AYUDANDO A UN AMIGO

You life takes many different places and you get to know many different people.
Cuando yo era muchacho en Santiago en el Evangelico habia un muchacho que le deciamos
"Bizcochona" porque su mama tenia una reposteria, El es mejor dicho un conocido mio pero hoy dia le hace falta mi ayuda, esta bien enfermo y lo trasladaron a Colombia para hacerle un trasplante de higado, pero como todos sabemos esas son vainas costosas y se busca la ayuda del que pueda, la siguiente informacion de un Telenmaraton que esta conduciendo el canal 25 de Santiago http://www.santiagord.com/carlos.asp

Please help if you can

ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER HEADACHE

Here we are again, back at work and my partner is on vacation....

En esta vida del comercio todo es taaaaaaaaan monotono, la misma gente, el mismo ciclo,
vueltas y vueltas, y todavia parado en el mismo lugar.

Pero como le dije a un amigo "lo mio es la lata", vender latas es lo mio, there arent many challenges in my business, except staying afloat, in an industry were the cost of doing business has doubled in the last five years, but the customer base just gets smaller.

Oh yeah thats right thats the challenge. to stay open........

In the Beginning

Creo este ser el punto de partida de " La Razon". Hoy le hare la historia de unos pioneros dominicanos en NYC.

Funny how life takes to so many different places and yet you might be standing in the same spot.

My dad Came to the US in early 1971, with about 300 dollars in his pockets and the "American Dream" in his mind. He and a group of men in this early time of what I like to call the "Dominican Rennaissance" in NYC worked long and difficult hours in this city. Working in Bodegas, Factories and whatever other odd jobs were found, some men toook the easy route and profitted from the dealings of the street, others like my dad decided to bust their humps and make an honest living, this was no easy task, sometimes working in excess of 16 hours in a single day and not finding the time for family ( while still having to keep one together). Many un-educated, my dad for example only has a second grade education, and believe it or not this is the norm in a small circle of prosperous business men in NYC, I have no memory of my dad until i was about 5 yrs old, he was never around always in a bodega working his tail off, first for someone else, then later for himself but still hard work. I guess I was blessed with not having to go through the hardships of the prior generation, but thats what he worked for or so he told me about 3 million times, but I dont forget how hard it was for him and his peers to reach the goals they set and realize the dreams they came on the plane with, breaking down language barriers, racial oppression and the like. Maybe for some life wasnt so difficult and the hours were not so long, but many of those havent achieved what my dad and others have in the short time given. Nowadays 85 percent of independant supermarkets in NYC are dominican owned and operated.

That is something to be proud of!!!!

when we lived in DR people used to look down on what my dad did for a living, as you know DR is or was a country where social standing is everything, and my friends parents were all doctors and lawyers who luckily never had to leave the country chasing "the dream", pero mi papa era un "campesino embullao" no porque en mi casa escuchabamos bachata a todo dar, ni porque andaba en un a supra con un musicon, pero solo porque era del campo y sin la educacion academica tenia logros economicos que sobrepasaban muchos doctores y abogados de la "Sociedad" santiaguera.

Though many wouldnt believe it, from the way me and my dad treat each other,

Mi papa es mi heroe, and it is because of him , que hoy soy el hombre que soy.

Punto y Aparte

Anja

Aqui estamos en esto de los Blogs. Nunca he tenido una pagina, ni un blog. No se porque, pero aqui voy con esta vaina , a ver que me sale. No se a que voy a dedicar mi blog, en mi vida no sucede nada fuera de lo comun, pero vamos a relatar los acontecimientos cotidianos de un jodio gerente de un supermercado en la ciudad de NY. En este mundo de latas y cajas se ven cosas raras de vez en cuando, gente buena, gente mala, gente indeseable, bueno se ve de to'.

gracias por visitar mi punto en la web, asi empieza el camino de un blogger mas.............




hasta la proxima...