Ok so now you know a few details about me, my life and my current wacky situation. I was born and raised in Guatemala city, I came to Germany, married and divorced a german, have a beautiful girl and live in a tiny apartment.
I am the perfect example of what you may call mediocre!
I could have been the best, had I not been such a mediocre rebel during puberty. I am really smart, like friggin nerd smart! But I was too comfortable living off of other people's compliments. I was in my comfort zone and perfectly happy to be mediocre.
When I graduated from school, all I wanted was to leave home and do something with myself. I had absolutely no idea what it was but as mom put it "just not get preggers with 18". I came to Germany as an au-pair and mediocrity followed me on the plane. Not even I believed that I would make it here. I then met my ex-husband, who was abusive in every sense, and had a kid with him.
At some point he said to me during a fight: "Maria, you are a NOBODY! You are less than that, you will never amount to anything here. You will always be a loser." And that, ladies and gentlemen was the day this rebel was born, not halfway about it but seriously rebellious about it.
I chose to do EVERYTHING IN MY POWER to prove this guy wrong. Of course, those words really hurt me. Of course, that was a bad thing to say, but it was the best thing that ever happened to me too. It had to do with what I did after receiving that information, what changed my life.
I decided to leave him, went back home and worked my butt off, at times having 3 jobs simultaneously. I helped out at home, I had my kid to take care of and I made a name for myself. After that, I decided Guatemala was definitely not the place where I could become more. So I moved back to Germany. When I did, my ex was working at a supermarket carrying pallets around while I was doing direct customer service at a renowned agency. I worked with a big banker firm, I became somebody even here.
Then the issue with my legs happened. I was in a wheelchair when the doctors told me I would never be able to walk without a limp. I had 3 surgeries within one year and survived them all alone. They told me I could never kneel again. They told me I could never run or ride a bicycle. And the little rebel in me decided to prove them wrong. I did it. I can chase after busses and I can run, jump and even dance salsa. Because of somebody who once told me I could never make it.
Last week I was told that I would never be able to get a degree here in Germany. They said that maybe they would take me in at the local supermarket or post office, but I should not expect more. Can you guess what the little rebel said to that??? Yes, my friends, it has become a fun challenge to prove these people wrong too!
I will turn 30 this year. I have nothing to put to my name other than the fact that I am what I am and have what I have and I have fought for every bit of it. Maybe that is not enough for you, maybe it sounds mediocre. But have you ever met a walking cripple? Or a loser with a future and a degree? I'm close to finishing it.
I hope this story inspires you and that you take what other people say bad about you and turn it to your benefit. I hope that the ugly words from others become the fuel for your rocket and that you reach the skies. Because you deserve it, I hope that somebody doesn't believe in you and you prove them wrong and go "HA, in your face!". What a glorious feeling!
Do you have any "in your face" anecdotes? I would so love to hear about them!
I am the perfect example of what you may call mediocre!
I could have been the best, had I not been such a mediocre rebel during puberty. I am really smart, like friggin nerd smart! But I was too comfortable living off of other people's compliments. I was in my comfort zone and perfectly happy to be mediocre.
When I graduated from school, all I wanted was to leave home and do something with myself. I had absolutely no idea what it was but as mom put it "just not get preggers with 18". I came to Germany as an au-pair and mediocrity followed me on the plane. Not even I believed that I would make it here. I then met my ex-husband, who was abusive in every sense, and had a kid with him.
At some point he said to me during a fight: "Maria, you are a NOBODY! You are less than that, you will never amount to anything here. You will always be a loser." And that, ladies and gentlemen was the day this rebel was born, not halfway about it but seriously rebellious about it.
I chose to do EVERYTHING IN MY POWER to prove this guy wrong. Of course, those words really hurt me. Of course, that was a bad thing to say, but it was the best thing that ever happened to me too. It had to do with what I did after receiving that information, what changed my life.
I decided to leave him, went back home and worked my butt off, at times having 3 jobs simultaneously. I helped out at home, I had my kid to take care of and I made a name for myself. After that, I decided Guatemala was definitely not the place where I could become more. So I moved back to Germany. When I did, my ex was working at a supermarket carrying pallets around while I was doing direct customer service at a renowned agency. I worked with a big banker firm, I became somebody even here.
Then the issue with my legs happened. I was in a wheelchair when the doctors told me I would never be able to walk without a limp. I had 3 surgeries within one year and survived them all alone. They told me I could never kneel again. They told me I could never run or ride a bicycle. And the little rebel in me decided to prove them wrong. I did it. I can chase after busses and I can run, jump and even dance salsa. Because of somebody who once told me I could never make it.
Last week I was told that I would never be able to get a degree here in Germany. They said that maybe they would take me in at the local supermarket or post office, but I should not expect more. Can you guess what the little rebel said to that??? Yes, my friends, it has become a fun challenge to prove these people wrong too!
I will turn 30 this year. I have nothing to put to my name other than the fact that I am what I am and have what I have and I have fought for every bit of it. Maybe that is not enough for you, maybe it sounds mediocre. But have you ever met a walking cripple? Or a loser with a future and a degree? I'm close to finishing it.
I hope this story inspires you and that you take what other people say bad about you and turn it to your benefit. I hope that the ugly words from others become the fuel for your rocket and that you reach the skies. Because you deserve it, I hope that somebody doesn't believe in you and you prove them wrong and go "HA, in your face!". What a glorious feeling!
Do you have any "in your face" anecdotes? I would so love to hear about them!
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