Warehouse Windows

This novel was inspired by years of following baseball as a Mets fan, interning with the Minor League New Jersey Cardinals and the Baltimore Orioles, and culminating with landing a dream job with the New York Mets. These posts are some of those moments and events that inspired me.

Faith and Miracles

This last chapter of the novel, as well as the next (and probably a few more from the Interns perspective) really are non-fiction with a bit of embellishment of my first six months out of college. I lived in a small apartment with two other guys. I worked as a bank teller (don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed that job and developed some great friendships at the bank, but I couldn’t see a future there for myself and I couldn’t imagine a job at a bank that would make me happy with my career.)

Most of my dress shirts (yeah, both of them) were tearing at the elbows and really couldn’t be worn without a jacket. Meals were always an adventure as I was forced to come up with some strange combinations(like pork n’ beans and rice). And, sometimes, my car needed a push to start. At the time, it was frustrating and scary, but when I look back at it now, it is a badge of honor. I look at where I am now and humbles me.

I constantly felt frustrated and worried about how I was going to pay bills and where my career was taking me. I was constantly searching the classifieds for a job … or even just an interview … and it was one disappointment after another. In the rare instances that I got an interview, I would blow it because I simply did not know how to do an interview.

A moldy piece of bread really wasn’t what finally stirred me out of my contentment with where I was at that moment. If I recall correctly, it was a small fight with Andrea that I had. I don’t remember what the fight was about, but we had discussed the possibility that I would have to move back home if things didn’t change (she was still in college). At that point, I felt that I had to force the change and make something happen, which is exactly what I did (sorry, but I’ll have to leave that as a cliffhanger…there will be more on that with the next chapter about the intern and my follow up).

As I alluded to in the last post, I carry a very strong faith inside me, but these days I keep it mostly to myself. I still say my prayers every night and when I am facing a difficult time. I also pray when things go right. I have a bible I keep on my nightstand so that it is usually the last thing I see at night and the first thing I see in the morning as I reach for the light. I use to be very involved with organizing youth retreats and youth groups, but over the last 10-15 years, my faith has become more personal and private. However, it was my faith that took me through and out of those dark times and my faith that has helped me to where I am.

That said, I don’t necessarily believe in coincidences, but I do believe in both small miracles that happen every day as well as the big ones that happen from time to time. I don’t believe God comes right out and talks to anyone directly, but He is there, speaking to us as long as you know where to listen.

The events that began with this chapter … the frustration followed by the realization of what I knew I had to do next, along with the events with the next Intern chapter, are mostly real and, in my mind, examples of these little and big miracles.

Sometime in a future post, I am going to talk more about my faith, but I can’t go into it more without giving away a bit of the story, so, again, I am sorry for the cliffhanger.

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