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Are parts of you past worthy of remembering

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My FIRST Real Job at 18

You've heard or read me share that I believe that here are NO mistakes, accidents or happens chance or God forbid - LUCK! I believe in divine intervention, proper preparation preventing poor performance; along with being at the right place at the right time. I graduated High School, in Omaha, Ne, in 1988. I moved from Omaha back to Denver, Co to live with my mother and sister- June of 1988, a week or two after graduating from North West High School. Within five months of that return, my mother and sister decided they were going to return to Omaha. I was determined not to go backwards and begin my adult life in Denver, Co without them. I knew that meant I had to get a REAL job. Working at Wendy's was not going to afford me enough money to get my own apartment and a car.

My extended family

The folks in the photo above became my extended family. I'm not sure if they knew this. I had no family in Denver, Co after my mother and sister left. We typically spend more time with the people we work with, than our own family; hence - these people became my family. My boss, Susan Jagger, took a risk on me, by hiring a recent High School graduate with absolutely NO experience in a corporate setting. She taught me the valuable lesson in what it takes to earn another's trust. Shortly after becoming an employee of Portamedic, I would be moving into my very first apartment, at the tender age of 18 (EIGHTEEN) years old. Susan would allow me to use her car, on my lunch break, to run errands pertaining to getting my lights, gas and other necessities turned on in my new apartment. She loaned me a phone until I saved up enough money to buy my own.I never took her kindness for granted, nor did I abuse the privilege. A lot of that was due to my good home training. lol

Tammy, my direct supervisor, taught me the valuable lesson of friendship and embracing your differences. She was the FIRST Armenian person Id met up until that time. Although she was my supervisor, she became my friend.

Brian was the first openly Gay person I'd met. He taught me the valuable lesson of letting go and letting life happen. He was such jokester. He told the best jokes, that helped make our working environment that much more exciting.

One year, I won a call-in to the radio station contest. We all agreed that whoever won the cash award, would be split amongst the three of us. I learned the importance and the value of honoring my commitment.

Reflecting!

There was a mobile nurse named Bobby who introduced me to Christianity. I would often times attend church services with Bobby and her children. Bobby was the first caucasian woman I met, who was single with three bi-racial kids. I'm not saying it didn't exist; however, my reality of single mother's were Black-American women. Bobby was hard working and a strict disciplinarian. I remember he time she drove me to Kmart to put my first record player on lay-away. I am dating myself. lol

I find it easy to be of service and to have compassion and understanding for other people, because of the many people, who have been placed along my journey, to instill values, wisdom, integrity and support towards the success of Fylicia King. As I reflect upon my past this and every Thursday - I am grateful for all of my experiences, the Good and the not so good.

WHO are you?

We are NOT what we do for a living; yet who we become as a result of what we do for a living and for others.

Thank you Tammy Sarkisian, Susan Jagger, Brian DeCock and Portamedic

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