Radio
Radio is my first love as a career. I have said it, admitted it. This is the first step to getting help. Right??? Radio to me is like a mistress, it is addictive and very seductive once it is in your blood watch out!!! . Nothing ever compares to it.
I was talking to someone in class who recognized my voice from radio and finally figured out who I was. They knew Matt as well from our radio days. Last week when we were at a dinner for Matt's work, we just refer to our time in radio as another life. We met at the radio station where we both worked so it is part of us. Radio was something that I wanted to do since I was 10 years old back then , it was a long shot, because I was very shy and timid. As I got older I wanted to do something behind the scenes. One of my jobs as an intern was to write commericals and write liner cards for the oldies weekend. As I got into radio more and more I realized what a vital tool it is in people lives. The timeline of your life can be traced to songs that your heard on the radio. In fact now when I hear a great song, I wish I could share it with listeners. Radio is like a marriage, when it is good it is good and when it is bad it is bad. Some of my highest and lowest points have had something to do with radio. Most of my life events have had the backdrop of radio. When the "Challenger" exploded, the Ghent Explosion, the Upper Big Branch mine disaster, I was in radio at the times these took place. I was listening to radio Nov. 14, 1970 the Marshall Place Crash. I was taping the song "Heaven Help Us all" when the bulletin came in about their crash.
Radio has changed a lot since I started as the 19 year old . Things are computerized, fast-paced and less personal. The workplace has changed as well. I spend most of my life working in radio, as things changed and I got more restless and disgusted with it, I wanted to walk away. Radio then became like an abusive husband. I was devitalized, no staff to work with and it got hard. One day I was putting some clothes away and the Lord spoke to me and told me my season in radio was done. It's odd, because at the point when this happened I felt like God was moving me from one side of the microphone to the other, because I was doing programs for people and different things. All of that dried up as soon as I lost my job. Then I was allowed to do the broadcast for the church every once in a while. There seemed to be some great mystery about why I lost my job. It was simply money reasons, nothing else.
As I have tried to go on and reinvent myself, something still tries to pull me back in. I remember during the power outage and storm, I was thankful to not have to be responsible for getting on the air, but I felt guilty for not being there to help answer phones, etc. I ask the Lord constantly, what do I do with all that experience and knowledge, where can I use it. Waiting for the gold has been really hard for me. When my friend set up a traveling DJ business, I thought I could be in on it, but the Lord said no. I thought I would have a job in some capacity doing something in radio, but that never materialized. I was trying to get a show on one of the radio stations, but I don't have the equipment or finances to do that. I was working with someone on a volunteer basis, they would ask me to do something and I would agree and I would never hear from them again on it. I give ideas and suggestions, and they had their own. It was as if the 33 years I worked was wasted.
Last spring before Dr. Browning died, I was at the same place she was. She was doing some volunteer work, and the people had an internet radio station and she looked at me and said "Sandi, you need to get back to your first love". I wasn't sure if I should be mad or hurt. I wanted nothing more than to get back to my first love, but doors were slammed in my face. People knew I could do a job, but they didn't ask me. I remember I had friends that got jobs at other places and of course they always thought of me as limited, because I worked in Christian Radio for a long time. Some have called me a washed up mess. Others have gloried in my downfall. Some have said God used the setback as a set up for a comeback. I just want to be better than I was before, because God is a God that moves forward, not backwards. They wanted to pick my brain, etc. I am now in school, wanting to get a job as an accountant/bookkeeper. God says "Remember not the former things, I will do a new thing," and you know what I am looking forward to it. There is more to me than radio.....
I was talking to someone in class who recognized my voice from radio and finally figured out who I was. They knew Matt as well from our radio days. Last week when we were at a dinner for Matt's work, we just refer to our time in radio as another life. We met at the radio station where we both worked so it is part of us. Radio was something that I wanted to do since I was 10 years old back then , it was a long shot, because I was very shy and timid. As I got older I wanted to do something behind the scenes. One of my jobs as an intern was to write commericals and write liner cards for the oldies weekend. As I got into radio more and more I realized what a vital tool it is in people lives. The timeline of your life can be traced to songs that your heard on the radio. In fact now when I hear a great song, I wish I could share it with listeners. Radio is like a marriage, when it is good it is good and when it is bad it is bad. Some of my highest and lowest points have had something to do with radio. Most of my life events have had the backdrop of radio. When the "Challenger" exploded, the Ghent Explosion, the Upper Big Branch mine disaster, I was in radio at the times these took place. I was listening to radio Nov. 14, 1970 the Marshall Place Crash. I was taping the song "Heaven Help Us all" when the bulletin came in about their crash.
Radio has changed a lot since I started as the 19 year old . Things are computerized, fast-paced and less personal. The workplace has changed as well. I spend most of my life working in radio, as things changed and I got more restless and disgusted with it, I wanted to walk away. Radio then became like an abusive husband. I was devitalized, no staff to work with and it got hard. One day I was putting some clothes away and the Lord spoke to me and told me my season in radio was done. It's odd, because at the point when this happened I felt like God was moving me from one side of the microphone to the other, because I was doing programs for people and different things. All of that dried up as soon as I lost my job. Then I was allowed to do the broadcast for the church every once in a while. There seemed to be some great mystery about why I lost my job. It was simply money reasons, nothing else.
As I have tried to go on and reinvent myself, something still tries to pull me back in. I remember during the power outage and storm, I was thankful to not have to be responsible for getting on the air, but I felt guilty for not being there to help answer phones, etc. I ask the Lord constantly, what do I do with all that experience and knowledge, where can I use it. Waiting for the gold has been really hard for me. When my friend set up a traveling DJ business, I thought I could be in on it, but the Lord said no. I thought I would have a job in some capacity doing something in radio, but that never materialized. I was trying to get a show on one of the radio stations, but I don't have the equipment or finances to do that. I was working with someone on a volunteer basis, they would ask me to do something and I would agree and I would never hear from them again on it. I give ideas and suggestions, and they had their own. It was as if the 33 years I worked was wasted.
Last spring before Dr. Browning died, I was at the same place she was. She was doing some volunteer work, and the people had an internet radio station and she looked at me and said "Sandi, you need to get back to your first love". I wasn't sure if I should be mad or hurt. I wanted nothing more than to get back to my first love, but doors were slammed in my face. People knew I could do a job, but they didn't ask me. I remember I had friends that got jobs at other places and of course they always thought of me as limited, because I worked in Christian Radio for a long time. Some have called me a washed up mess. Others have gloried in my downfall. Some have said God used the setback as a set up for a comeback. I just want to be better than I was before, because God is a God that moves forward, not backwards. They wanted to pick my brain, etc. I am now in school, wanting to get a job as an accountant/bookkeeper. God says "Remember not the former things, I will do a new thing," and you know what I am looking forward to it. There is more to me than radio.....
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