Tears of Joy Flowed

A familiar scene in my bedroom (don’t get ahead of yourselves) are tears of joy for contestants participating in various shows. My me-time happens in the evening hours after a long day at the office. I like to watch tv for a few hours in the solitude of my spare bedroom. I relax while enjoying shows like American Got Talent, American Idol, or anything that has to do with competing. I am a 5’3″ fireball with more desires than strength, with more dreams than reach, and with more hopes to accomplish diverse projects than the time I have left in this world.

I’m the one that’s cheering for the underdog, the one with life-like stories. The ones that come from where it looked impossible to get anywhere. Some are insecure, unsure, unqualified, petrified, but they made it to the stage. They defy the lack, distance, language barrier, and who can deny it the draw of the straw. Many didn’t have any support, funds, or someone to travel with them and see them perform. They amaze us and amaze themselves with the audience response while I tear up. That’s how I show my support!


(Full Disclosure) This infatuation started in 1989. I traveled to the US and got introduced to daytime shows while caring for my oldest son and newborn. On a cold December, my family and I arrived in San Angelo, Texas. I didn’t have a car, friends, or dominion of the English language. Daytime shows and Ice-cream floats help me adapt to the new environment o, so I thought.

I enter into a deep postpartum depression that culminated with Hypothyroidism (or vice versa), not easily diagnosed by the doctors. I had a large egg size ball on the side of my neck, and even after many blood tests, contrast x-ray images, and many doctors squeezing it, followed by me screaming of pain, they could not determine what was wrong with me.

I lost lots of weight. I was less than a hundred pounds when we finally got the diagnose. Soon after that, I traveled back home with my two kids, one nine years old, the other one now six months. My father told me, confident, you are home now. You will be good in no time. I took some anti-depressive medicine for a short while and got back to normal in no time. It has been a while, and it never happened again, but the taste for watching people competing for anything never left me.

Like Don Quijote and Sancho Panza

I find people willing to help others extraordinarily. A servant’s heart is to be desired. Many will recognize your efforts in making their dream come true; others may not. That’s perfectly okay, God in due time, will bless you with the opportunities and resources to expand your influence and fulfill your dreams.

Luke 6:38 Give, and it will be given to you. A good measure, pressed down, shaken together and running over, will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.”

Encuentro personas extraordinarias dispuestas a ayudar a otros. El corazón de un siervo debe ser deseo. Muchos reconocerán sus esfuerzos para hacer realidad su sueño; otros pueden no hacerlo. Eso está perfectamente bien, Dios a su debido tiempo te bendecirá con las oportunidades y los recursos para expandir tu influencia y cumplir tus sueños.

Lucas 6:38
Den, y se les dará: se les echará en el regazo una medida llena, apretada, sacudida y desbordante. Porque con la medida que midan a otros, se les medirá a ustedes.

You feel better if you share it!

It’s proven time and time again that finding common ground helps to strengthen different kinds of relationships. While many focus on hiding the ugly face of facts, others find common ground while sharing life’s reality. Whether it is out of shame or survivorship, we all have a gap in our story. It’s a dark hole impossible to fill with all the happy memories. Sharing personal experiences with the wrong crowd can be catastrophic, but finding somebody who can listen and relate to us is a blessing. I hope you find a particular person that allows you to be open and honest without hurting you further in the process.

Se ha demostrado una y otra vez que encontrar puntos en común ayuda a diferentes tipos de relaciones a ser más  solidas. Mientras que muchos se centran en ocultar la cara fea de los hechos, otros encuentran puntos en común mientras comparten la realidad de la vida. Ya sea por vergüenza o por supervivencia, todos tenemos una brecha en nuestra historia. Es un agujero oscuro imposible de llenar con todos los recuerdos felices. Compartir experiencias personales con la gente equivocada puede ser catastrófico, pero encontrar a alguien que pueda escucharnos y relacionarse con nosotros es una bendición. Espero que encuentres a una persona en particular que te permita ser abierto y honesto sin lastimarte más en el proceso.

WHILE YOURS MANIFEST!

Nothing is more selfish than raining on someone’s parade. Not only learn to celebrate others like it is your accomplishment but help them to get there sooner. Anyone who is faithful in the little things will receive his portion in due time.

Nada es más egoísta que llover sobre el desfile de alguien. No solo aprenda a celebrar a los demás como si fuera su logro, sino que también ayúdelos a llegar antes. Aquellos que son fieles en las pequeñas cosas recibirán su porción a su debido tiempo.

DREAMS DO COME TRUE!

In 70+\_ days, I will be enjoying a view like this. I can’t wait to sail towards the horizon and return toward what’s a “normal” routine for my husband and me for the past few years now. Every year we go on one or two cruises to alleviate the tension of our job.

It seems like Realtors have the best jobs, and perhaps it’s true. In love, not be confined inside a building. I never liked it. Not even those seven months I spend working in a factory in Puerto Rico when I was twenty years young. The reality is that Real Estate can be a stressful job. You are working with legally binding documents where a sentence can change the meaning of the team you buyer had in mind.

I am grateful for the opportunity to serve my community and the flexibility that comes from being an independent contractor. Still, once or twice a year, it helps to leave it all behind for a few days.

However, I respond to e-mails and follow up with clients when I’m in Aruba in the middle of the ocean. I guess you can’t wholly escape if you want to keep your good name.

BE FAIR!

We can be guilty of hurting innocent people when we make them the target of our anger.

I was recently discussing this issue with a young mother in my family. I told her that youth brings with it the energy to engage in unnecessary rivalry and hatred.

Maybe, is the hormones in an uproar; who knows. In short, it won’t be until very late in life that they will realize how ridiculous it is to keep the flame of discord alive.

In the meantime, we are the targets of their ignorant confrontations that lack any shred of evidence about the reason to be mad.

May God help us because, with these conflicts, we affect not only the adults in our family but also innocent children.

Podemos ser culpables de herir a personas inocentes cuando las convertimos en el objeto de nuestra ira. Recientemente estuve discutiendo este tema con una joven madre de mi familia. Le dije que la juventud trae consigo la energía para participar en una rivalidad y odios innecesarios.

Tal vez, las hormonas están alborotadas; quién sabe. En resumen, no será hasta muy tarde en la vida que se darán cuenta de lo ridículo que es mantener viva la llama de la discordia.

Mientras tanto, somos el objeto de sus confrontaciones ignorantes que carecen de cualquier prueba sobre la razón para estar enojados.

Que Dios nos ayude porque, con estos conflictos, afectamos no solo a los adultos de nuestra familia sino también a niños inocentes.

¡Aún en la ausencia te siento!

Porque solo falta el recuerdo de tu sonrisa y la melodía de una guitarra para saber que eres real. Aunque se oponga el ruido de la vida que va de prisa, y las olas del mar bravío, no deja de latir este corazón mío por aquellas noches de plática que se han plantado como el bambú que no le inmuta el azote del huracán del tiempo.

Hold on; there is Hope!

You may have to go through all the grief stages and hurt for a while, but in the meanwhile, knowledge, endurance and perseverance will pay off.

The five stages of grief are:

  • denial
  • anger
  • bargaining
  • depression
  • acceptance

Not everyone will experience all five stages, and you may not go through them in this order. It’s okay. Just hold on a little longer.

USE YOUR GOD-GIVEN AND UNIQUE DIFFERENCE TO IMPACT THE WORLD AROUND YOU!

We all have things that could be considered a handicap or obstacle to succeed in what we want to pursue. How do you conquer yours? Mine was a language barrier, low self-esteem, and feelings of rejection. I didn’t feel like I could measure up or be accepted. These are childhood traumas that had been hard to overcome. Today I am a top producer. My clientele is based on the fact that I speak another language. The very reason I thought it would be impossible to succeed.