“Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have – life itself.”
— Walter Anderson
My parents moved me to Bangor, just before Fifth Grade, so my Dad could attend Bangor Theological Seminary and pursue a path in Ministry. At such a young age, I of course went along for the ride. Following High School I wanted nothing more than to be removed from Bangor, Maine. In my eyes, there was nothing in the city for me.
I moved to Massachusetts, which funny enough was were I was born.
In 2006, I was mesmerized by someone. She was everything I had ever wanted in a partner-in-crime. She was beautiful, funny, tiny, nice and took my breath away. I was in love. I found the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. She was it. We married October 22, 2012. My life was in pretty good shape! I was happy.
In 2016, after many conversations about moving back to the Bangor area (also where she was from), we agreed to move. I was excited. I’d be able to spend more time with her family and hopefully grow to love the city I once called home. We found jobs and a place to live. We continuing our journey together.
My happy life came to a screeching halt, only months after we moved. She told me she was moving out. I was devastated. I was lost. I didn’t know what I was going to do. My plan was not to give up, but to fight. However, after many conversations my marriage was over.
I thought my life was over. I’m stuck in Bangor only months after moving here. Not sure if I wanted to stay. I missed my friends from Massachusetts. Why stay?
I was working for Downeast Toyota, as well as Geaghan’s Brothers Brewing Company and Pub. My life went straight to working more and trying to stay away from my house more to keep my mind off the crappy stuff in life. I worked 40 hours at Downeast and usually another 10-15 hours at Geaghan’s. I thought this would be my life for a long time, work to pay bills and be alone.
However, during my time at Geaghan’s I met my two best friends in the universe, Mike and Karen. They care, listen and love me for who I am. It started to give me hope that life wasn’t over. They started to make me feel better and I was moving in the right direction. However, happiness was still be a long way off, in my mind. I was wrong.
End of January 2017, my life changed forever.
I was scrolling through Facebook and a post caught my eye. Abe Furth was searching for a Tasting Room Manager to manage their two Orono Brewing Company tasting rooms. I was interested, no matter the risks. I wanted the job, badly. You work hard, it pays off. I started working for OBC February 2017.
During the first year working with the great people at OBC I have done more than I ever expected. Traveled to New York City for a three-bar tap event (first time OBC outside Maine in the US), traveled to Iceland (with many other Maine breweries), was a part of the announcement of our new 10,000-square-foot brewery, as well as met a ton of new friends.
On my anniversary, I now realize that good things have to end for the better things to arise. Out of the ashes of my marriage came the birth of a new career, new friends like Mike and Karen (as well as Casey and Addie), new adventures, new apartments and new experiences.
I have now learned my lesson to not let the bad things in life get you down, good things will come out of the bad. No matter the downfall now, I live a life of knowing that just because something bad has happened doesn’t mean its over. There is still so much more in store for me.
Bad things happen to good people, but things happen for a reason.
“I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so you can appreciate them when they’re right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself. And sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.” — Marilyn Monroe