This Thing Called RADIO

Last night I was cleaning out my desk at home and came across old receipts, past pay stubs AND a letter that really struck a chord.  I remember getting this letter when I worked at my first radio job in Albany, NY back in 2006.  I lived in Boston and worked part time weekend at PAMAL's Jamz 96.3.  I had a full time gig at a software reseller in Watertown, MA and wasn't going to leave until I found a full time job in radio.  Anyhow I was going to shorten my commute and would begin doing weekends at FUN 107 in Fairhaven, MA.  It was my last weekend at Jamz and a co-worker of mine left me a letter in the studio.  Joe and I had worked a short time together but he was always super kind to me.  Eleven years later, I was wondering why I had even kept this letter.  Clearly I couldn't remember what was written in it.  So what did I do? I read it.

Do you believe in coincidences?  In the phrase "things happen for a reason".  You see in Joe's letter he mentioned how he always found me to be "very professional, eager to learn, and easy to work with".  He said he was impressed by my willingness to learn and how I drove over three hours to "prepare for the Boston market while holding down a full time job."  He wished me success and said he'd miss my smiling face on Sunday mornings.  And as I read these words my eyes filled with tears.  Wow.  Eleven years later and I am still as passionate about radio as I was when I first started.  No ego to be checked.  No arguing when it comes to air checking with my boss.  Just me.  Still that girl, at my first radio job pursuing a dream.  Yes a lot has changed in 11 years but I'm still as eager to learn and probably one of the easiest people to work with.  I realized early on that music is my love.  I didn't want to be the next Mariah Carey or Britney Spears.  I just needed music in my life.  Radio was my platform.  Radio is my stage.