Hope Wissel

Happy Saturday…

Good Morning Everyone!  Here is to the start of a great weekend..  

It has been 84 days of blogging – sharing all of the random tidbits of information that have been stored away in my brain for all of these years.  Sometimes I don’t even know what I know.  Crazy, right?  Today’s post is going to let you get to know me a little bit better.  I know I may loose some readers here but it is a chance I am willing to take since I don’t do it often.  I figure every few weeks, I would share some personal stuff to let you in on life as Hope.

After graduating from Ocean Township High School, I headed off to Roger Williams College (which is now a University) in Bristol, Rhode Island.  A small school on the coast of Rhode Island about 20 minutes from Newport.  I started out in Education but quickly changed my major to Administration of Justice.  I actually excelled in these classes, unlike my first semester of freshman year when I almost flunked out.  This Jersey Girl never let the sand leave my shoes even when I wasn’t in NJ, I was always close to a beach.  After graduation, I stayed in Rhode Island to work for the Governor’s Justice Commission.  A fancy title for a Program person that wrote evaluations and recommendations on services that were available in the Juvenile Justice system for at risk youth in Rhode Island.  My first “funded” position through a grant and I had no clue what it all meant.  I truly thought that I could make a difference.  About 6-months into the job,  my Aunt Elsie sent me a job posting for Neptune Township for the Police Department.  I applied and actually got the job!  WOW!  I was headed back home.

Don’t get nervous folks, I wasn’t a police officer – I was a Crime Prevention Specialist.   Fancy title, huh?  Basically, I along with Howard O’Neill who was a cop, were to do crime prevention seminars, rape prevention classes, home safety checks, etc in the community.  You remember McGruff the Crime Dog?  We were partners with him.  It was a job back home and I enjoyed being home, close to family and back at my roots on the Jersey Shore.  For those that have heard me tell the story of why I answer to the name “Heather” this is why.  It was at this job that the Police Commissioner for the ENTIRE time I worked there called me Heather.  I guess that she either didn’t like my name or really wanted Heather for the job.  

The casinos opened in Atlantic City and I went to AC for the first time to see the casinos.  There was lots of excitement and the listings for available jobs was long.  At this point, the only casino was Resorts but there were many building and looking for employees. I came back to Neptune and put my resume together.  Never thinking that I had shot.  You guessed it, I got called for an interview by the Director of Security, Gordon Jenkins, for the Claridge Casino Hotel.  The interview was at a little coffee shop in AC at one of the converted motels that was being used for offices.  Gordon was from Las Vegas and was brought in to set things up.  A sweet man who was looking for a secretary that could transition into an Administrator as they go closer to opening.  He always had a smile on his face and loved to have breakfast meetings.  In fact, this is where I developed the habit of putting strawberry jam on cheese omelets.  Don’t knock it till you tried it!  He offered me the job and I jumped on it.  More money.  The excitement of AC.  This was when commuting became a part of my life.  I traveled 5 days a week from Ocean Grove to AC for many months….This was the first part of what I often call “my previous” life.

Just like my direct sales business, I have been on the roller coaster of life.  All of my experiences have shaped me into who I am.  I hope that you enjoyed a glimpse into my “previous” life.  For those that are wondering, how did she get from there to here?  I will share more as time goes on and the urge hits.

Treasure your memories, learn from your past and your mistakes, then use the things your have learned to grow in your personal development which will help you in your business.

Have a ThirtyOne-derful day!


Hope Wissel

Father’s Day

Father’s Day is a celebration honoring fathers and celebrating fatherhood, paternal bonds, and the influence of fathers in society.  Today’s blog is in honor of the two men who had the greatest influence on my life – my Pop-pop and my Dad.


My Pop-Pop, my mom’s dad, was a typesetter with the Asbury Park Press.  He worked long hours but always had time for his family.  My first memories of him were actually shared by other family members.  See Pop-Pop was the one who taught me to walk with a round hassock and a chocolate chip cookie.  I traveled ALOT with my grandparents when I was younger – seeing the country.  I always managed to come home from a trip with lots of souvenirs and MORE money then I went with.  I always got to keep the change.  The greatest memories were those of when my grandparents drove me to college after every trip home for a visit.  We would pack up the camper loaded with lots of snacks, baked goods (Mom-mom’s applesauce cake for all of my friends) and my stuff then head to Rhode Island.  Typically, I would “study” on the back couch but the next thing I knew I would be awakened by Pop-pop telling the gas station attendant that he was taking his granddaughter to college.  They made friends with the guard at the college who let them park in the lot right on campus.  Pop-pop made friends with EVERYONE.  He would give you the shirt off his back if you needed it.  His last days were spent surrounded by family at home – as lung cancer took his life.  You are missed but I know that you are one of my many Weston angels.

Life with my dad had its ups and downs.  Growing up were mostly filled with ups – lots of memories of family vacations and holidays.  My junior year, he and my mom, cooked breakfast for the ENTIRE Junior Class of Ocean Twp HS after the junior prom.  There were some hard years mixed in there too as dad battled with alcoholism and all of the demons that came along with it.  My parents divorced, I shut down – angry and hurt – I stopped talking and seeing my dad.  My Pop-Pop told me, on his death bed, it is time to forgive your father.  It took many years after that before I could start to heal and forgive.  When I went to rehab for my drug addiction, my dad came to visit.  This was the first time that we had spoken in YEARS!  I am still not sure how exactly he heard about where I was, but he traveled to Pennsylvania to talk with me.  That is when the healing began.  Mind you the memories are always there and do come to haunt me at times but I have forgiven him so that we can have a relationship.  I love you Dad!

Unfortunately, Belinda, my daughter, was not blessed with a biological dad who was a part of her life.  As I mended my relationship with my dad, Belinda got to also know her grandfather.  Her ideas of what a dad should be came from her best friend’s dad, Bill Loder.  I am grateful that he became her “adopted” dad.  During her teen years, my daughter acquired her step-dad,  Rob.  He will always be there for her and as far as he is concerned, she is the daughter that he never had.


Take a moment today and thank the “fathers” in your life who have made a difference.  Some may be your biological dads, your adopted dads, some may be the dad’s of your friends, some may be another male figure who helped to shape your life – whoever it is,  THANK them for all of the blessings that they have given you – even during the trials for it is all of those things that make you the person you are today.

Have a ThirtyOne-derful day.