Flying without wings

By Sac-Nicte Cabello

Flying without wings is a journey to a part of my life that began the day I decided to travel to this beautiful country, the United States of America; and due to my immigration status, that day I began to fly without wings.

It is a reminder for us that everyone has a life mission and that the faster we accept that commitment, the less time we will lose in carrying out our projects in all aspects of life. Accepting ourselves as we are and at the same time giving us the opportunity to change using each life experience to improve and live fully and thus fly free with our wings given by God, wherever we are.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9781312654860

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Flying Without Wings

Sac-Nicte Cabello Hernández

INDEX

. A: A beautiful message to share.

. B and C: Preface.

. Chapter 1 My First Nest…………………………………………........1.

. Chapter 2 Surrendering My Wings………………………………………......10.

. Chapter 3 Preparing for Flight……………………………………………….14.

. Chapter  4 The Farewell………………………………………………............21.

. Chapter 5 Flying Solo….………………………………………………….....24.

. Chapter 6 The Other Side….………………………………………...32.

. Chapter 7 The Gift of Love….……………………………………....43.

. Chapter 8 An Unexpected Twist….………………………………………....53.

. Chapter 9 We Are Never Alone….………………………………………....6.5.

. Chapter 10 Learning to Speak….…………………………………….....70.

. Chapter 11  The Cage.…………………………………………………...........86.

. Chapter 12  Searching for Sustenance….……………………………………..93.

. Chapter 13 Finding My Flock…….………………………………………...109.

. Chapter 14  Epilogue….………………………………………………..........113.

. Chapter  15 A touch of NLP….………………………………………...........117.

. Thanks…………………………………122.

. Quote…………………………………..124.

A beautiful message to share

  Sacny!! Wow!!  Amazing job! I am so proud of you and excited! This is an amazing story, and you have told it so beautifully.

    You are an incredible writer, and I know this book will be the first of many more to come!

I really enjoyed reading every page, and every experience you shared. You have a beautiful message to share with the world, what a blessing that God has chosen you to tell it! 

You will help many people!  God bless you!

I hope and wish you so much success with the release of your book! You are an incredible person, with such a beautiful heart, I have so much respect for you and your story! Wishing you so much love!

    I hope my notes are helpful, please let me know if you have any questions about anything!

💗Ana

Ana Murphy is a great artist; she is an amazing muralist and some of her works are in Chicago, Illinois. She is beautiful inside and out, I met her in my NLP classes and now we are friends. Anna was one of the first people who read my book, still unedited, and this message that I am sharing with you is the one that she sent me after reading it.

                                I thank her for her love, time, and for her support.

                            Anna, I love you more! Thank you, beautiful heart!!!

💗Sacny

P r e f a c e

Gaviota, mi gaviotita! Seagull, my little seagull!

My mother called me this, among many other sweet nicknames, when I was young; when I had the opportunity to spend time with her. Even now, I still remember our times together, full of love and happiness. She started to call me Gaviota thanks to a Colombian soap opera, where the protagonist, named Gaviota, was a young woman who came from a low-income family. Despite that, she never stopped until she got everything she wanted. According to my mom, I was like Gaviota: smart, stubborn, determined, loving, brave, and hard-working enough to achieve even her biggest dreams.

I also remember that she didn’t like this stubborn part of me. She usually tried to calm me down, lovingly, but sometimes she would use "the chancla". Many mothers in Mexico used this - and I think they still use this, to this day - to correct their children. I know it's not the best way, but it's very common there.

She would say that I needed to be more docile, but that stubbornness kept me willful. Looking back, she was right; I have all those attributes that my mother saw in me. I thank God for giving me my strong temperament and loving character, and that I could develop and improve with the help of my beautiful family. That strength helped me survive difficult times throughout my life. This book is a tribute to my mother, the woman who raised me. It is also a tribute to my grandmother, my aunts, and my sister, my heroes.

Lastly, it is a tribute to all the brave women, flying around the world. These women sometimes have damaged wings and regardless of their own pain, continue to fly and help others to fly too.

I aspire to help other women and men fly also, by sharing my story.

I decided to call my work Flying Without Wings in reference to my mother’s nickname for me.

With this book, I want to share with you some parts of my life that triggered self-evolution. Not only physically, but also emotionally and intellectually. I want to show you that despite the storms, our wings are the only tools we need to get where we want. No matter how many times we shed feathers, they will always grow back stronger because they are a part of us. We will take flight over and over again, as many times as we need.

Always remember to just keep flying; no matter what, no matter how, and no matter who tells you that you can’t. Keep on moving. Make the effort, because if you do not do it, nobody else will do it for you.

If even one word from this book helps you change your life for the better, change your mindset, or even just makes you smile, it will be the most precious gift I could ever receive.

Flying Without Wings is only a small part of my flight on this amazing journey called life. It shows the beginning of my solo flight, and my experience building my own nest, far away from the comfort of my home and my family.

Today, I want to share it with you. Enjoy each experience, learn from them and change everything in your life that you want to change.

Spread your wings and fly to the moon or beyond; surely, we will meet there.

My First Nest

I was born into a dysfunctional family, some might say, although for me it was always normal. I never met my father, because my mother separated from him when I was born. Because of that, I grew up close to her and my older sister at my maternal grandparents' house.

Although we were not an ideal family with both parents, children, and a dog; as some images that advertising sold us at that time showed.  I had a real home, full of love and care. Being the youngest granddaughter of all grandchildren, I think my family gave me a little more attention. I had a happy childhood, surrounded by aunts, uncles, and many cousins. Not to mention all the dogs, cows, horses, hens, chickens, ducks, etc., each animal had a name and a place in our home.

I still remember some of them, the dogs: chicharrin 1 and 2, the wolf, the star, and the bear. The horses: The Chuzac, with his mother La Niña (the girl) and his father El cloro (the Clorox). The Claudio rooster, "la copetona '' (the elegant crested) hen, and the worm that was green and with hairs on top that looked like hard twigs was called Rodolfo. That way I could go on with the list, but I'd better stop here, otherwise, it wouldn't end. Although time has passed, even now inside my heart, the affection for each of them continues.

My family and I enjoyed watching programs on TV together, like El Chavo del 8. However, the best times were when the electricity went out; something that happened often in Mexico.

We took these opportune moments to light candles and to sit all my cousins and me around my mother, aunts, and uncles; to listen to the scary stories they told us. Those were incredible moments of laughter, scares, and lots of fun, where we made beautiful memories together.

As time went by, the men in my great family began to leave, one by one. My older uncles Chon y Beto had gotten married and moved to their own homes. Although they lived very close and visited us often, we felt their absence. My home was no longer the same.

My first nest contained many flowers, but also thorns. Some were small, while others felt large and sharp. When touched, they caused me a lot of pain. Like death, for example.

When I was 7 years old, Papa Balta, my dear grandfather, died.  He was the first man in my life; he was my first love. He was an incredible, loving, responsible man, a good father, an exemplary husband, a good friend, and a hard worker, of course handsome, and very gentlemanly.  I know that someday, I will find a man who can master the husband and father roles like him. I hope that by the time you are reading these lines, that man is already by my side.

When my grandfather left this world, my uncle Amador, who never married, had to take care of the family.

He was for me, like my second father. He taught me to love animals and to sing and he also taught me to box a little. He told me, Because if one day you had to defend yourself in a fight, you would do it as men do, with fists, not like some women who just yell at each other and pull their hair, according to their words. He was like that, a little rough but in truth, he was very tender and affectionate.

I remember that whenever he sang, several tears rolled down his cheeks. I once asked him why he was crying and he only told me: Tears are the holy water that God gave us to cleanse the soul of resentment, relieve the pain that some people carry inside, and heal the deepest wounds. And he concluded that we shouldn't spend too much on sadness, because they could run out and weaken the same person at some point. It is better to use them for joy since they do the same work but with more strength and fill everyone with vitality and energy.  That was my uncle, a sensitive man with a big heart.  At that time of which I speak to you, eight women and two men lived in the house, my uncle Amador and my uncle-in-law Nicho. Also, my two cousins Nichito and Rodri who are younger than me, although eventually my uncle Nicho, Carmen’s wife, and my two cousins also went to their own home, so seven women and my uncle Amador stayed at home.

Sadly, five years later my grandfather left, and my uncle Amador also died in a tragic accident. He was hit by a taxi driver who was driving drunk and hit him with his car. The blow was so strong that my uncle's body fell several meters into a stream and according to the doctors, it was an instant death. Thank God he didn't suffer much, according to the autopsy, it was instant death.  For the whole family, it was a very hard and painful and painful event.

In the face of that situation, my home became a matriarchy, where Doña Susana my grandmother, was the one who made all decisions and took action in everything related to the family. She was asked for advice because she was very wise and correct in her decisions.  After her, my mother was the oldest daughter, and then followed both my Aunt Vicky and Mama Came, my youngest aunt. In my opinion, she has been the strongest and most loving.

Things in my dear nest began to change. I watched as my mother and aunts adopted different roles from before since no man was at home to protect us. They began to change the lights, fix home repairs, feed the animals, and find food for themselves and us kids.

Living through these experiences is when I started to learn how to be strong, defend myself, and be brave enough to move forward. Being a girl, I did not know yet that I was learning to keep my femininity but at the same time I was discovering, and I was taking out from within me that masculine part, my duality, my complement. The other part that God gives to both men and women to prevail in difficult circumstances. Looking back, I see now like an adult, that I have been using them both throughout my life.

My mother, like many women, developed her duality too. This masculine part allows women to find strength when they are alone, without a partner’s support. They have to work twice as hard to support and feed their children and protect them from danger, while also coming home and taking care of them with their maternal, unconditional love, regardless of their physical and emotional exhaustion.

In the same way, many men who go through a similar situation who lack their partner's support, develop their feminine part, which makes them more loving and tender parents. Their ability to multitask gets better, so they help their children grow in a wholesome way.

When men and women accept and develop those other sides masculine and feminine parts that we all have within us by divine nature, without changing the essence of our being in any way, their lives just become easier and more harmonious. 

Thanks to my mother and aunts, we always heard laughter and singing at home. We were very close. Although sometimes we had our differences, the love and understanding at home healed everything. The truth is that sometimes my Mama Came, Aunt Carmen, would stop the fighting. She imposed her authority, regardless of her age compared to her siblings and mother. Because of this, she earned all our respect, including the respect of my uncles.

This is how I grew up inside this beautiful nest and surrounded by this bouquet of beautiful flowers that consisted of my mother, sister, grandmother, aunts, and cousins. My dear women, beautiful inside and out, who inspired me and gave me so much love. Beautiful flowers that impregnated me with their unique fragrance and distinctive touch. All of them, without realizing it, gave me great teachings. Those teachings have stayed inside me and that I infinitely thank God and them daily. Because at various times in my life, I have been able to use that knowledge in many ways, to overcome many life challenges in this wonderful journey and I have been able to continue spreading that knowledge, its fragrance, and now also my fragrance wherever I go.

To mention some of those teachings or fragrances, I can say that I have:

MY MOTHER

Thanks to my mother, I have joy and the don de gentle, the ability to sympathize with anyone. She always brought a smile or a laugh to those who were close to her. Her way of speaking and her creativity added a touch of happiness, even for just a moment. She could easily establish a connection with anyone, even strangers.

Many people admired her due to her ability to communicate her feelings from the bottom of her heart. I also learned from her to believe in God and to love Him, as she was a devout Catholic. In fact, she was a nun in her young adult life. She loved teaching people Christian doctrine because she wanted people to learn to love God as she did. She used to say that in order to love God, one must know Him. Many times, people do not know Him, therefore they cannot love Him. Every time she had the opportunity to speak in public, she would take advantage of the moment to tell others about the Gospel, and the love that God has for all of His children. My mother loved God until her death. She always trusted that Jesus would wait for her on the other side, to accompany her to the next journey. The day she left this world, I am completely sure that He was there to embrace her and say welcome. 

AUNT VICKY

My aunt Vicky’s spark and conviviality, thankfully, rubbed off on me as well. She had a way of putting on makeup and always looked so beautiful. Not only that, but she taught me how to dance and enjoy life, regardless of what others say. She told me, "No matter what, dance for yourself, not for others. Not everybody will like how you dance, but don’t let that stop you from dancing to the beat of your own drum." I think that I have done just that. Sometimes, I misstep along the way. However, I keep dancing until I find a new style of dance, with new steps, that always flows with the rhythm of my wings.

I would have liked to inherit both my mother’s and my Aunt Vicky’s singing abilities. Although I didn't inherit it, at least when I sing, I put a lot of feeling into it. The two of them sang beautifully. My mother sang the first soprano, and Aunt Vicky sang the second soprano. Sometimes, Mama Came would accompany them, singing in alto. When singing together, they sounded like an angel’s choir. I think that music and singing have played an important role in my family since all my uncles and aunts sang and sang very well. 

Now, they are not here with me physically, however, I am convinced that in heaven there are two more angels singing to God all the time.

NATY

From my sister Naty who is nine years older than me. I learned to let my imagination