Vince Coliam
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I am a novice writer, songwriter, pianist, and poet. I love all art forms and am so blown away by the talent I've encountered on this platform.
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Reconciliation in a Gesture
I started my morning at work the same as I always had. I smiled and waved at all who greeted me and made my way toward the time clock to ensure that my efforts would be monetary, not voluntary. I made my way to my office and sat down at the computer to check emails, analyze sales statistics, and any other things that needed to be done before I started my pre-production routine. It was a typical day; I don't recall any emails that were unusual or profound nor did I see that the previous day contained any sales trend that was too far from the norm. As I worked, the silence and solitude resounded through each area I moved through, but I knew that would change at nine a.m. I managed a small staff of employees that would work later in the day, but my right hand man was my assistant, Matt, who was due to come in at nine. Suddenly, I heard a joyous and contagious laughter that always carried though long distances come from the front of the store and I smiled, knowing that Matt was already here. It was only eight-thirty and he was early, but that wasn't completely unusual. Matt loved people and it showed how such a large piece of his heart belonged to conversing and having a good time. He was the perfect assistant for me because he served as a foil to the introvert I have always been, and was able to provide the relational aspect of customer service that I struggled with. He and Mike, the senior manager of the store, had a lot in common and just seemed to "mesh" perfectly and it wasn't unusual for them to be visiting as they were this morning.
By Vince Coliam5 years ago in Journal
The Impact of Kindness
I awoke one morning at three a.m. to the impatient demands of my older sister for me to wake up and get ready to leave. I was fifteen years old, and she, my younger sister, and I had spent the previous week visiting our mother who had recently remarried and moved to another city that was a four hour drive from where we lived. My older sister, Tiffany, had to work later that day so it was necessary for us to leave unreasonably early, which required us to get moving at a time of morning that my teenage self believed to be a time no one should ever experience consciously.
By Vince Coliam5 years ago in Families
The Power of Kindness
I awoke one morning at three a.m. to the impatient demands of my older sister for me to wake up and get ready to leave. I was fifteen years old, and she, my younger sister, and I had spent the previous week visiting our mother who had recently remarried and moved to another city that was a four hour drive from where we lived. My older sister, Tiffany, had to work later that day so it was necessary for us to leave unreasonably early, which required us to get moving at a time of morning that my teenage self believed to be a time no one should ever experience consciously.
By Vince Coliam5 years ago in Humans
The Season of Giving
Recently, I found myself back once again in the middle of the Christmas season. I was brought back to the memories of the magic this season brought to me when I was a young boy. For years now, because of some pretty tough circumstances across the last decade, I hadn't done a very good job of celebrating the season. I always gave gifts to my children, but as far as any decorating or getting into the Christmas spirit, I just hadn't. This year, however, I wanted to change that.
By Vince Coliam5 years ago in Motivation
