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Sharing the story of an inspirational young lady – Nicole. She says that babies and animals become calm around her – it’s got to be true because when you speak to Nicole, you can feel her vibrant spirit and her inspirational energy. We wanted to share her aspirations and intend to follow her story as it unfolds. She is a young lady who has overcome many obstacles and moves forward with joy and determination. Nicole tells us what her plans are. We plan to keep the updates coming. We look forward to Nicole’s future stories!
1. Before you decided to pursue your goal in acting, what were you studying? I was studying education. I love to work with children and was thinking of pursuing teaching as a career choice, but I found that it just didn’t do it for me. Knowing I wouldn’t want to do that with the rest of my life, I went back to my old roots and deep passion for acting and music. I feel as though I would actually love going to school if it centered around the arts. I was not at all moderated to attending classes because I couldn’t see the end results and rewards if I was doing something that I am constantly second guessing. 2.You said you have a bond with children and animals. How did you come to that understanding and will that fit into your new studies and direction?
I have always loved children, babies and animals. When I was a little girl my mom used to buy me all kind of baby dolls and I would act as their mother. When I got a little older, people would tell me that I am a natural mother and kids had a way of clinging to me. Children talk to me and tell me things that just blow my mind because I wouldn’t expect them to open up so much to me. Babies fall asleep on me and stop crying whenever I hold them. With the animals, they will come up to me, want to play and are just relaxed. I always wanted a puppy - haven’t gotten one yet but will soon hopefully.
I want to get into casting and management, working with children between the ages of infant-14 years old. I would like to open a dog breeding center as well.
3. What aspects of theatre interest you most?
I really love that you have to step out of the comfort zone of being yourself to portray the character so that the audience can feel that it’s real, that you are the person on that script. Nicole does not exist when you are in the moment of acting. Its the passion and being able to say “wow I felt that, I feel like I’m there.”
4.You mentioned that you recently started singing, how does that factor into your plans?
Recently music has become part of my career goals. I am becoming more comfortable with singing and song writing
I feel inspired; I start to want to write a song at the most random times! LOL! It is definantly something I want to get more into. I just need to stop being shy. : )
5. Have you written any plays or productions?
No, but I have written short stories. Maybe in the future I will.
6. What are your favorite type of roles to play? What kind of roles will you pursue?
I like romantic comedies, comedies and horror movies. I would like to play those types of roles. Drama roles will be more of a challenge for me, but with a lot of practice to being serious I’m sure I can face it.
7. Nicole tell us where you will be or plan to be in five years?
In five years I expect to have my career off the ground and to be doing well, making a pretty good income. If my plans don’t change I will most likely still be living in Los Angeles. I see myself having had released at least one album and have writen some hit songs for numbers for other artists.
8. Do you presently foresee any obstacles, and if so, do you have a plan to overcome them?
I foresee a great deal of obstacles and it will get hard. There will be blood, sweat and tears trying to get where I have to go, but there is no turning back now. I have to stay focused, committed, motivated, and consistant. I am kind of a softy and need to get tougher skin for this business, so i plan to just keep taking it one step at a time and one day at a time.
Many of us get to the point where we just can’t continue and some of us even give up. We go another way, we pursue something different other than what is in our hearts. We snuff out all of our greatest desires and settle for who we are, where we are and what we have at that moment, knowing there will never be anything beyond that. And, above all else we don’t believe that success is possible. Irene Zamarripa is not like that. She is not that kind of human being, not that kind of person, not that kind of woman, not that kind of mother. She will not give up and will not stop. “No matter what I go through, I don’t stop. I keep working; I keep taking care of other people and my kids and inspire as many people as I can.” Her mom used drugs, her mom’s boyfriends used drugs and she was abused as a child. She ended up in an unhealthy marriage with three children. The emotion and trauma of a divorce ended her up in a mental institution suffering from a nervous breakdown. The doctors did not want her to leave, but she knew that she didn’t belong there. She knew that she had to pull herself back together to take care of her most cherished possessions – her children. She also knew deep in her heart that she could do it – she could turn everything around. “Things may get taken away, but God will give it all back.” She left California in search of a place in which to start over. Ending up in Arizona, taken in by friends, Irene was allowed her to begin her life anew. She found work in the human services field, an area that is home to her heart and that she had previous experience in. She works as a behavior health therapist helping severely mentally ill people who are going through drug rehab. In the five years that she has been in Arizona, much has taken place in Irene’s life. Her mother stopped using drugs and became clean. However, from previously sharing needles, she ended up with hepatitis and eventually became very ill. Irene, who by that time had purchased her own home, made room for her mother in order to care for her. Mom’s insurance barely covered her medical needs, so it was Irene who took on yet another job in addition to the two that she already had, to make sure her mother had proper medical treatment, medicine and care. She worked almost around the clock using what little time she was home to tend to her mother, her children and to rest. Her Mom eventually passed away peacefully and gracefully thanks to her daughter’s care. “I never made excuses; I keep pushing forward.” The day after her Mother’s death, Irene was back at work. Her clients needed her - the work did not stop, people’s needs did not dissipate, neither did Irene’s commitment, energy and compassion toward others. She said her Mother’s death was expected and she sent her off with love, so she did not need to grieve. Besides her work, her children needed her to continue on with what she was doing. She had a daughter still in high school, another daughter in college and a son who just completed college. She goes to work no matter what to maintain financial security while the children pursue their education, to help support a beautiful new grandchild and to be there for her clients who need desperately need someone who cares. “I give, I give, I give.” Her clients vary. Sometimes it’s women with children, sometimes it’s the head person of a family, sometimes it’s younger people. Some of these people have never been told anything positive about themselves until they met Irene. “All I’ve ever heard from my parents is that I was a piece of shit and that I can’t do anything,” says client after client. She instills in people’s minds that they can do it. They can do anything they want. “Don’t give up; don’t stop no matter what. You can do it!” is her mantra. If they come to the facility and don’t have clothes, shoes, blankets, Irene has at times personally provided these things for people unconditionally. She would take her own food and share it just to be sure that people had something to eat as they start out with their new beginnings. She has even gone so far as to share her house with families and individuals who needed a place to stay and an opportunity to have a new start. One young lady was living on the street as a teenager. Irene took her in and inspired her to the point that the young lady finished high school, graduated from college and is now a successful working professional. She has helped families who would have been living on the street had Irene not allowed them to stay in her home. But, there have been a few occasions where Irene’s kindheartedness has backfired. People would come in, run up bills and disrespect her and her home. Irene would emerge from all negative situations saying “that’s okay, God will give it all back” and she will not hesitate to continue to help others from the bottom of her heart. It is a powerful thing to help people to empower themselves and believe in themselves. Irene’s son is a competing kick boxer and works with the elderly; one of her daughters is in college and preparing to enter the legal field. Her youngest had great difficulties in high school, but Irene refused to let her allow herself to fail. This year she graduated and has her eyes set on her future goals.
“I will keep moving forward in a positive way…”
Very recently, Irene ended up in the hospital with a severe kidney infection. The hospital staff fully expected her to pass away. She said, “no, give my body another chance; it’s not my time to go yet.” She was determined to watch her daughter graduate. And with that determination, everything reversed. Her blood cell count came back to normal and her organs started functioning properly. She is dealing with what her doctor considers to be a major heart problem, but to Irene, it is a small one because she is determined “to keep moving forward in a positive way.”
“The sky’s the limit as to what we can do with and for ourselves.” She is so grateful for her friends for helping her restart her life in Arizona. Irene has recently purchased her second home and despite everything she has been through, pushes forward through all obstacles to success. Irene Zamarippa wants to speak at schools, conferences and anywhere else that people gather and need inspiration. And who better to inspire than a woman who has overcome so many difficulties as she has in her life? She never allowed herself excuses and continued to forge ahead undaunted no matter what. She stays positive about every situation and pours her heart into helping others. Remember that Irene says that “YOU CAN DO IT” and then, you can! Irene will be publishing an inspirational book next year to bring her enthusiasm and encouragement to a broader scope of the human family. by Burghelea-Handaric Maria-Daniela It was a regular and typical day. Nothing was special. Sunrays, still play, come and go on my face, without letting me enjoy my morning sleep. I stay still for few minutes with thought that they will go away. Not even close. They continue to come and go, like they are all alone preparing a party on my face. I let them. They are funny and cute in their childish game. My sleepy mind is trying to think what should do in that day. Not too much, but I have much to do… Hold on, with my mind still sleepy and with sunrays full of play, I try to make room for me in this morning, in this old world, but unknown for me. The house is ready to wake up. Sunrays get her? I don’t know. I just try to listen to her moves and his noises. They are strange, don’t look like the typical sounds heard in every morning. Hey, sounds like something I know…oh, no, just a sleepy door who just glued on her frame with anger. Nothing unusual in this house! I decided that in this new morning to hold my life for a few seconds, maybe minutes or maybe hours and listen. To listen for the first time to the noises around me, which was never important to my life, to observe things which I don’t believe I saw before, until now.
He sits at the table, the noise of the opening newspaper is so energetic, so rush, maybe a little bit nervous, and yes…he gives orders. He never hears any noise. He gets a simple, routine and indifferent noise. Maybe an ignorant noise, but I don’t think so. It is from the woman who was the noise earlier. He finishes, is up and he goes in the same way he came. Silence…with ease I hear preparing noises. My heart doesn’t want to go anymore. I got her in my game. She sits and listens. I hear the same movement. With care and carefully, with the routine of the years, she is washing, removing and placing objects on the table, closes and opens doors. She put a light on something…the cooker flame. Probably preparing something. But she makes a strange noise. It is not from preparations. It is from the soul, it is from her pain. She keeps going…kitchen noises cannot cover the noise of pain. How powerful it is, but she ignored him. She has something else to do, something she’s been doing for years, but with the same noise of pain. She blends like a crown of spikes, noises of pain, of habit, regular love, of hope, of love…maybe the noise of love…yes, but, this does not appear to be present in her crown of spikes. The noise of sorrow is present. I decided. I will go after that crown of noises for one day. How rich is this crown…and she looks so beautiful, or maybe she was. I cannot figure out, I will go closer. Silence…hey, this time is outrageous. Same, like earlier, the noise of two little tornados make their appearance. They scream, they cry, they caress it, they order, to whom? To the crown of noises. She only listens. She looks at them with adoration. For a while the noise of pain is covered by the noise of love. What noise of love…sweet, suave, forgiven, determined and, yes, patiently! Is someone that can leave like this?! It is so fascinating this interweaving. Preparing noises are heard, she makes them. Voice noises…they come too. Scold, but she’s not yelling, advising, but she’s not ordering. She wanted to spoil them, but she cannot. Interesting. The spoil noise it is pretty weak. She keeps him hidden. Little tornado could stifle, choke him, so she hide him. What a crown of noises in this morning. Looks like a habit. Pain cuts her. Stabs her in the lowest corner of her body. I wish I could say to her “stop!” But I cannot do that. Why is that? I don’t have a noise to reach to her, that she can hear. She only keeps going. Little noise goes. I can hear only the pain noise. That is what remains of her.
It is strange, the pain is still there. I can hear. I think she ignores her, or it is used to her? Now, she’s ready. Opens, closes and she goes. It is the last noise made by her. I think she goes to her work. I cannot hear the noises from there, but I guess. She goes with the noise of pain…they do not leave her. It is so normal to her and I think she even notice anymore. Now, is silence! No noise. What a morning. Still, I don’t realize where I am. I wait. Exciting, this game of noises… I have in my mind that crown of noises. It is beautiful, but sad in the same time. I wonder if she knows about it. Probably she not gives her attention to it anymore. In a hurry all the time, she does not notice, she keeps her attention on the others. Unhappy…but she must please others. Concerned for the house noises, without paying attention to her own noises. I did not feel when the sleep came to me and I did not know when this noise spellbound me. But, hey… I just hear familiar noise – in fact many. Oh…the same pain and another new noise appears. It’s a happiness one. It is the joy of coming home. And here she comes, noise of habit. There are many. The house is cared, is cleaned and it is arranged. What a blind, what a crown. It is she. She starts all over again, with different order. The noise of her self-concern is not blending. Concern for others is her second nature and the pain follows her. Oh…the noise of little storm, just arrived. Careless and selfish, they only demand from her. They take and go. They left her alone. Another noise I hear. It is from tired. No one notices him, but it’s usual for her. She keeps continuing to prepare. The day is finished, so others’ noise gets around. I wish I could hear the noise of her heart, at her tiredness, soul and mind. The walls from between us are too thick, or it seems to me this way. I wish I could take in my arms and cuddle those noises of her mind, heart and soul. I want to chase the noise of pain, lock him, that never could come to her. I want, that she could have only the noise of relaxing, the noise only for self-esteem. I want to admire and hear the noise of her hand on his beautiful face. But I cannot do that. The noise of my despair breaks my soul and I can feel her pain noise. It’s present all the time in her crown of noises. Any noise she makes, this noise is present. If she care and teach her little storms, he is there, if she waits, a tornado is there, if she tries to pay attention to herself, is there, if she cares for her home, is there. Anything she would blend in her crown, the noise of pain is still there like weeds in a wheat ears yellow crown. And I cannot make a small, little noise for help. After such a day, the only noise I can hear is the noise of silence. Even the pain stops a little bit. She is alone with her soul noise. She’s thinking. I wander about what? I wish to hear her. Not yet. The magic of the late summer night shrouds her. I can feel in the end the noise of relaxing. I never even hear when she sat down. What a crown of noises! And I was not able to do anything. I can hear my sadness and despair noise. If she can hear it, she knows how to make them to go away from me. But, hey…all this noises is from my mother! It is my mother’s crown of noises…and I cannot do anything. But, she in her own noise of pain, cares for others crown of noises. This is for all women, who care for others in their own pain. |
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Fearlessly she says “I would do it all over again. God can get you through anything.”
Interesting this new world! Where are the sunrays now? Have they found another game? Oh, now…they are here in my show. But I don’t invite them. I only hear doors opening and trapping. Anyway, it doesn’t look like it was from my house. Everything is new – from the first sunray – to the noises of the house. I have time, so, I stay and listen. Looks like something new. I hope I don’t dream….another noise. This time was much easier, much wiser, but more discreet. He has a special air. Has grace and power. Has determination, but is rather weak. It is a door noise. How can make this door noise be that weak, but in the same time, so decided? I will follow that noise, it is made by a…woman. Delicate, decided, suave, but strong. What a mixture! My heart looks like she wants to break my body and go out – hey…where do you want to go, my little heart? She was scared by a damn weird noise. Well, then? Who makes it? Looks like a tornado coming. I don’t have a chance to see or feel one in my life, but the TV left me a clue about how it is. I think she looks like what I just heard. Opens, slams, don’t close.
She cuddles, she gathers her self. She ignored that noise, but it is still present. What a crazy noise! She seems common to her. She makes other noises. Finishing. Oh…I see …prepare herself. I can’t see her, but I feel the way she looks at herself. She is alone with her crown of noises. But she still has that pain. I hear noise from arranged hair. She makes him in a hurry, palms touch her face, probably, she looks at her. She doesn’t do that for a long time. Other noises came, which she blends. She is in hurry. She wore a dress that was prepared before and dresses her indifferent.