Humble Beginnings

As most of you know, my husband and I have embarked on what we would like to call an adventure, so to speak. We have been in California for a little over a week, and have already experienced a few ups and downs, which is, to be expected. If you have read my previous post, you will know what I have been going through myself so far. My dear husband, on the other hand, has had the blunt of all the hardships I would say. There is an area in California called Compton, located in Southern Los Angeles. Apparently, it has been notorious for gang violence among many other crime-related scenes. Some might say it has been quoted as the “Murder capitol of the world”…or is it Watts, CA? I seem to have forgotten… anyway, before our settlement here for the summer, we talked about that city, as it was possible that he was going to have to sell there during the summer. My husband said he promised he wouldn’t sell in that area…no matter what! Well, sure enough, Compton was the first chosen area to start the foundation of security (as we all know how the folks need it there). I mean, come on…let’s get some alarms to these people, shall we? I think they deserve something over and beyond the steel bars on windows, gates, and guard dogs as a security measure. You got to give them credit for trying, right? After all, it’s the least the guys on the APX team could do for them, given their circumstances. Need I say more? So, the entire team was to sell there for the first week. Not wanting to feel left out, my husband decided to buck up and take it like a man…a warrior facing his battle until the end! I have to say, I was not worried about him the whole week. I didn’t have a bad feeling about it. Surprise, surprise! I knew he could take care of himself. However, he wasn’t feeling good about it at all. He said he had a sick feeling in his stomach all week, and just felt he shouldn’t be there. It all started one night when he got pulled over by a cop (with all the guys in the back seat), and the cop told everyone that they shouldn’t be in that area, and mentioned that they should know they have targets on their heads when they are out there, and it’s just not a safe area. My husband took that very literal, as he began to replay in his mind all his previous thoughts about Compton’s bad reputation. So, the days continued…but things seemed to get worse and worse. Another day had passed, and while they were back there selling, towards the late afternoon/evening, there was a drive-by shooting that took place just four houses down from where my husband was selling, and a young girl died. We can’t help but think that if he hadn’t been in someone’s home when it happened, it could have been him that died that night. He was very adamant by this point, never to go there again, especially after the warnings he had been given by the cop and a few locals in that area. When he came home, and reported to me what had happened, I still had a calm feeling, and told him that it was too bad that had to happen, and was very relieved that he was okay. That whole experience didn’t seem to have any effect on the other guys, because they were making it a point to go back. By this time, my husband is feeling unsure of what to do, as he didn’t want to put himself in that same predicament again, but at the same time, continue selling where they were instructed to sell, and not feel like an outsider. He expressed to me that he felt his mind was telling him to go back out there, and face his fears, but his heart was telling him otherwise. So, he was getting two different impressions that he didn’t know how to act upon. After venting many of his frustrations, I explained to him that I believed nothing would happen to him, and he was going to be fine. I knew he was being watched over, and blessed. So, for the last time, he agreed once again, to go back to Compton the very next day. Well, as they were arriving in Compton, the car broke down. So, he had to have it towed to the dealership in Long Beach to be worked on. He spent most of the day there, and didn’t sell a single unit. Although, in his words, he claims this experience to be a “bitter-sweet blessing”, as he believes he shouldn’t have been back there (again), and it all happened for the right reasons. So, without any sales for the first week, the fight still continues…
What I admire most about my husband, is his determination, and courage…a real go-getter attitude, despite unfit circumstances. He is a true warrior in my eyes, and will continue to push on no matter what!
By the way, in case you were wondering about the detoxification…well, it’s finally over, except that we still have to take the fiber, detox, and cleanse capsules in the morning and evening, along with eight glasses of water throughout the day. It feels so rewarding to be able to taste good food again! Oh yes, and about the job search…well, I am pleased to announce I have finally found a part-time job I can do from home with a company called ASI (Affordable Services, Inc.). I will be working as a Promotional Coordinator to help advertise the health services offered, and give families a second chance for better health. Although, it doesn’t quite meet the income I was hoping for, it will be a good supplement in the meantime. So, I guess you could say I’m still searching for yet another opportunity. Things are finally looking up! Happy days ahead for all of you!