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As soon as I read the contest post, I really wanted to participate. Those who have known me for almost four years that I have been on the platform, know that I like to talk about my past, my family, my parents, my childhood. Maybe it's because I feel proud of the family that God and the Universe gave me and that's why I feel the need to share it with the world.


I would first like to introduce myself to the community. My name is Alicia and I am Venezuelan. I am divorced and have an eleven year old son. We both live in the same house where I grew up. I will tell you why.

There are many experiences, many moments that left a mark on me and when I had to choose three of them, it was not difficult. And even though there were not necessarily 10 years between each one, because between the first and the second one there were more than 12 years and between the second and the third one, there were four years. 

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### <div class="phishy">Promotion and advancement</div>

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When I was a recent advertising graduate, I worked as a sales promoter for several companies. But it wasn't what I wanted. I didn't like standing for hours in high heels in a restaurant promoting cigarettes or alcoholic beverages to people who were enjoying themselves. But since I had no experience in my field and wanted to work, it was what I had to do.

One day a friend of mine who worked with me for a while in promotions called me to tell me that the company where she worked was looking for a bilingual receptionist. I didn't find it attractive but when she told me the salary I was 👉😳 Oh, my God! It was three times what I was earning. 

I went for the interview and was hired immediately. It was one of the most important Pharmaceutical Industries worldwide: Wyeth Laboratories. 

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This industry was the pioneer in women's health at all levels, infant formulas and antidepressants. These were its mainstays, but the range of drugs it offered was wide.

Soon after being there, I was seduced by the idea of becoming a Sales Representative (Medical Visitor). 

I knew I had to go through regular channels: from receptionist to sales secretary; from sales secretary to the 0800 line and from there I could "maybe" opt for the Medical Visit. All of that could take years and you also needed to have a car to qualify for that position. I didn't even know how to drive 🤣.

But what if I took a chance, what could I lose? My position as a receptionist was secure. 


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When he ushered me in, I asked him to give me two minutes of his time and his response was, "and up to ten minutes if you need it."

I told him I was very nervous but I had to tell him. I remember it like it was yesterday.

"Well, Mr. De Pool, I know there is an opening for a Medical Visitor in Caracas and I wanted to know if I could apply to fill that opening. I have a university degree and sales experience. I think I am the person you need for that vacancy."

He looked at me for just a few moments, but for me, it was hours 😅and told him that he didn't know that I had a profession and experience in sales. But the question was to know if I had a car.

Remember I said I didn't even know how to drive? But without hesitation, I answered that I did have a car 🙈.

He replied that there were several people applying for the position and that he would discuss my proposal with the right people, such as the General Manager for Venezuela, the U.S. Sales Manager and other relevant people.

So I thanked him and went back to the front desk.

Later that day, I received a call from the Wyeth United States Sales Manager to congratulate me on my promotion to Medical Visitor.

I just couldn't believe it. Before the Sales Manager of Venezuela told me something about it, for the United States, I was the new Sales Representative !!!

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After this, everything happened very fast. That following weekend I started practicing driving my mom's car and started taking it to work. Two weeks later the strong training began.

I became part of the Wyeth Laboratories Sales Force in record time, representing the Women's Health area (Oral Contraceptives and Hormone Replacement Therapy for the VIP area of Caracas).

That was the beginning of my path to success and with it, trips to other countries for Annual Sales Conventions, training courses and within a year I was promoted to Junior Product Manager.

My life changed for the better. My dream had been fulfilled.

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## <div class="phishy">The birth and health of Gabriel</div>

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I got married and got pregnant. My pregnancy was normal, healthy, the baby was growing happy in my belly. I felt it.

I'm going to do the short story. My son was born with the umbilical cord tied around his neck; also at the time of birth he defecated in my belly, swallowed amniotic fluid and feces. When I gave birth to him, his face was completely black and he was not moving.

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They told me not to hope because there was a 99.9% chance that he would not hold out that night. I held on to the 0.1% chance of life and so did he.

He survived and spent almost a month hospitalized in Intensive Care. I couldn't breastfeed him, I couldn't touch him ... just see him through the cold glass of the incubator. She was dying to hug him, kiss him and he needed to know that his mommy was there, waiting for him.


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It was one of the hardest and most exasperating moments of my life. The uncertainty because every day a baby died in Intensive Care and the nurses did not give information.

But thanks to that minimum percentage and the help of God and my son's will to live, he overcame it. He came out of it. Today he is eleven years old, he belongs to the Symphony Orchestra of Venezuela and received an award for academic excellence from the mayor of my city, for being a student who during his fifth grade, maintained the highest marks in all subjects.

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## <div class="phishy">An angel left my life</div>

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This has been one of the most difficult, painful and heartbreaking moments of my life.

And it is that as much as we say in theory that we must be prepared to let our loved ones go, the truth is that in practice we are not. And that we know in the depths of our hearts that his departure is the best thing that could happen to our loved one.

But why do we sometimes think that our parents are eternal?


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Mom was a strong, independent woman, very intelligent. She always eager to learn to do everything. She was a Certified Public Accountant, but she also studied nursing, holistic medicine, acupuncture, homeopathy, sewing, drawing, and baking. She was a manualist since the marrow.

She also loved to travel the world. She loved reading, crossword puzzles, cryptograms, putting together puzzles, and any game where the mind is constantly busy.

She had married her only love, my father, and they were together for 54 years, until death came for him.

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From the moment Dad went to heaven, Mom began to slowly fade away. She was trying to be the same, but her gaze was lost. I didn't see her cry when dad left. Because that's how she was. Strong character. But that "strength" resulted in four ischemic strokes.

With the fourth stroke, she fell and broke her hip. We operated on her emergency but she did not want to get out of bed again. The depression was consuming her.

Within a year of being in bed and in a wheelchair, she began to have kidney problems. So, at the age of seventy-six, my mother started dialysis.


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What dialysis did was lengthen his life, but it did not improve his quality of life. She was long gone. Since dad left, she was no longer here 😥.

The deterioration was imminent. That beautiful mother, the warrior, the independent one, disappeared from me. She now she became someone very helpless, little and above all, tired of living.

She would wake up every day and say to me: Am I still alive? And she asked me to turn her to the wall where she had an image of Jesus of Mercy and I would hold hers together with two of her hands and she prayed very softly, that she would take it away 💔


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I tried to cheer her up. I took her to eat in front of the sea. I bought her ice cream, whatever she wanted. My son was barely four years old and he was trying to make her smile. I think he did it more than I did.

Every day I got up early and cleaned her, changed her diaper, gave her a warm bath and put her clean clothes on. I made her breakfast very soft because she could hardly swallow. Mommy weighed 37 kilos 😞. I have pictures, but it's something that still hurts and I don't want to delve into it too much.

I am still grateful to God and to the Universe, for having allowed me to take care of her until her last breath, with the same love that she did with me. From being her daughter, I became her mother and I am happy for the close bond that united us. Mom was my mother, best friend, my confidante, and then my daughter.

I miss her every day of my life and I wish I could see her one more time, take her out of the photos of her and hold her with all the love I have for her.

Not a day goes by that I don't miss her, that I don't remember her. If the walls spoke, it would speak to them of love, of union.

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This has been my entry for the [Blog of the Week: New Theme for Tuesday 5 October 2021](https://peakd.com/hive-106316/@hive-106316/blog-of-the-week-new-theme-for-tuesday-5-october-2021).

I would like to invest @slwzl, @belkisa and @zhanavic69 to participate. The truth is that it is wonderful to remember. Or as they say out there: "remembering is living."

_Thank you for allowing me to participate and for reading._

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<sub>All photographs are my own, taken at different times in my life. The covers I did, were made with Canva.</sub>

<sub>_Todas las fotografías son de mi propiedad, tomadas en distintos momentos de mi vida. Las portadas que hice, fueron hechas con Canva._</sub>