Dear friend...
Have you thought about the Debt Collector profession? Executor? This profession gets a lot of spotlight and negative image from society. In my writing, I would like to invite Readers to understand them personally and see other sides of them. There are some interesting companions to tell about his life story, his struggle, his dilemma and how to think them. The story of their struggle survives with all the limitations, how true their hearts are and how the turning point of their lives comes and transforms them into my inspirational friends.
And for the first opportunity of this 1st edition, I want to explore the life story of a friend of mine that we call it Mr. T. Thank you for agreeing to share the story and all the stories as told to me, I have expressed here yes sir ...
(We apologize whenever there is an error in the exposure, name or whatever in the content of this story ...)
HARD LIFE, NOT HARDLY
Mr. T is 40 years old, this ordinary and friendly looking guy does not have the characteristics of a debt collector. His humorous speech and neat appearance, far from the shadow of the society of the rugged, black, tall, fierce, violent, violent, and disrespectful debt collector. Pak T people Lampung. His parents came from Java and became 'kamituwo' (the elder) in his area.
With all hope, the young Pak T traveled to Jakarta to study. Finally he went to college and lived life as an ordinary student. Until finally 6 months later he received a telegram from his father, if his father is no longer able to pay for his college including the cost of living T in Jakarta. How sad is T. There is a sense of misery, because his siblings are financed until college, but why when he is in college turns his family's economy down. Life must keep going, it is determined to succeed overseas, however weight.
After that, he thought to make a living. The first job I could think of was to be a motorcycle taxi driver. T went to Asem-Cempaka Putih Base, where the motorcycle taxi hung. He does not have a bike, but he does not want to give up. He tried to ask the other motorcycles there might be borrowed motorcycle to ngojek. Fortunately the motorcycle taxis there are good and willing to tell at once to see a doctor who lived in the area Cempaka Wangi. The doctor is very kind, he wants to help T. T can borrow his motorcycle with a deposit of Rp.1.500,00 - Rp.2.500,00 per day. And unexpectedly, he even lent also the money to pay college and paid later to the kindly doctor by installments. In a day, T can get money around Rp.10.000,00. Money to survive and pay tuition.
With a mediocre income, T can only get a patch of places to sleep. A desk and a narrow bed, clinging to a wire-covered window wall with only a mosquito net. Every time it rains, water will tampias in that window. Similarly, if the wind blows hard, then the cold entered in T bone T is tired and often still have to sleep while wrapped hungry ...
Every day T ngojek begin at dawn at around 04:00 to 16:00. Then at 17:00 to 21:00 college. After all, he ngojek again until past midnight. Every day he only sleeps 2-3 hours and eat potluck. This ojek job he lived about 6 months.
Young T is not a person who easily give up, during mock every day he disciplined himself to make 3 job applications. Every day he recorded jobs from newspapers in the warteg where he usually hung ngojek, making job applications and sending it to the post office Jl. Mardani, Jakarta. After 3 months, which means about 90 job applications, finally there is also a call for him from a Private Bank in Jakarta. It turns out the work call to become the security of a pagoda in the area Sunter. The pagoda was founded by the big boss of the Private Bank owner and is located in the same housing with the big boss's residence. To survive, the young T every day bring home the offerings, the dishes and fruits that can be brought from the pagoda after the completion of the prayer. This he did for 6 months, then T resign and switch business take sugar from Lampung and bring it into Java.
Every day, T diligently lectures and he also works. Distributing sugar at Pasar Ciung, Kemayoran. Every Friday, Saturday, Sunday he took sugar to Lampung, T so kernetnya. Young T can not relax, every day he has to find food to survive and strive to continue his ideals. Even because he was tired, T had missed the truck he had collapsed from falling asleep. T lives very hard, he does not even have the money to buy clothes.
Thank's to all
