My Unplanned Meeting With Tony Robbins

CHARLOTTE, N.C. - Jan. 22, 2018 - PRLog -- When I was 19, two of my best friends from high school had asked me to move to Daytona Florida with them.  We had gone there for Spring Break a year prior, and they ended up moving there.  At the time of their contact, I had just moved back to Long Island, NY with my parents.  It was a very complicated time for me.  My dad retired at 62, the same year I graduated high school at 18.  He was set on selling my childhood home and moving to Florida.  I did not want to go, but didn't really have a choice.  None of my older brothers would let me live with them, and I couldn't afford to live on my own and go to school full-time, which is what I wanted to do.  I must include how expensive it is to live on Long Island.  If I had an option to stay, I would have.  In fact, my girlfriend at the time offered to take money out of her dad's safe to supplement my ability to pay rent.  It was a sweet gesture, but clearly wrong in so many ways.  So, I moved with my parents.  My eldest brother was going through a separation with his now ex-wife, and came down to Florida with us.
Now it gets a bit more complicated.  I rode in my brother's car, and he was not in a good state of mind.  Understandably, he was sad and confused about his marital situation.  I rode with him until we stopped to rest in Delaware.  In the hotel that night, he decided he was turning around and going back to NY.  So, I was in the middle of all of this chaos with my mom, dad, dog, and my brother.  The next day, I rode down to Florida with my parents, after my brother turned around to make his way back to NY.  The plan was to stay in Tampa, Florida for six months with a friend of the family's home.  They didn't use it during the summer months, and we could stay there while our permanent home was being built across the state in West Palm Beach.  What was I to do in Tampa?  I didn't know anyone, and knew that it would be a temporary stay.  I couldn't go to school, because of the timing and temporary status.  So, I looked for a job, and ended up getting one with a major hotel.  The position was to help out with their major events.  I would work as a vendor, and the first and only event I worked for them was pretty bizarre.  Before I talk about the position, I must express that I am open-minded, and one of my brothers is gay.  However, the event was still a bit overwhelming to me.  It turned out that the event I was slated to work at, was an expo for homosexual men.  That doesn't bother me, and I happily worked the event.  The thing that was jolting to me was getting hit on by men.  I don't hate them for doing that, and I don't think it is wrong.  I just felt very uncomfortable because it had never happened to me before.  The only thing I could think about was how a woman feels who gets unwanted attention.  I had never been hit on by a woman before when it was unwanted.  So, this was my first experience with that unwanted, awkward attention which felt like I was being violated.  So, yes, #metoo.  I do not write that hashtag as a mockery of people who have experienced physical, emotional, and mental trauma.  At the same time, I don't want to lessen the feelings I felt then and still remember to this day.  If anything, it made me more aware of how unwanted flirting and advances must feel for women(which I had never thought about before).  It didn't feel good, and later on in my shift, I took a break to go to the bathroom.  I ended up leaving and never coming back.

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Andrew Gordon
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