My dying best friend his brother.

Just now I stumbled upon a video that made me want to share something with you.

This Story is about... death.
A boy named Drake. Drake is a 16 year old American boy, a skater who lives in Miami, plays piano. And he's crazy about Miley Cyrus. He has 3 younger sister and a younger brother and both his parents. He is a popular guy in his high school, especially around the girls. Why? Because he's a gentleman. He hold doors for girls, he doesn't let anyone down and he tries being nice to everyone.

this was his favorite picture of him.

He passed away November 2012 because of cancer. Rest In Peace my dear.

His brother.
At some point, I can't remember what we were talking about, he started talking about his family. He told me how his mom loved him and how his dad loved him and didn't know how to show it but he was trying really hard. How he was so good for his sisters, and how much he loved them. And somewhere along the story he started to tell about his younger brother. His younger brother was painful story.

He was at the gas station with his brother, he was about to buy a soda for himself, his brother decided ha would like one too and came running up to Drake. While he was running he got hit by a car. The driver was drunk, as soon as he realized he hit someone he got out of his car and ran away. They didn't find out who he was. His brother got hit so hard he past away. Drake told me once that if he ever would find the guy who hit his brother he would beat him to death...

Drake his brother got hit by a car, it happened in front of his eyes.. and he passed away. 

I have so much respect for his entire family, it must have been so hard for the parents to lose their son to a drunk driver, and for Drake for seeing his brother die and his sisters for losing their brother.


But here's what made me want to write this. 

Turn on English subtitling if you don't speak dutch or France!

This video was made by a Belgium institute, for people are people who drive dangerous. Some people were so concerned about others that it would maybe eventually cause their death. To make these people realize how dangerous they were being they got invited to their own funeral. It's crazy, but pretty emotional.

Is this video a little bit over the top or is it just right? It is definitely a wake up call to a lot of people probably.

Storytime; My (stealing?) neighbors

Time for another story because something strange happened last month, and it was another life lesson learned.

Recently I ordered my most  expensive package yet. I ordered an entire photo studio. Knowing I would probably not be home when the package would arrive I hoped my neighbors would accept my package for me. And that is what happened, only not the neighbors I hoped for. Anyways, no problem, right?

Nope. wrong.

I got my letter in the mail I could pick it up at my neighbor their place. So when I got home I ringed the doorbell but no one opened the door. So I figured no one would be home for the moment.

Nope. wrong. again.

The moment I tried ringing the doorbell for the third time and gave up I walked back home. As soon as I was home I heard the door open and close, and yes. Someone left the house. This girl actually waited for me to leave the house and get back in my house so she could leave. And holy shit she was in a hurry. I tried to catch up on her to ask for my package before she left, but she got as fast as possible in the car and left.
This was when I started to get pissed. It was very obvious she waited for me to leave her house so she could leave. But there would be someone home soon and I would ring the bell until someone opened the door and I wouldn't leave until they opened the door.

Nope. wrong. again.

I watched the house the entire night, and no one got home until around 10 pm. By that time I was calmed down though so that was a good thing I guess. I ringed the bell and the son opened the door. I asked for my package but he (of course) had no idea. He let me in and looked around for the package. No package in the house. He called his sister, didn't pick up her phone (of course). He told me he would let her ring my doorbell as soon as she got home. Yeah she would totally do that right?

Nope, and again wrong.

I rang the bell like 20 minutes later to ask him if he could try to call his sister one more time. While I was telling him to call her I could see her sitting on the couch enjoying something on TV with a blanket. It got me pretty mad, but I was going to try to act normal. All I was thinking was PLEASEEEE just give me my package.

But...

They didn't have it (????). That was it my entire day was ruined. I got home and went straight to bed. I was so done.

End of the story, I payed a lot of money to I saved up to freaking lose my package and get nothing. That's what I thought..

And do you feel him coming? Yes, wrong, again.

The day after I called the business that was supposed to send the courier who should have brought my package.

The story he told me was that he knew exactly who he gave it to and would go back today to the house to see if they would give the package to him. But no one was home. He said he had never seen this kind of people in all the years he worked as a courier who would deny they had the package while he was sure he gave it to them.

So I didn't get my package back that was for sure. I decided to call the business where I ordered my studio. They were very surprised too by this story, firstly they tried getting the package back. Which didn't happen of course. At the end they told me they would send me a new package and they would try to get the other one back so it wouldn't be my problem anymore.

I was so thankful, two days later my brand new photo studio arrived. It is way bigger then I expected to be, it doesn't fit in any room to be honest. But I'll fix it, at least I got it!

and this is the package!

And what happened to the other package? God knows..

I really like to give the credits to VidaXL for being this client friendly, they fixed my problem for me like a good business does. I recommend it if you want to order something there! I'm very positive about the business.

Life lesson learned though.
I'm never ordering something expensive again, and if I do, I'll make sure I'll be home when it arrives.
And people can be a struggle to handle, I know I'd rather not meet my neighbors again soon.

Know who to trust and who not to trust, and things like this give me a wake up call about who to trust.

Storytime; Job Fail.

Back in the days I would be so hard on myself, I wouldn't allow myself to make any mistakes. Looking back I realize how stupid that is, how am I supposed to learn anything if I don't allow myself to make mistakes?

Here's a funny story.

A couple months ago I applied for a job at this restaurant, and keep in mind I had no experience whatsoever. I had never worked in a restaurant. So everything went okay, I got the job. I was a waitress. Knowing I had a lot to learn, I started to have this weird feeling about it all. I just thought it was because I had a lot to learn. And I knew it would be a lot to handle. But I was feeling adventurous and went along with it.

So the day I got to meet my colleagues and we had this little presentation about working at the restaurant I already got lost and I arrived way too late. So I sort of met everyone and we got to see the restaurant, which was a new one. 

My first workday was a Saturday, and honestly I have never humiliated myself more.... It just didn't make any sense to me, I couldn't remember which people I've helped and which one I haven't. I didn't get how I had to take the orders with this small box I've got which looked like a calculator to me. Oh and let me not start about taking the drinks and food to the tables, I feel so lucky I didn't drop any sandwiches or drinks. But the amount of forks, knives and spoons I've dropped is infinite. Seriously. 

So while the day got worse I started to panic more and more. Up until this point I just disordered the entire restaurant. No joke. I seriously messed up the entire restaurant. I started to order wrong stuff for people, and didn't know which order belonged to which table. I left people waiting for like twenty minutes until they got mad. It was baaaaad. 

It got to the point my boss had to tell me to calm down, after the day was done, which felt like forever, we got to eat, sit down and talk about the day. And we came to the conclusion I just basically made all the mistakes that are possible to make.

So the Sunday I worked in another restaurant, and just my luck. The "big boss" came to eat there and wanted to talk to me because he saw how messed up I felt. And literally everything happened all over again. I just disordered the entire restaurant all over again. The girls I've worked with didn't even wanted me to help cleaning up after the restaurant was closed. So that was another disaster day. 

Long story short, I humiliated myself the weekend, and have never been that tired. It was the worst weekend, and I looked up so badly to the next weekend. I really, really didn't want to have another disaster weekend. 

The end of the story? I got fired the Friday night before I could start my next weekend of working. I seriously worked one weekend before I got fired. I was honestly so happy I got fired, because I  just came up with the conclusion being a waitress is nothing for me. I sucked at it. It was pretty hilarious looking back to it. 

The End!

Well, this was a funny life experience for me afterwards, and at the moment I didn't know if I had to laugh or cry about it. Everyone made fun of me, and weirdly enough it made me realize I shouldn't take myself too serious. These things happen, at least I know I'll never work in a restaurant again. 

What have you learned from mistakes in the past? Feel free to share your life experiences with me, I'm always in for some life lessons or a good laugh.