticut to New York, but the building would not allow dogs, and they knew Monty would be easily frightened of the city.While it was an easy decision for my aunt, but because we had watched him so many times when they were away she agreed to give Monty to us. Now we had two pets, and a few other issues. Dad was okay with Monty, he loved the dog. Nick on the other hand not so much. He had a fear of dogs not knowing if they were coming after him, but because he loved us and our aunt he agreed to “tolerate” Monty. I think he did like Monty, but just wouldn’t admit it. Seal was the same way, let Monty know who was in charge of the house. We had Monty in our lives I want to say nine or ten years, and it was fun. He just lit up the room, even when he was being a pain, but then it came to a screeching halt.

A few weeks before I was going back to college Monty just stayed in bed all day, did not eat, drink; could not even go to the bathroom. Mom kept saying it was probably just a bug and he’d be fine in the morning. I agreed, but at night I had this sinking feeling in my stomach. Morning came, and Monty was still not doing better. Just our luck our vet was on vacation and wouldn’t be back until the next day; Mom knew Monty would not make it then, so we headed for the local animal hospital. Holding Monty as we drove down I kept trying to convince myself that there was nothing wrong, but some part knew August 24, 2015 would be one of the worst days of my life. Sometimes I hate it when I’m right. The doctors said they could give Monty some medicine to make him feel better, but there was a chance we would be be back at the hospital in two weeks. With hearts breaking Mom, myself and our vet the hospital called sadly agreed to put Monty to sleep. Nick apologized for the things he has said to Monty over the years, Dad said his goodbyes before going to work, Mom stayed through the process and remembering something my grandfather said to me before he passed I repeated to Monty “Be by that campfire when it is my time.” I miss that little guy every day, but I know I will see him again when it is my time.

Well I know that is alot to take in, but that is my family story. I hope you guys enjoyed it. I will be back soon.

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