When I was 4 or 5 years old, living in Brooklyn, U.S.A. we had a small apartment and a little terrace outside on the second floor. It looked out to many other houses all connected together.
The people that lived next door had what seemed to be a hundred kids. I was an only child at that time, so I always tried to play with them, but they never wanted to play with me. They said I was weird. I remember wondering why. What was so wrong with playing Madame Butterfly?
It was the opera my mom and dad took me to see. I wanted to be Ms Butterfly so badly that I would get a sheet, start screaming opera and pretend to kill myself at the end, which was a long drawn out death. I guess that household had so many children that they didn’t go to the opera.
Food shopping wasn’t like now with super stores. We had “the avenue” to shop for food. Mom and I would venture out early in the morning to buy fresh baked bread from the bread store, then proceed to the banana store to purchase them. And then there was the fruit and vegetable stores where Mom carefully picked out what we were going to eat for dinner.
Of course, let us not forget the Pork Store where you always had to be careful. Be careful that the man gave you the specific piece of meat you picked out. That he didn’t go in “the back” to switch it off to a lousy cut of meat. Oh, and we had to keep an eye out that his hands weren’t on the scale when he put the meat on it. He would usually try to trick us by saying “bella bambino” to me and try to distract us by giving me a piece of mortadella which is Italian bologna. No thanks! We had to watch those fat fingers of his. The floor of the Pork store was little black and white octagon tiles with sawdust on it. I never figured out why they used saw dust.
The days we went to the fish store, I watched my mother with careful eyes when she sniffed the fish, moved it’s eyelids up and down, and then picked out the perfect one. The fish man was nice, he used to give me snails to take home as pets. Now I eat escargo.
But the best of all was the bubble gum machines and the toy machines. When you had to shop each day for food, you would pass one of these machines. I chose the rubber bugs. I had a collection of them. Oh, how I treasured those rubber bugs of all shapes and sizes. One day, I put them on my window sill and lined them up perfectly. I left my room and when I came back they were gone. My first trauma in life. The 100 kids next door robbed them. My mom talked to the other moms over the fence of the terraces connected together. I never got my bugs back. I heard the woman say I was a strange child. So be it! I was crushed. But I moved on, because there was shopping to be done each day and I would start my new collection.
Moral of this story: Entrepeneurs are a special breed. We have drives, desires, strong will and imaginations that could lead us to our ultimate dreams. We don’t care if the pork store man puts his finger on the scale to push the weight higher. That is his karma. We don’t care if people think we are nuts being so devoted to our work when they only work 9 to 5. It’s like the 100 kids next door laughing at a little girl emulating an opera when they had no clue what it was.
We get our rewards like I got with snails as pets. We are givers. When someone steals from us, do we really care? No way, we have the fortitude to carry on and the persistence to maneuver whatever is taken away.
What kind of people are we? We are Free People!
Thank you Ingrid. That’s the message here, not my karma …it’s yours when people get in the way. We have to keep this in mind when marketing because there will be people either loving us or disliking us.
The people who are not attracted to us is a blessing. Why? because we don’t have to put up with any negative energy.
I feel like Network Marketing is like a big screen of white light. When people “opt in” they are interested. The others just walk away.
No muss No fuss No bother! Yippie
I loved your story and the lessons to not be controlled by the actions of others. It’s the pork man’s problem, not yours. Live free.
Good Stuff here Donna. I love escargo!
Keep up the good work!
I love this post Donna, you are a great story teller, it was interesting and delightful! You are so right – we are free people!
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What a colorful childhood! Sounds like life was one adventure after another. I too remember trips to the butcher with my dad. Thanks for the walk down memory lane!
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I love your take on this. This is a great outlook to develop.
Thanks for the share,
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Great post Donna. I know only to well the fun of shopping in an “Italian Market” After all I am a Philadelphia boy and we have the “9 Street Italian Market” Again great Post.
I was in Philly recently at an Expo and found some authentic Italian food there. MMM MMM GOOD!
I’ll sing Madame Butterfly with you any time But the onoe I wanted to be was either Mimi or Violetta and no one undestood that either.
You hit the nail on the head. We are a different breed and for the most part haven’t got the time or iclination to bother much about what others do or do not do. We just want to be able to make a positive impact on the lives of every one we touch.
Thanks for an entertaining and thoughtful post,
Madame Butterfly was my favorite, but now it is Aidia. I can’t get enough, of course with my tissue box.
Great post. Takes you back!
We all need to be taken back to measure where we are now! It’s important to integrate our childhood memories to recognize our selves now. We keep on growing – and eating lol
I still go to the “old neighborhood” from time to time and eat my way through it. thank you so much Donna