Recently I was selected as an applicant for Jauntaroo a travel and tourism company that was making headline news with a campaign to find a chief world explorer to travel and blog. The coveted Chief World Explorer job was open for a month to anyone in the world to apply, with over 3,000 applicants I was selected to be one of them. The applicants are chosen on a few things, Who you are, what you have done, and your marketability. each applicant is to make a 60 second video. Mine is about my travels and philanthropic activities. You can vote for each applicant by clicking on their link. A screen shot of mine is pictured here.
As I walked off the plane and onto the grounds of Düsseldorf International Airport I took a look around and soaked in the feeling and excitement mixed with a bit of uncertainty. The struggles, all the workouts, the training’s, and the sacrifices all have come to this, but I haven’t even made a team yet, I had to still prove my worth. I knew I was about to embark on the last stretch, the last chance, and here I was with everything I had left. Go big or go home. Literally.
My mind filled with questions and doubts. I sat there and looked around. The airport became silent and my thoughts were racing.
Did I make the right choice?
Am I crazy for going to Germany?
I do not know any of the language, will that be a problem trying out with these guys.
I’m already missing home a bit, I’m pretty warn down already from the tryouts do I have enough energy left?
Everything has come to this, the travel the training and the emotions. It was then, I thought about where I came from and what I had been through in life so far and knew I was indeed cut out for this and this was my time. I thought about all the work I had put in, all the people that believe in me and those that think I will fail. I know I can do this, and I believe that I will get to where I desire.
People become really quite remarkable when they start thinking that they can do things. When they believe in themselves they have the first secret of success.
After an introduction from the staff the guys were all given numbered shirts. 100% cotton these suckers acted as sponges in this humidity filled gym. The summer sun pounded through the windows of the gymnasium making the intensive workouts all the more harder to deal with. It was a freak show of top athletes all playing their A games, we have guys doing all sorts of pregame rituals and taking their vitamins, eating a bite or two of some fruit, drinking an energy drink or gel, all something to fuel them while they stretched and listened to the staff talk about the selection process.
I don’t really remember much after that except a warm up. My mind was so fucused, so ready, I just remember wanting to perform. Everything outside went black i had a tunnel vision for the ball and the game.
Then the whistle blew, I took my first jump serve, I’ll never forget the moment it all started. That is when I count it as the beginning. My first jump serve of the day, to start and we were off. Passing and serving, I don’t remember much other than i had a huge smile on my face, and thinking ok it is now time, all your hard work sacrifice and dedication is here within you and you have no excuses but to try your best. That is all you can give. You can do this because you believe in yourself and you can achieve anything as long as you keep your faith strong and believe that it is meant to be. No stress just play and the flood gates opened with volleyball.
Sooner or later, those who win are those who think they can.
It’s mid week, I’m not too sure what is going to happen with all these guys and tryouts. As in the programming of this entire campaign seems a bit dodgy and inconsistent. The talks in the halls and off the court is mostly about the lack of promised coaches, scouts, and “exposure” that was hyped up. A few guys are getting good looks but no bites. I’ve noticed many guys who have lost spirits, talks of leaving, giving up, dropping to just take this time and travel. Some have even went out drinking at night the past couple nights. I’m not keen on any of that. I know to keep my head up and focus on my goals, say my mantras, and stay focused. I have a gut feeling, a good gut feeling that I’ll be going somewhere and it won’t be home for a while.
Such diversification in an Italian vacation can be found when landing in Tuscany. From the world famous art and architecture to the beautiful rolling hills of olive and grape vines. Small cobblestone villages unite by a rich selection of prepped meals and fresh foods. Tucsany is the western backbone of Italy. Cities include, but are not limited to Florence, Lucca, Siena, Pisa, Pistoia, and Massa-Carrara. These cities capture the delights of the renaissance surrounded by picturesque beautiful landscapes in between the towns. Tucsan food is so rich that you can feed a family with just the scents and aromas being sautéed in the kitchens of bakers and family cooks alike. Be sure to invest at least a week and don’t be afraid to wonder off the beaten paths; for it is there that you will find something unique. Venture across the winding side roads and little towns, rent a horse carriage to enjoy the sights and sounds of small town life or pick up a sports car to zip around the lands. Try to leave no unturned page in the Novel called Tucsany.