The Light

It’s been years. Yes, multiple years that we have been waiting for this.

Before we decided to move to Portland Deuce was looking for a good paying “career” job.
Then we moved, and if you’ve read my early posts you will know we were in major financial hardship because we held crappy jobs. Deuce couldn’t even get a job pumping gas. Then, due to circumstances out of our control we moved back to Denver in July of 2010. I found a job making coffee, but Deuce found nothing. He kept looking. Then, he got an interview with the city of Denver. It was for a part-time, temporary position working for LEAP. It was work, we were happy. It didn’t pay much, and if you know Deuce, you know he hated it. He was stuck behind a desk, and really wasn’t being utilized to the best of his abilities. I married a brilliant, A.D.D. riddled man. He needs to be challenged, and this job, wasn’t paying well and wasn’t challenging him. But his supervisors loved him, so they did what they could to keep him around. There were promises of promotions, various job leads in different departments, the works. But nothing ever panned out. When he got the job he knew the position would end 8 months from his start date, so he was on the job hunt from day one.
I think all in all he had over 150 applications floating around. He had one interview, but no call back.
Needless to say, we were discouraged.

Now, I believe it is my job as a wife to be my husbands number one fan. His personal cheerleader. I tried my hardest to stay positive, but I know I failed every now and then. It’s hard to stay positive when you feel like an ant under a magnifying glass, at first the rays of sunshine are nice and warm, then all of a sudden you are on fire and you can’t seem to save yourself.
Then I dedicated to praying a specific prayer. I wrote a prayer on November 3rd 2010, and would read it during my prayer time.
On November 3rd 2011 Deuce got the call that my prayer had been answered.

 
A little history.

In August we visited Deuce’s family, during that trip Deuce was chatting with an old family friend, we’ll call him DS. After catching up and realizing that Deuce was in dire need of a career job, DS told him he’d help him as much as he could. So when we got home, Deuce and I sat down and really fine tuned his resume. Sent it off to DS and after some more editing he thought the resume looked good. He sent it off to a few colleagues, and within days he received a response.
The interview was set, neither one of us really wanted to get our hopes up.
Even after the interview, we still didn’t know what to think, Deuce thought he had nailed it, but there had been so many other times he thought “he had it in the bag” only to never hear back about the job.
Finally the owner called back, and invited Deuce to a second interview, which ended up being a meeting with all the project managers. Deuce sat down with eight other men at the conference table. The owner handed everyone except Deuce a piece of paper and said “Alright, this is Laird, you have his resume in your hands. I want to bring him on as a project manager, what do you think?” This was news to Deuce, and then someone spoke up, and wasn’t too keen on the idea of bringing him on. “What about Michael? He is much more experienced than this guy.” (Remember, Deuce is literally sitting right next to the disgruntled employee.)

After some back and forth between the owner and this guy that really didn’t see the point in bringing Deuce on board, Deuce spoke up on his behalf and gave a great speech on how he may not have technical experience but he’s a fast learner and already has learned quite a bit about this job and presented them with blue prints and print outs that showed them he really had done his homework.

After he said all he could to defend himself, the crew was on his side and approved his joining the team.

 

He has worked two days in the office, and is exhausted when he comes home, but I haven’t seen him this happy in years. It almost doesn’t feel real that he has this job. We’ve been going through such hardship for so long that I don’t know what to do with this turn of events.

But I thank God every day for this job. I thank him every day for all the hardship that makes this new chapter in our lives that much sweeter. I thank him for providing for us and giving Deuce a job that couldn’t be more tailored for him if he had created it himself.

We were blessed when we were in our darkest hour, and we continue to be blessed now, when rays of hope are shining through.

 

I have been bad at adding my PS’s so here you go:

This song is killer and the topic of this post makes me want to dance like this. Enjoy!

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