I attended to one my best friend’s bridal shower on Sunday Dec. 6. I’ve have never gone to any bridal shower before and the version of my friend Leslie was nothing like what I watch on TV--you know the ones at a nightclub with strippers, etc.
Leslie and I know each other since we were in high school, since 2003 and I still can’t believe she’s getting married. Who would've thought that six years later I would be writing about her bridal shower? She just turned 23. She’s from Mexico and so is her fiancé. Most of her family lives here in San Francisco and most of them were all at the shower.
When I got to the party I found so many guests, many of whom are friends of her from church (Catholic) and most of her family which is big. There were some men, her fiancé, of course.
Eventually they started doing some games. The first one was passing around 15 little bags of food ingredients--pepper, seasoning, ground cinnamon, and so on. We had to guess each of them without smelling them and whoever got most of them correct would win a gift. I didn’t win. The second game had to do with fixing scrambled words (they were related to the word wedding). I didn’t win here anything either. However, I actually won a game they did in which all of us women whether single or married would make a circle and pass around a bridal veil while dancing at the same time. When the music stop whoever got the veil in their heads will be out of the game. I won because the music never stopped on me. I won a calendar. According to them that means one would get married for sure. I don't know if I would get married someday, but I don't have any plans of that for the moment.
After half an hour the eating time arrived. They had tons of food. I was really hungry so I ate a lot. And meanwhile I was eating, I was chatting with the couple about the wedding day and if they have everything ready. Leslie said most of things are ready. She’s just waiting to finish some details of her dress, which I have not seen because she doesn’t want anybody to see it until the actual day of the wedding.
Then, the moment that I liked the most came. They did an activity they called a “spiritual dynamic.” Here the couple sat in the middle of the room and some of the adult couples would give them a gift, something that represented a symbol of how to deal with their lives as husband and wife. They also read to them a little dedication and the best wishes for their lives together. The most important moment was when her sister and her mother gave them their gifts. Her sister gave them a bible and as she was talking she started crying and so was Leslie. I cried too, almost everyone in the room did. When her mom gave them a framed pictured of Virgin Mary it was a very sentimental moment as well.
After more food and more fun, they opened the presents. Most of the presents were for Leslie--you know things like interior clothes.
I really had a great time and I am really glad for my friend Leslie. She’s getting married on Dec.19 and I hope the best of luck for her and her future husband. God bless them!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
What's behind our career choices?
It’s very unpredicted where destiny can lead us to.
For instance, many of us as students decide what we want to study because something happened in our lives. That something may be related to us wanting to be a doctor, a social worker, a firefighter, a nurse, a journalist, a teacher, a lawyer, and the list goes on and on.
I have a friend how wants to be a doctor because his mother died of cancer and according to him she wasn’t treated well. Now he wants to have the ability to save people’s life to honor his mother. I have many other friends who want to major in social work because they say they want to help people. They say that there’s this need for more social workers who can assist poor people. Whatever the reason, the true is that most of the time, there’s something behind a decision-making, specially when it comes to career choice.
Personally, I’ve always wanted to be a journalist. Many times I have said I wanted to study journalism because I grew up with the love for the news. My grandfather would always watch the news so he sort of instilled in me that love. But another event that reinforced my dream to become a journalist was when the hurricane Mitch, the most horrendous natural disaster, destroyed my country Honduras back in 1998 (I was still in Honduras around this time). It really impacted me the work of the journalists whether broadcast or print journalists. They informed people where to go to evacuate and what to do in a worse-case scenario. And many people were able to save their lives because of the information provided to them. So I thought, I want to do that. I wanted to be like a bridge between the people and information--an information that could be valuable for them.
However, there was another event that led me to think of another career choice. I also wanted to study law enforcement and be a homicide detective. Back in 2001, just around this time, about a week before the elections in my country, someone killed a candidate who was running for a representative for my hometown. He was literally killed in my house. He was killed before his younger son’s eyes.
I still remember that night like it was yesterday. I heard the seven gun shots that killed him. I lived with my grandparents then and our house was like two houses in one. So the candidate, Pacheco León was renting a part of my grandparents’ house--it was like his office. Almost every night he would come to the house around midnight. He was no relative of mine, but my grandfathers knew him since he was a little kid and they were very enthusiastic for him running for such a position. So they supported him and his campaign. He belonged to the National Party, the same party Porfilio lobo who won the presidential elections this past Nov. 29 belongs to. He was about 45 years old and had a wife and two sons. They resided in Tegucigalpa, the capital of Honduras and it was the first time his younger son was accompanying him that time that he was killed.
There are many hypotheses around his death. The rumor is that it was allegedly somebody from the opponent party (Liberal Party) who was running for the same position as he was. Nobody knows that for sure. The police never captured his killer and to this date nobody knows who killed him. He was much loved for the people and nobody can explain why this happened to him.
It was a very breaking point in my life. I was 14 years old and I never thought something like this could happen so close to me. All I wanted to know was who killed him and why and to have the power to put his killer behind bars. It was like I woke up from a dream where the world was perfect--no killings, no suffering, no cruelty, no evil. Yes I saw violence on TV and that someone killed someone else, but I thought that could never happen around my town, my family and my friends. And it was cruel to wake up from that dream into a world of evilness. But that’s unfortunately the reality of the world we live in.
I am telling all this background because now that I see TV shows like “Criminal Minds,” “CSI Miami,” “Law and Order,” and my favorite “Cold Case” I want to be a detective and be like Lilly Rush and capture a killer from an eight-year-old homicide case, to capture León’s killer and to really have a closed case.
Well right now at least I am making one of my dreams come true, pursuing a career in journalism and serve my community, my people as I said like a bridge. Who knows? Maybe I’ll study law enforcement. After all life it’s very unpredicted.
Well that’s my story behind my career choice. What’s yours?
For instance, many of us as students decide what we want to study because something happened in our lives. That something may be related to us wanting to be a doctor, a social worker, a firefighter, a nurse, a journalist, a teacher, a lawyer, and the list goes on and on.
I have a friend how wants to be a doctor because his mother died of cancer and according to him she wasn’t treated well. Now he wants to have the ability to save people’s life to honor his mother. I have many other friends who want to major in social work because they say they want to help people. They say that there’s this need for more social workers who can assist poor people. Whatever the reason, the true is that most of the time, there’s something behind a decision-making, specially when it comes to career choice.
Personally, I’ve always wanted to be a journalist. Many times I have said I wanted to study journalism because I grew up with the love for the news. My grandfather would always watch the news so he sort of instilled in me that love. But another event that reinforced my dream to become a journalist was when the hurricane Mitch, the most horrendous natural disaster, destroyed my country Honduras back in 1998 (I was still in Honduras around this time). It really impacted me the work of the journalists whether broadcast or print journalists. They informed people where to go to evacuate and what to do in a worse-case scenario. And many people were able to save their lives because of the information provided to them. So I thought, I want to do that. I wanted to be like a bridge between the people and information--an information that could be valuable for them.
However, there was another event that led me to think of another career choice. I also wanted to study law enforcement and be a homicide detective. Back in 2001, just around this time, about a week before the elections in my country, someone killed a candidate who was running for a representative for my hometown. He was literally killed in my house. He was killed before his younger son’s eyes.
I still remember that night like it was yesterday. I heard the seven gun shots that killed him. I lived with my grandparents then and our house was like two houses in one. So the candidate, Pacheco León was renting a part of my grandparents’ house--it was like his office. Almost every night he would come to the house around midnight. He was no relative of mine, but my grandfathers knew him since he was a little kid and they were very enthusiastic for him running for such a position. So they supported him and his campaign. He belonged to the National Party, the same party Porfilio lobo who won the presidential elections this past Nov. 29 belongs to. He was about 45 years old and had a wife and two sons. They resided in Tegucigalpa, the capital of Honduras and it was the first time his younger son was accompanying him that time that he was killed.
There are many hypotheses around his death. The rumor is that it was allegedly somebody from the opponent party (Liberal Party) who was running for the same position as he was. Nobody knows that for sure. The police never captured his killer and to this date nobody knows who killed him. He was much loved for the people and nobody can explain why this happened to him.
It was a very breaking point in my life. I was 14 years old and I never thought something like this could happen so close to me. All I wanted to know was who killed him and why and to have the power to put his killer behind bars. It was like I woke up from a dream where the world was perfect--no killings, no suffering, no cruelty, no evil. Yes I saw violence on TV and that someone killed someone else, but I thought that could never happen around my town, my family and my friends. And it was cruel to wake up from that dream into a world of evilness. But that’s unfortunately the reality of the world we live in.
I am telling all this background because now that I see TV shows like “Criminal Minds,” “CSI Miami,” “Law and Order,” and my favorite “Cold Case” I want to be a detective and be like Lilly Rush and capture a killer from an eight-year-old homicide case, to capture León’s killer and to really have a closed case.
Well right now at least I am making one of my dreams come true, pursuing a career in journalism and serve my community, my people as I said like a bridge. Who knows? Maybe I’ll study law enforcement. After all life it’s very unpredicted.
Well that’s my story behind my career choice. What’s yours?
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