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Personal Narrative
vigilantes have in common? Yes, they all kick ass and have a purpose to protect the greater good,
but ever wonder how they came to be the way they are? Every one of us is shaped by the good
times and the bad. Each event has an impact on how our futures are shaped. In the case of the
everyday person, we are influenced by a variety of things: marriage, graduation, birth of a child,
death of a loved one, loss of a job- they all shape how we handle situations in the future.
My life feels like a roller coaster without a broken emergency stop button. Some of these
turns are positive/happy ones and there are others that feel like a dark hole. The first significant
experience, at least the one that I can remember happened when I was seven years old. This was
a time of my life where I was still vulnerable to the effects of the world. This event is something
that most kids believe can’t happen to them. My parents always seemed happy; you wouldn’t
think that something was wrong. Then again, what seven-year-old would? Next thing I know,
during one of my weekly therapy appointments (I was an angry child) my parents were in the
room. I vaguely remember the therapist saying, “I want you to remember, none of this is your
fault”. Then they come right out and say it, at least in a way that I could understand; they were
getting divorced. Next thing I remember is crying hysterically as my dad walked out of the
house. I was filled with so much hate and anger, I didn’t know where to place it. I remember my
anger to be terrifying, not only for me but for my family too. This wasn’t all bad news though, I
got to see my dad more than I ever did. He worked so much, never home on weekends, always
working late during the week. My mom at times would refer to him as the phantom father (she
“made sure” I wasn’t around when saying it). I guess his priorities needed to change because of
his actions. My relationship with my father changed in a way that I always wanted, just to have
one with him. I saw him three days a week. We created so many memories from that point on.
He was the reason I developed a love for running a business and why I have a career in coffee,
mainly Starbucks. A relationship with my father wasn’t the only good outcome, it brought
someone new into my life. Someone that would grow to love me as his own flesh and blood,
Three years after their divorce, my mother met someone that would change our lives for
the better. This man would eventually become my stepfather, or as I refer to him, my father. It
wasn’t an easy road, accepting him in my mom’s life, accepting him as a parent figure. I still had
pent up anger and there were times he was the target of my rage. He still stuck around and never
gave up on me. All three of them got me the help that I needed when it came to my anger. It got
to a point that I started to really scare myself. My rage would blind me, figurately and literally. I
had no awareness of where I was, what was going on and who was around me. After a couple of
years of therapy alone, with my parents, with my stepfather, and even all of us, I was able to
come to the realization that there was more to me than I realized. With all my parents love and
support, I was able to finally come to terms with my sexuality and being gay.
Coming out was the scariest thing I did. Deep down I knew that I felt different. I came
out to my therapist first and she helped me find a way to tell my parents. When I did tell them,
well my mother first, her reaction shocked me to my core. She said, “tell me something I don’t
know. Nothing is going to change. I knew way before you did and was just waiting for you to
accept it yourself. You’re my son, I love you for the person you are and the man you are
becoming”. Realizing that my anger was bigger than the divorce, it was my struggle to accept
that I was different and that there is nothing wrong with it. Going through all this from an early
age on taught me that love is limitless. People come into our lives for a reason and my stepfather
where I make a move that would establish my independence and really push myself into
adulthood. I made the decision to move from my comfortable world in Long Island, NY, to
Orlando, FL. I was finally able to take what I call, my first steps. Everything I did was about me
and building my future. I found myself working in Orlando International Airport in my second
Starbucks store, the first being at Target. My career would finally start to take shape as Starbucks
was always a fascination of mine. I hit the first major milestone of my professional life, working
in leadership in Starbucks. A dream of mine was finally coming true. I was getting to share my
Let’s skip ahead two years to a turning point in my Starbucks career. While working in
the airport led to some amazing relationships and lots of new experience, I was craving
something more. Maybe I should set the scene a bit. At the time, I lived about 5 minutes from
Universal Studios. There was a new on-site hotel being built and I heard that there was going to
be a Starbucks inside. There was a grand hiring event coming up shortly and upon looking at the
open positions, I noticed three postings for Starbucks Supervisor. I applied, attended grand hire,
and was hired on as an external food and beverage supervisor placed in Starbucks. This was the
first Starbucks inside of a Loews Hotel property, so no one had the knowledge or experience that
I brought to the table. Two months after grand hire, we opened the largest on-site hotel at 1,800
rooms. I ran that department, attended meetings that were mostly for department heads, was
allowed to hire, train, promote others as I saw fit. I was really living my dream now. A year into
that, Loews moves forward with their second Starbucks on campus but this time in the already
existing Loews Portofino Bay Hotel. My F&B Director along with the Starbucks District
Manager send me on what they call “Task Force”, to train and open that outlet. This was also
where I met the man that would become my husband seven years later. This was eventually the
person that would experience amazing moments with me, but also share in some dark times too.
Two years in, I was starting to feel stagnant. This was a budget hotel so there were no positions
above mine for where I was. It was the F&B Supervisors and then the Director of Outlets. I make
a bold move and decide to close my then six years run with Starbucks and open the next on-site
hotel. This was a scary move for me because I was now an F&B Supervisor in a three-meal
restaurant (Breakfast, lunch, and dinner). This was new territory for me. Those of us that are
transferring from other properties were moved a month and half before opening to assist with
My father’s health had been declining for quite a few years at this point. I’d fly up as
often as I could to spend time with him and just be there. Don’t get me wrong, he was still at a
point where he was able to care for himself but mentally was struggling to find the motivation to
do so. The last couple of times he asked me to come up, I simply couldn’t. Between school and
work, I didn’t have the time to fly back up to NY. It was the middle of the night, and my mom
calls me. The second my phone started to ring and seeing her name on the caller ID, my heart
sank, and I felt like I was going to pass out. I haven’t even answered the phone yet. It was the
phone call that I was terrified of receiving. June 25th, 2016, at 2:35am my dad passed away. My
whole world was falling from beneath me. Typing that sentence out, still makes me feel sick to
my stomach. This was a day that I knew was coming but wasn’t ready to accept. Nothing was as
hard as losing a parent, not the divorce, not moving out; knowing that he wasn’t there anymore
was more terrifying than anything else. He is the reason I have such a passion for running a
business, serving my community and my passion for Starbucks. It is all because of him. He
taught me the importance of listening to those that report to me, they are the soul of any
organization I chose to be with. Everything I do now, I must find the connection between why I
I am who I am because of the things I have been through. I refuse to be someone else or
must put my values aside to meet the needs of others. My parents’ divorce taught me that it’s
okay for adults to go down separate paths. There is a reason for everything that happens. My
parent’s fulfilled their destiny together and that was to bring myself and my little brother into the
world so we can do amazing things. I learned that having a stepfather meant having another
father in my life. It meant that there was someone else to help raise me, to guide me, to also force
my mother to cut the strings and let me live my life. It meant embracing an extended family to
share new experiences with and to also be there when my dad passed away. Losing my father
forced me to live to my fullest potential every single day, to not accept things as they are if I am
not happy. It means having a guardian angel watching over me and being closer to my father
than I ever was. My story isn’t complete by a long shot, it will be one that gets written as the
days go on. I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for me.