salsarhythms
01-02-2004, 08:16 PM
======= April 13th 1979 ========
"I'm so hungry, I could eat a horse!" he said in a tone
that only an 11 year old boy could produce.
"Yes I know son, I'm starving too, but hey you're mom's
cooking is always worth it."
"I guess so...oh hey dad guess what?!?!?" he exclaimed
with his eyes so wide open you could almost read his
mind...
"What?"
"CARLITO!!! Come help me out!!!" yelled out his mother. She
just needed a second of Carlos' time. He hated the name
Carlito though, he felt he was already old enough to be called
by his real name...the one on his birth certificate.
"It's Carlos ma!! I'll be right there!! Hey pop, I'll be
right back... you need anything from the kitchen?"
"No, but let me know if you need any help with
your mom."
"I don't think so, I could handle it dad, just sit and relax"
His day started just like any other, except, that this one
was different...this day he'd learn something. Something
indeed.
"So anyway like I was saying pop, guess what?"
"What is it?"
"Yesterday in school they started talkin about college
and stuff...well I was talkin to coach and he said that
with the way I play I could get into college through
a scholarship or somethin...not sure what it is, but I
know I don't have to pay for it!" he was pretty excited
because he knew for a fact his dad was proud.
"Hey Carlito..."
"It's Carlos pop!!"
Smiling, "Ok, I'm sorry, Carlos listen, nothing in life
is free, nothing"
"I know that pop, but I've been playing and practicing
for as long as I know, so I've been paying for it"
"Mijo, why don't you just work hard in school and study
hard and then maybe you could get into community
college and then take it from there" added his mom.
"Why would I want to do that when I've got the chance
to go straight into a good college...and of course I have
to work on my grades, it's just that I need to add my
talent on the court to make it better for me" now he was
getting a bit frustrated.
"No one is saying that it won't be better, but why are you
concentrating on playing a game? Listen, that's your
problem, you've always been a dreamer, you've gotta
realize that life is not like that, it's not all pretty. Don't
set yourself up for failure..."
"What makes you think I'll fail pop?"
"I'm not saying you'll fail, just don't aim so high, you'll
just be dissapointed"
"Whatever, I know I'm good..." he said to himself...hardly
audible by his parents.
"What was that Carlos?"
"Nothing dad...nothing"
======= August 27th 1989 ========
"Carlos, get into my office right now!!"
"Yes sir, what do you need?"
"Listen Carlos, this is the third time this week
that you come in late..."
"I'm so sorr..."
"No! No more excuses. Listen if you can't get
here on time, I'll just have to find someone who
can...know what I mean? Oh and the personal
phone calls are ending...today, not tomorrow, not
next week, today!"
"Yes sir...sorry about that"
======= 13 hours later ========
"Here you go baby, it's your favorite"
"Thanks mamita, how was Junior today?"
"Not bad, his fever was up all day, but not
too bad."
"Oye mamita, I've gotta make a move, I mean
I can't work at that place all my life, besides
this isn't the life that want for you and Junior"
"Ok there you go Carlos, dreaming again. Please
don't do that, we can't afford for you to be without
work, besides, you never went to college, what are
you gonna do that's so different?"
"Coño mami, you're supposed to be by my side.
You know I'm not gonna do anything to hurt us, but
I need you by my side."
"Well, whatever, just think about what you would do
if you fail."
"What makes you think I'll fail? I know I can do it"
he said to himself.
======= February 18th 1995 ========
"I'm telling you pop, I know it will work trust me
it has to work!"
"Carlito...I mean Carlos, why are you doing this?
Listen you've got a good job that pays well, just
be greatful for that...besides what makes you think
you can compete with the others? Both of these companies
have been around a long time, what makes you so
special?"
"But pop, why can't you see that..."
"Listen bro, I just don't think this is going to work..."
added his best friend Fred "I mean you know I got
your back, but you've just got too much to lose."
"Hey Freddy, out of everyone I thought you'd be
on my side!"
"Bro, I am, but you just not thinking straight man,
you just gotta realize that big business isn't for
people..."
"What, people like what man? Like us? Hispanics?
or from the ghetto, or what man? Besides, this isn't
about big business, it's about my business."
"It don't matter bro, why you gonna risk it? What
if you fail?"
"What makes you think I'll fail?"
================================
What do you think Carlos did?
He did the same thing...nothing.
Not a damn thing, and all because, like most people
he let's other people's opinions and criticisms and his
own fears get in the way of his desire.
Why do I write this story?
To show you something.
The people around you, your family, your friends
the ones who love you, will always have good
intentions...even when the advice is all wrong.
Basically, no one, (if they love you) wants to see you fail
so of course any time you try something new
you will be discouraged.
The same goes for salsa dancing.
I'm sure that when you first started a lot of your friends
thought that perhaps you couldn't do it, or that you
were not "coordinated enough", or whatever.
Maybe they expressed these feelings, or perhaps
they kept it to themselves...but you knew.
You knew that deep down inside they were thinking this.
At that point, you could have stopped...
But you didn't.
You're hear because you haven't stopped.
So don't let anything stop you. Anything or anyone
for that matter.
Remember, you will always have people around you
giving you their opinions, don't listen to them...continue
doing what you're doing regardless of what others might
say.
This holds true for anything you do in life.
Do what's right for you, not what you think is right
for everyone else.
And don't take failure as failure...take it as a learning
opportunity.
If you go out to the club and you don't dance well
that night...don't worry about it. Just review what you
did and think of ways to improve it.
But don't take it as a failure...think of it as a way to
learn something you didn't know before.
Think of all the times that people arround you discouraged
you...now think of where you'd be if you hadn't listened...
Where would you be?
Like I said, keeping going forward...in whatever you want
to do...
"I'm so hungry, I could eat a horse!" he said in a tone
that only an 11 year old boy could produce.
"Yes I know son, I'm starving too, but hey you're mom's
cooking is always worth it."
"I guess so...oh hey dad guess what?!?!?" he exclaimed
with his eyes so wide open you could almost read his
mind...
"What?"
"CARLITO!!! Come help me out!!!" yelled out his mother. She
just needed a second of Carlos' time. He hated the name
Carlito though, he felt he was already old enough to be called
by his real name...the one on his birth certificate.
"It's Carlos ma!! I'll be right there!! Hey pop, I'll be
right back... you need anything from the kitchen?"
"No, but let me know if you need any help with
your mom."
"I don't think so, I could handle it dad, just sit and relax"
His day started just like any other, except, that this one
was different...this day he'd learn something. Something
indeed.
"So anyway like I was saying pop, guess what?"
"What is it?"
"Yesterday in school they started talkin about college
and stuff...well I was talkin to coach and he said that
with the way I play I could get into college through
a scholarship or somethin...not sure what it is, but I
know I don't have to pay for it!" he was pretty excited
because he knew for a fact his dad was proud.
"Hey Carlito..."
"It's Carlos pop!!"
Smiling, "Ok, I'm sorry, Carlos listen, nothing in life
is free, nothing"
"I know that pop, but I've been playing and practicing
for as long as I know, so I've been paying for it"
"Mijo, why don't you just work hard in school and study
hard and then maybe you could get into community
college and then take it from there" added his mom.
"Why would I want to do that when I've got the chance
to go straight into a good college...and of course I have
to work on my grades, it's just that I need to add my
talent on the court to make it better for me" now he was
getting a bit frustrated.
"No one is saying that it won't be better, but why are you
concentrating on playing a game? Listen, that's your
problem, you've always been a dreamer, you've gotta
realize that life is not like that, it's not all pretty. Don't
set yourself up for failure..."
"What makes you think I'll fail pop?"
"I'm not saying you'll fail, just don't aim so high, you'll
just be dissapointed"
"Whatever, I know I'm good..." he said to himself...hardly
audible by his parents.
"What was that Carlos?"
"Nothing dad...nothing"
======= August 27th 1989 ========
"Carlos, get into my office right now!!"
"Yes sir, what do you need?"
"Listen Carlos, this is the third time this week
that you come in late..."
"I'm so sorr..."
"No! No more excuses. Listen if you can't get
here on time, I'll just have to find someone who
can...know what I mean? Oh and the personal
phone calls are ending...today, not tomorrow, not
next week, today!"
"Yes sir...sorry about that"
======= 13 hours later ========
"Here you go baby, it's your favorite"
"Thanks mamita, how was Junior today?"
"Not bad, his fever was up all day, but not
too bad."
"Oye mamita, I've gotta make a move, I mean
I can't work at that place all my life, besides
this isn't the life that want for you and Junior"
"Ok there you go Carlos, dreaming again. Please
don't do that, we can't afford for you to be without
work, besides, you never went to college, what are
you gonna do that's so different?"
"Coño mami, you're supposed to be by my side.
You know I'm not gonna do anything to hurt us, but
I need you by my side."
"Well, whatever, just think about what you would do
if you fail."
"What makes you think I'll fail? I know I can do it"
he said to himself.
======= February 18th 1995 ========
"I'm telling you pop, I know it will work trust me
it has to work!"
"Carlito...I mean Carlos, why are you doing this?
Listen you've got a good job that pays well, just
be greatful for that...besides what makes you think
you can compete with the others? Both of these companies
have been around a long time, what makes you so
special?"
"But pop, why can't you see that..."
"Listen bro, I just don't think this is going to work..."
added his best friend Fred "I mean you know I got
your back, but you've just got too much to lose."
"Hey Freddy, out of everyone I thought you'd be
on my side!"
"Bro, I am, but you just not thinking straight man,
you just gotta realize that big business isn't for
people..."
"What, people like what man? Like us? Hispanics?
or from the ghetto, or what man? Besides, this isn't
about big business, it's about my business."
"It don't matter bro, why you gonna risk it? What
if you fail?"
"What makes you think I'll fail?"
================================
What do you think Carlos did?
He did the same thing...nothing.
Not a damn thing, and all because, like most people
he let's other people's opinions and criticisms and his
own fears get in the way of his desire.
Why do I write this story?
To show you something.
The people around you, your family, your friends
the ones who love you, will always have good
intentions...even when the advice is all wrong.
Basically, no one, (if they love you) wants to see you fail
so of course any time you try something new
you will be discouraged.
The same goes for salsa dancing.
I'm sure that when you first started a lot of your friends
thought that perhaps you couldn't do it, or that you
were not "coordinated enough", or whatever.
Maybe they expressed these feelings, or perhaps
they kept it to themselves...but you knew.
You knew that deep down inside they were thinking this.
At that point, you could have stopped...
But you didn't.
You're hear because you haven't stopped.
So don't let anything stop you. Anything or anyone
for that matter.
Remember, you will always have people around you
giving you their opinions, don't listen to them...continue
doing what you're doing regardless of what others might
say.
This holds true for anything you do in life.
Do what's right for you, not what you think is right
for everyone else.
And don't take failure as failure...take it as a learning
opportunity.
If you go out to the club and you don't dance well
that night...don't worry about it. Just review what you
did and think of ways to improve it.
But don't take it as a failure...think of it as a way to
learn something you didn't know before.
Think of all the times that people arround you discouraged
you...now think of where you'd be if you hadn't listened...
Where would you be?
Like I said, keeping going forward...in whatever you want
to do...