The Journey
And so the journey begins...
My journey to the Holy Land began with a group of close friends and relatives. We all decided to go sell security systems in Long Island, New York and eventually our office moved to Landover, Maryland (down the street from the Washington Redskins football stadium). That summer was a hot one and we spent most of our day 6 days a week knocking on doors. Did we make as much money as we would've liked? No! I remember one time my friend Erik and I were exhausted one day and decided to eat lunch at a Jamaican restaurant in D.C. We decided to calculate how much we were making hourly based on the amount of sales commission we had received and the hours we've put in. Low and behold we were roughly around $1 an hour! We started laughing so hard that we started to cry at how pathetic we were. I still laugh about that moment today. Although it wasn't easy work, we had a lot of good times together - jam sessions in the evening, eating at Buffalo Wild Wings (B-Dubs!), meeting new people, visiting fun and historical places, spending the night in Harlem, 4th of July at the Washington Memorial, and more. All-in-all I don't regret going. I managed to save up just enough money, combined with my student loan and pell grant, to make it to the Holy Land, survive, and come back home.