Posted: 10:14 am Saturday, July 9th, 2016
By Miguel Fuller
In the craziness of this tragic week I was able to take a step back and reflect on something simple but so meaningful. These red suitcases.
During high school I lived with my Grandmother in a one bedroom apartment where my clothes were stored in a green Rubbermaid bin. I hated those bins. By the time I was ready to go off to college I had no clue how I was going to get my clothes from Atlanta to South Georgia. Would I have to pack up the green Rubbermaid containers and take them with me on this new adventure?
I didn’t have to. My Mother and Grandmother bought me these red suitcases. I don’t think I’ve ever been that excited for a gift. These were MY suitcases!
Over the next 13 years they have seen me through the first stops of South Georgia College then Georgia Southern University. Then making my way into the adult world of living in Savannah for my first radio job. They effortlessly helped me make the leap to Florida for my first morning show job in Panama City. They were proud to help me go play in the big leagues of radio in Tampa Bay. When that didn’t work, they told me to hold my head up, and keep trucking. We went back to Panama City to hone my craft for my own show. Then when the call came for a second swing in Tampa Bay, they patted me on the back and said I could do it.
They have seen many job interviews in Charlotte, New York, Tampa, Boston, and Sacramento. They have been to countless morning radio conventions across the country. They have been there through countless apartments and homes over the years.
These red suitcases have seen the highs and lows and now it’s time for me to say goodbye.
When we met, I was 17 and could not wait to start this journey called life. Now I’m 30 and just getting warmed up.
Thank you red suit cases for a wild ride.