
My name is
Ray M. Wong, and I’m a writer. It’s taken me forty-seven years to get to a
point where I can say that. There’s still a loud, insidious voice in the back
of my mind that disputes this notion; it tells me I’m not good enough, that
it’s only a silly little dream. But after listening to its disheartening
message for most of my life, I’ve finally learned to talk back to this voice, and
it feels good to tell it to shut its trap!Staying Above Water
By
Ray M. Wong
Life lessons can come from the most unexpected places.
He told me his name was “Mo” or short for Mohamed, and he took my family to the
airport from our hotel at Orlando, Florida on a Friday morning at 4:45AM. Mo
has driven cars the past year for a company called Ramada Transportation
because the bank he had served for 15 years laid him off with no severance or
unemployment benefits. He was a regional VP.
“There’s no loyalty anymore. Companies don’t care about
regular guys like you or me,” he said with more than a trace of hurt in his
voice.
Mo moved to Florida from New York ten years ago. He
liked New York and felt that people could get ahead if they worked hard, but he
had one overriding reason to relocate. “New York is okay, but everything is so
fast-paced. Florida is a better place for a family,” he said.