Complaint …
I have always believed in the ownership and sharing of my truth and hoped that it could help others. But what happens when your truth is so heavy that it could crush you?
28. May my world broke. I got a devastabing call that my sister tabitha and my father William had Passse away. Since then, it has been a daughter with anger, heart break and confusion.
I was a business trip when I accept a call, and Alison, a dear friend and a team member, instinctively hugged me. She took my phone, called my husband – who was with me in the city – and stayed by my side because he just didn’t come. This moment B3 back sharp memories of when my mother went through and how did my Cisco family enter? Their presence was a constant force when I felt that everything was falling apart.
Doug, my business partner and brother, which I never had, did not hesitate. He reached wide over Cisco and made me feel the support I needed desperately. The community he gathered became my rescue rope and offered strength and solidarity when I needed it most. Jeet, our EVP, sat with me, offered a silent society, known first -hand pain alone, and arranged advisors when I couldn’t find the power to find help, something I wouldn’t do myself.
It wasn’t just a gesture – it was a rope that was overthrown when I felt lost in the abyss.
Mike, leader Cisco, mentor and friend, assured me that one day I smile again. At that time he sees it impossible, but his faith illuminated a small spark of hope. Another leader in Cisco shared little joy and reminded me of the simple pleasure I could find in everyday case.
The calls poured from those who cared, people who were patiently listening until they heard a little light in my voice. Some even jumped on the planes, traveled miles just to sit with me, and showed me that I wasn’t alone. My team took over my work and allowed me to retreat and mourn without further stress. They gave me room to heal, just like when I lost my mother. Their understanding meant the world and allowed me to focus on what really mattered.
2 November I laid Tabitha and William to rest. The room was a girl with colleagues from Cisco from all points of my career, many of whom flew only for a day. Cisco showed me again that it was more than just a place for work; It’s my refuge, the community uplifted me when I’m at the lowest level. The words and actions of each person reminded me that I was alone, and showed me what it meant to be there. These are just the people I work with; They people who stood by me at the best and hardest moments in the last ten years. They pick me up, celebrate with me and support me when things are difficult.
At these moments, I found that the family can be found in the most non -commercial places, and these connections help us to heal the parts of us that are most broken. Looking back, I feel a stunning feeling of loyalty and gratitude. The support of my Cisco family allowed me to break again and showed me that the real force lies in the community and that it is okay to feel broken and need help.
My story is just one of Mary, who shows how careful the community can really change our lives. It is proof of the strength of the human connection and the deep impact it may have. If you are fighting with grief, know that there are such communities. They are ready to support you, lift you and remind you that you are not alone.
The way of establishing in Cisco, a place I call home, with people I call a family.
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