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Word Power!!

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 15:25:00 +0000

"I'm Proud of You!!" I know I got your attention with those 4 simple yet powerful words. Take a moment and say that sentence, feel how it feels to say that. Now go find a mirror, and look yourself in the eyes and say it to you. Say it again this time with more sincerity - not just in passing. Don't add anything, no comments, no nothing else just say I'm Proud of You.

See how powerfully this simple sentence affects you when you read it, say it, see it being said?

OK when was the last time you said it to someone? When was the last time you said it to your children, How about your spouse? My wife said this simple sentence to me yesterday, and her words still echo in my memory.

If you’re not sure when the last time was . . . it’s been to long.

I'm in Santa Clara, it's a Friday 5:00am , I'm at Ernie Reyes school on El Camino, I've just finishing my testing for 5th Degree and am on the deck standing in front of the judges. I'm sweaty, breathing heavy, but composed. Tom Callos says to the 27 UBBT members watching me test "I am so proud of this guy, you don't even know . . . ". That was over 5 years ago and it's still etched in my brain.

Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I may not ever forget you. – William Arthur Ward

If you’re using this simple little sentence regularly you are creating ties that bind people together forever. The kind of bond other people don't understand or believe exist.
One of the greatest gifts you can give people is to show appreciation for something they have done. You are thereby giving them support, which often is all they need to keep them on the path they have chosen.

How often have you had someone come up and ask you for encouragement? Most of the time we have no way of knowing when someone needs a little push, a little encouragement, a small sign that they are on the right track.

People don't ask us they ask God . . . so be his Messager.

Appreciate everything your associates do for the business. Nothing else can quite substitute for a few well-chosen, well-timed, sincere words of praise. They're absolutely free and worth a fortune. – Sam Walton

We all appreciate a sign that what we are doing is good. Why not give it to others freely? All we have to do is think more about the other person than about ourselves.

Be careful. . . What I'm talking about is genuine appreciation – not that empty smile accompanied by empty words. Not the quick sentence said in hast with little focus or sincerity.

I'm talking about “Getting Their Attention”, look right at them, from the deepest part of you. . . I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!!, or how about DO YOU KNOW HOW PROUD I AM OF YOU?

Taking Action:
Who have you Praised today? Make it a point to start thinking about who you are going to give praise to today. Plan it out, practice it a little, making sure the timing is right so that you have maximum effect and positive results.

Making this part of your day will bring you rewards beyond your ability to understand.

Hey. . . . I AM SO VERY VERY PROUD OF YOU!!!!

God Bless - Stay Healthy and Strong

What Am I??

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Sun, 12 Jun 2011 03:37:00 +0000

It is not made of precious stone, or metal, just thread.

It is not beautiful and vibrant in color, rather it takes on all color,

and after a while reminds us of the soil

found in a prosperous gardens, rich in darkness.

It is not to be worshipped, but begs the owner practice humility. It is not

awarded because of time, favor or chance but bestowed after it is earned.

It is recognized by others who have one because they know the journey, and

yet it is respected by those who do not have one because of the journey’s reputation.

It is indicative of the challenge that eventually conquers fear, ego, and pride,

but not mankind; a journey that builds character and discipline, not monuments.

It is not exclusive but available to whoever wants to make the commitment

and see it through to the finish. It gets better with aging and becomes

threadbare because of continual practice.

It is an end that is a beginning, and brings to mind service, self respect,

and a celebration of the greatness mankind is capable of. If I lose it I will not

be lost, because it is an outward symbol of an inward quest.

The Cab Ride

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Thu, 09 Jun 2011 19:24:00 +0000

I walked to the door and knocked. 'Just a minute,' answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause the door opened. A small woman somewhere in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie.

By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets.

There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman.

She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing,' I told her. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated'.

'Oh, you're such a good boy,' she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'

'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly.

'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice.'

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued. 'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.

'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator.

We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.

Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.

As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now.'

We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico.

Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair.

'How much do I owe you?' she asked, reaching into her purse.

'Nothing,' I said.

'You have to make a living,' she answered.

'There are other passengers,' I responded.

Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.

'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.'

I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly, lost in thought. For the rest of that day I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?

On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.

We are conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments.

But great moments often catch us unaware - beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

People may not remember exactly what you did or what you said, but they will always remember how you made them feel.

Are You a Bit of a Cracked Pot

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Wed, 08 Jun 2011 18:19:00 +0000

An elderly Chinese woman had two large pots, each hung on the ends of a pole which she carried across her neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water.

At the end of the long walks from the stream to the house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily, with the woman bringing home only one and a half pots of water.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments.

But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own
imperfection, and miserable that it could only do half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what it perceived to be bitter failure, it spoke to the woman one day by the stream.

'I am ashamed of myself, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your house.'

The old woman smiled, 'Did you notice that there are flowers on your side of the path, but not on the other pot's side?'

'That's because I have always known about your flaw, so I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back, you water them.'

'For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate the table.

Without you being just the way you are, there would not be this beauty to grace the house.'

Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it's the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and rewarding.

You've just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them.

SO, if you happen to be a bit of a cracked pot, have a great day and remember to smell the flowers on your side of the path!

First a Little Story and than a Parable

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Tue, 07 Jun 2011 23:57:00 +0000

An old prospector shuffled into the town of El Indio, Texas leading an old tired mule. The man headed straight for the only saloon in town, to clear his parched throat.

He walked up to the saloon and tied his old mule to the hitch rail. As he stood there, brushing some of the dust from his face and clothes, a young gunslinger stepped out of the saloon with a gun in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other.

The young gunslinger looked at the old man and laughed, saying, "Hey old man, have you ever danced?" The old man looked up at the gunslinger and said, "No, I never did dance... never really wanted to.

A crowd had gathered as the gunslinger grinned and said, "Well, you old fool, you're gonna' dance now," and started shooting at the old man's feet. The old prospector, not wanting to get a toe blown off, started hopping around like a flea on a hot skillet.

Everybody was laughing, fit to be tied. When his last bullet had been fired, the young gunslinger, still laughing, holstered his gun and turned around to go back into the saloon.

The old man turned to his pack mule, pulled out a double-barreled shotgun, and cocked both hammers. The loud clicks carried clearly through the desert air.

The crowd stopped laughing immediately. The young gunslinger heard the sounds too, and he turned around very slowly. The silence was almost deafening. The crowd watched as the young gunman stared at the old timer and the large gaping holes of those twin barrels.

The barrels of the shotgun never wavered in the old man's hands, as he quietly said, "Son, have you ever kissed a mule's ass?"

The gunslinger swallowed hard and said, "No sir..... but... I've always wanted to."

There are a few lessons for us all here;

· Never be arrogant.

· Don't be wasteful.

· Alcohol makes fools of us all.

· Don't mess with a senior citizen . . .

We didn't get to be called senior by being STUPID.

Are you just stupid or what?

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Tue, 07 Jun 2011 03:12:00 +0000

Boy do I remember kids saying that to me, and one of my favorite was “You are dumber than a door knob”, and I still use “they don’t have the brains God gave a crowbar” How about “well at least you know they’re not wasting any money on aspirin – NO Brains NO Headaches”.

“Confusion is a word we invented for an order which is not understood” – Henry Miller

I think I have been giving confusion a bad rap. For years I have always though that being confused about something was a bad thing, and I must admit that it (confusion) has made me feel stupid at times, mostly because of what it does to my head.

Have you ever had an idea and around it many many little satellites of thoughts, pieces of other ideas and pictures, sometimes lots of pictures?

And, at times they will swirl around in your head with no particular order, a piece of information will come zooming into focus and than drift back and be fuzzy, and than another piece will zoom in and be very clear for a moment, and than drift out of focus.

Until you kind of like have an implosion of the brain where something inside you yells “ENOUGH ALREADY” can we not do this now, and you go onto other more simpler things that are much clearer and organized (like making peanut butter toast) until . . . something triggers that thought or idea in your head again and the whole process starts over.

Not being able to put them into a workable, functional order is what confusion is, and it is hard on our brains to think like that.

There are a lot of things I don’t understand, I don’t know how to do brain surgery, or build a bomb, because I don’t know anything about it. I’m not confused about these things I just don’t have enough information to understand how to do them. And than there are some things I know a little about – like how a car engine works, I can give you a basic explanation, but I would leave out many details – again because I don’t have all the knowledge not because I’m confused about the knowledge.

That means being confused - is an indication that you’re on your way to understanding.

If you are confused about an idea that must mean you have the data, probable lots of data, (otherwise why the confusion) it’s just not organized in an understandable way yet. So what you’re saying is “I know this stuff, but what I don’t understand is the order in which makes this stuff usable and functional”.

Another thought – doesn’t that put being wrong in a whole new light?

Oh, you can be wrong because you don’t understand, and don’t have the knowledge. But, there is also a wrong that’s part of a process that can only come about because you have some data, it’s just not in the right place or order?

So that being said “Being Wrong” based on confusion, is a good thing.

Something we should embrace, something to be proud of, because if we continue on with the “Being Wrong” process and apply the knowledge we learned from wrong we have eliminated one approach or path and can move onward to the next and the next – I believe this is exactly how Tom Edison invented the light bulb, isn’t it?

So we need to get our children to scream “YES, THANK GOD I’M AT LEAST WRONG”, instead of the hang dog look and the long face and the negative feelings we have taught them

Confusion + Wrong + Perseverance = Success

Now another thought – So does that mean when someone calls you “Stupid” what their really saying is “Confused” and if they in turn call you “Dumb” what their really saying is that you don’t have enough information to understand?

Kind of takes all the poop out of name calling doesn’t it, because instead of getting mad at them you would probable have to agree and say “yes, as a matter of fact I am stupid about a few things and definitely dumb about others – and, Thank You for noticing the difference”. – Most don’t!!

Stay Health and Strong

Love

The Fern and the Bamboo.....

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Sun, 05 Jun 2011 16:01:00 +0000

One day I decided to quit.... I wanted to quit because of the mistakes I kept make, the teasing from other kids, how hard school can be, the endless pressure from my parents, friends and life in general.

I wanted to quit my life. So I went to the woods to have one last talk with who ever made me.

"Creator", I said. "Can you give me one good reason not to quit?"

His answer surprised me . . .

"Look around", He said. "Do you see the fern and the bamboo?"

"Yes", I replied.

"When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, just like you, I took very good care of them. I gave them light. I gave them water. The fern quickly grew from the earth. Its brilliant green covered the floor. Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed . . . But the bamboo did not quit.

In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful. And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed . . . But the bamboo did not quit".

He said. "In the third year, the fern was a beauty for all to see, and still there was nothing from the bamboo seed . . . But the bamboo would not quit.

In the fourth year, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed . . .

He said. "Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth. Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant.

And then . . . just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall, and not just to be pretty, and green covering the forest floor, but strong enough to build with, the kind of plant that someone could depend on for a life time.

It had spent the five years growing roots, working through the difficulties of being small and young. Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive its life.

The bamboo knew it had to work through the challenges life would bring to it, before it could become what it was put on this earth to be.

He said. "The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern, yet, they both make the forest right and beautiful."

He said to me. "Did you know that all this time you have been struggling and persevering you have actually been growing deep, strong, mature roots?” “Never compare yourself or what your challenges are to others . . . The bamboo would not quit and either should you”

"Your time will come," He said. "You’ll rise high, you’ll be strong, and the kind of person others can rely upon for a life time"

"How high should I rise?" I asked.

"How high will the bamboo rise?" He asked in return.

"As high as it can?" I questioned.

"Yes." He said, "Give me glory by rising as high as you can."

I left the forest and brought back this story. I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you........

Never regret a day in your life.

Good days give you Happiness.

Bad days give you Experiences.

Both are essential to life.

Keep going...

Happiness keeps you Sweet,

Trials keep you Strong,

Sorrows keep you Human,

Failures keep you Humble,

Success keeps You Glowing,

But Only God keeps You Going!

Have a great day! The Son is shining!!

God is so big He can cover the whole world with his Love and so small He can curl up inside your heart.

Red Marbles

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Sat, 04 Jun 2011 21:01:00 +0000

I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily appraising a basket of freshly picked green peas.

I paid for my potatoes but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes.
Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me.

"Hello Barry, how are you today?"

"H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good."

"They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?"

"Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time."

"Good. Anything I can help you with?"

"No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas."

"Would you like to take some home?" asked Mr. Miller.

"No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with."

"Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?"

"All I got's my prize marble here."

"Is that right? Let me see it" said Miller.

"Here 'tis. She's a dandy."

"I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?" the store owner asked.

"Not zackley but almost.."

"Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble". Mr. Miller told the boy.

"Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller."

Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile she said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store."

I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles.

Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died.

They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could.

Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her and moved on to the casket.

Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes.

Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket.

"Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim "traded" them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt."

"We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho "

With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her
deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles.

The Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath..

IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT

TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED

Eleven Myths of De-Cluttering - By Gretchen Rubin

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Mon, 28 Dec 2009 20:22:00 +0000

One of my great realizations about happiness (and a point oddly underemphasized by positive psychologists) is that outer order contributes to inner calm. But as much as most of us want to keep our home, office, car, etc., in reasonable order, it’s tough. Here’s a list of some myths of de-cluttering that make it harder to get rid of stuff.
Myths of Cluttering:

1. "I need to get organized." No! Don't get organized is your first step.

2. "I need to be hyper-organized." I fully appreciate the pleasure of having a place for everything, and perhaps counter intuitively, I believe it’s easier to put things away in an exact place, rather than a general place (“the third shelf of the coat closet,” not “a closet.”) However, this impulse can become destructive: If you’re spending a lot of time alphabetizing your spices, organizing your shoes according to heel height, creating 80 categories for your home files, etc., consider whether you need to be quite so precisely organized. I find this particularly true with toys—I’ve spent hours sorting pretend food, Polly Pockets pieces, and tea sets, only to find everything a jumble the next day.

3. "I need some more inventive storage containers." See no. 1. If you get rid of everything you don’t need, you may not need any fancy containers.

4. "I need to find the perfect recipient for everything I’m getting rid of." It’s easier to get rid of things when you know that you’ll be giving them to someone who can use them, but don’t let this kind intention become a source of clutter itself. I have a friend who has multiple piles all over her house, each lovingly destined for a particular recipient. This is generous and thoughtful, but it contributes mightily to clutter. Try to find one or two good recipients, or if you really want to move your ex-stuff in multiple directions, create some kind of rigid system for moving it along quickly.

5. "I can’t get rid of anything that I might possibly need one day." How terrible would it be if you needed a glass jar and didn’t have one? Do you have gigantic stores of things like rubber bands or ketchup packets? How many coffee mugs does one family use?

6. "I might get that gizmo fixed." Face it. If you’ve had something for more than six months, and it’s still not repaired, it’s clutter.

7. "I might learn how to use that gizmo." Again, face it. If you’ve had a gizmo on the shelf for a year, and you’ve never used it to make gelato or label a sugar jar, it’s clutter.

8. "I might lose a ton of weight and then I’d fit into these clothes again." If you lose a bunch of weight, you’ll want to buy a new pair of jeans, not a pair you bought seven years ago.

9. "I need to keep this as a memento of a happy time." I’m a huge believer in mementos; remembering happy times in the past gives you a big happiness boost in the present. But ask yourself: Do I need to keep all these T-shirts to remind me of college, or can I keep a few? Do I need to keep an enormous desk to remind me of my grandfather, or can I use a photograph? Do I need 50 finger-painted pictures by my toddler, or is one enough to capture this time of life? Mementos work best when they’re carefully chosen—and when they don’t take up much room!

10. "I need to keep this, because the person who gave it to me might visit my house and be hurt when it’s not on display." Is that person really likely to visit? Is that person really likely to remember the gift? Will the person really be upset by the lack of viewing of the gift?

11. "If I have any available space, I should fill it up with something." No! One of my Secrets of Adulthood is Somewhere, keep an empty shelf. I know where my empty shelf is, and I treasure it.

Living and Leading by Example

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 15:20:00 +0000

As usual my Taekwondo family, wife Barbie and my children have been more than just generous with their time, efforts, and love this season; writing letter to our Troops, collecting jackets for the less fortunate, and presents for kids that can’t be home with their family for whatever reason. These deeds are more than just being generous, they show the ability to Leading by Example, and have and is rooted in the quote from Margaret Mead;

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can

change the world. Indeed, it is the only thing that ever has.

Here’s what they have been up to this holiday season:

Letters to the Troops;
Our student, parents, and friends from Facebook got involved with this project and we sent out over 60 letters to the troops in Iraq and Afghanistan. Our letters were added to packages and presents that Operation: With Love From Home was sending over seas the 1st week of December.

After having a mat chat about being grateful and appreciating the things we have and the people that make that possible our students got busy with their letter writing. From our little dragons to our adults with their pictures and words of gratitude, concern, and love for all our troops do for us.

Jacket Collection for Those in Need
I put up a flyer, had a Mat Chat, and Elaine brought in 2 coat stands, and within 1 week we had enough jackets and sweaters hanging on them to break one. Thank You to my students and parents – so far we’ve collected 64 Jackets and Sweaters and will be dropping them off at the shelter this week. Coat racks are empty again so lets get busy with our 2nd collection.

Giving Tree program
We hung gift ornaments on our school tree, each one representing a child in need at the Valley of the Moon Receiving Home our Students & Parents made sure that each child’s gift wishes were filled. Basket balls, MP3 players, Lego’s, Yugio cards & Portable CD players were just some of the great gifts orders our school was able to share. Also with the help from Charleen Price, Dr Michael Rosenthal & Dr Raj Anand we were able to also donate over 100 tooth brushes and 125 tubes of tooth paste.

Present for Los Guilucos Kids
Thank You’s and hugs for the hard work from our daughter Kim and the generous donation from Marietta Corporation, 130 gift packages of special soaps, shampoos, hand lotions, and cream rinses that would normal go to a fancy 5 star hotel got Christmas wrapped by Mrs H bows put on by Kadi & Danielle and dropped off for the kids that won’t be at home this holiday season at Los Guilucos Juvenile Center

Poem from "What the River Knows"

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Tue, 22 Dec 2009 16:18:00 +0000

"The best six doctors anywhere,
And no one can deny it,

Are sunshine, water, rest, and air,

Exercise and diet.

These six will gladly you attend,

If only you are willing.

Your mind they'll ease.

Your will they'll mend.

And charge you not a shilling."

Wayne Fields

When Good Role Models Turn Bad

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 19:13:00 +0000

Our 24/7 life style that has become the norm gives our children instant contact with everything; funny videos on YouTube, A-Rod lying about steroids, an innocent entertaining game on Nickelodeon, and Chris Brown attacking his girlfriend Rihanna, sharing pics on Facebook with friends and family, Michael Phelps smoking marijuana, texting back and forth with their best friend, and now Tiger Woods alleged affairs.

As a parent it has become near impossible to keep your child from viewing or reading today’s news, and having chat sessions with their piers about the details. We all know that what your child’s friends say will carry a tremendous amount of weight as to how he/she will view the world, and react to their favorite celebrities go or bad.

I believe this is all very solid evidence that allowing celebrates to have to much input into our children's lives will back-fire. As a parent or grand parent we should be auditing what our kids think at the same pace the media is supplying them with every sorted detail of the most resent indiscretions of any number of celebs.

It is some sort of insane parenting that thinks we can lie when we need to, drink excessively because of stress or under the disguise of “letting off a little steam, we're just enjoying our friends" or express no opinion, (or even worse a condoning one) when a politician, minister, ball player, actor, neighbor, or relative does something that is just WRONG. . . . . are we of the thinking our kids are deaf, dumb, and blind??

I just shake my head at the parent that will chat on the phone with their best friend about the current celeb phupa, laughing and joking about it while their child is sitting in the next room, or in the back seat of the SUV listening and forming their own accepting or condoning opinion based on their parent’s conversation. Ask that parent if they think their Johnny or Sally was listening and everytime they will say "NO". . . . perfect example of insane parenting in action.

The Teachable Moments;

You’re taking your kids to school driving along and the radio updates Tiger Woods affair with still yet another women coming forward. You’ve talked about this a few days ago with your kids, and told them how upset, ashamed of, and mad you are at Tiger for what he has done, the bad example he has set. You’ve said it was wrong and will be turning off any commercial he is in. Listen Carefully – that was then this is now, repeat your words every time the media repeats theirs do so until your kids yell "OK, OK we get it please stop talking about this, our ears are bleeding and throbbing. We understand he was wrong!!!!"

Why do people have bumper stickers that say “If you’re not outraged about the war in Afghanistan and Iraq than you must not be paying attention” but have no opinion or outrage about the lousy morals right here in their country that are polluting our kids. And, mind you this pollution isn’t happening every once in a while, it’s happening every time the media updates the news, and it’s posted to your child’s RSS feed on their computer or phone.

Daily . . . we need to be the living examples of what we want our children to become.

Your child should have YOU and their GRANDPARENTS as their heroes, as the people they look up to, as the kind of person they want to become. No matter what occupation they choice to pursue, or whom ever they decide to marry your values should guide them through life. When your kids need to make the right choice it should be a no-brainer for them because you guiding principals are firmly planted in their mind.

Be able to look your kids in the eye and say, "that’s wrong, don’t do it", and be able to back it up with your past action. Be able to say "I didn’t do that", and if you did do it in the past, be able to say "I learned how wrong it was and don’t do it anymore. I was wrong to think that way".

Live the kind of life . . . right now . . . that you would want your child to live when you’re gone.

Not sure what’s right or wrong, not sure of what is an OK principal or value to pass along to your kids?? Maybe you never got any guiding principals as a child growing up, everything you learned was by trial and error, and fortunately you turned out OK. Cool – now ask yourself “do you want your kids to go through that kind of Hell”

Not sure what your values are or what your guiding principals should be?
Here is a simple way to get started;
Write the eulogy you would want your children to be able to say at your funeral, without stretching the true, or leaving things out, no bullshit, no lies or embellishments, just the simple truth of who you were and what you stood for when you were alive. Make those words into your guiding principals, and use them every time you need to update your kids.

Stay Health and Strong

Can You Guess What This Is ???

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Wed, 09 Dec 2009 16:22:00 +0000

It is not made of precious stone, or metal, just thread.

It is not beautiful and vibrant in color, rather it takes
on all color, and after a while reminds us of the soil

found in a prosperous gardens, rich in darkness.

It is not to be worshipped, but begs the owner practice
humility. It is not awarded because of time, favor
or chance but bestowed after it is earned.

It is recognized by others who have one because they know the
journey, and yet it is respected by those who do not have
one because of the journey’s reputation.

It is indicative of the challenge that eventually conquers fear,
ego, and pride, but not mankind; a journey that builds
character and discipline, not monuments.

It is not exclusive but available to whoever wants to make
the commitment and see it through to the finish. It gets better
with aging and becomes threadbare because of continual practice.

It is an end that is a beginning, and brings to mind service,

self respect, and a celebration of the greatness mankind is
capable of. If I lose it I will not be lost, because it is
an outward symbol of an inward quest.

Catholic Cords, Cuddies and Bullying - Childhood Nightmare

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Fri, 04 Dec 2009 16:01:00 +0000

Be the change you want to see in the world. - Gandhi, Mahatma
I’m going on 58 years old and have a bullying experience that has stayed with me for a long long time, a childhood nightmare you might say.

Kind of hoping by writing it down it will stop having so much importance, and to remind parents, teachers, yard-duty help and anybody in a position to make a difference to stop ignoring verbal bullying, stop acting like it’s not your job to step-in, stop saying kids-will-be-kids, and have the damn courage to be the change you are expecting from others.

A little back ground info first, our family of 6 kids moved to Santa Clara from Arcadia (L.A. area) in 1957, there my 3 older brothers and I went to Catholic school, but when we moved to Santa Clara my parents switched to public school. And with 6 kids and my mom learned early to save every piece of clothing that didn’t have a 2 inch hole in it, my mom knew how to sow so small holes were no big deal – just darn-it up good as new.

With that being said here it is - I’m in the 6th grade Jefferson Junior High, I’ve been growing like a weed and hand-me-down clothing from my brothers was pretty much the norm for me. So when my mom reaches into the bottom drawer and pulls out a pair of 3 year old, belonged to my brother Bob, Catholic uniform, grey corduroy pants for me to wear I thought nothing of it. Actually I remember feeling pretty good about these pants fitting me for a change, and having no holes that have been mended. Remember now Levys were the only pants a boy worn back then.

So off to junior high I go, get to the gate a few minutes early and am waiting for the teacher to unlock it, going to hit the playground running for morning recess. Up walks a couple of kids and immediately I hear laughing, I look around to see what’s so funny and realize it’s me. Understand I still don’t get the joke, why are they laughing and pointing at me, and than I hear “catholic pant eew you have cuddies”. I try to defend myself, but like most kids that have been bully victims words don’t come quick, or sound cool, and my come-back is as dumb as the pants.

I gave some quick thoughts to running home, but the trouble I’d get into from my mom for that move would be unbearable, and besides she wouldn’t get it or let me change pants and I’d be late for school. So in my head I go to plan B – and say to myself “this is an isolated incident nobody else will even notice”. Oh God was I wrong, - that was the most miserable day. I actually had a group of kids that spent the day following me around taunting me with a continual choir of “catholic pants” and what ever name they choice at that moment. They would pick me up as I walked out of my classroom and start right in. They actually recruit other kids (rather successfully) to join them as I went out for morning recess, lunch, and 2nd recess.

When my school day ended I ran home changed into my cut-offs and hide the pants. The next day, I wore an older different pair of pants, which they immediately found something wrong with.

The damage had been done, and until they found something new to tease me about or someone else to tease that was how my day would go. I learned to hate school, and consider adults with distain because of the lack of care or concern on their part.

When it’s time adults need to step-up, step-in and say something - be the courage your expecting other people to have – it will make a difference.

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 21:42:00 +0000

Amazing Grace Techno - Computer Controlled Christmas Lights from Richard Holdman on Vimeo.

Kid in Church

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 15:41:00 +0000

3-year-old Reese :

'Our Father, Who does art in heaven,

Harold is His name.

Amen.'

__________________________

A little boy was overheard praying:

'Lord, if you can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it.

I'm having a real good time like I am.'

______________________________________________

After the christening of his baby brother in church,

Jason sobbed all the way home in the back seat of the car.

His father asked him three times what was wrong.

Finally, the boy replied,

'That preacher said he wanted us brought up in a Christian home,

and I wanted to stay with you guys.'

_____________________________________________

One particular four-year-old prayed,

'And forgive us our trash baskets

as we forgive those who put trash in our baskets.'

____________________________________________

A Sunday school teacher asked her children as they

were on the way to church service,

'And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?'

One bright little girl replied,

'Because people are sleeping.'

_____________________-_____________________

A mother was preparing pancakes for her sons, Kevin 5, and Ryan 3

The boys began to argue over who would get the first pancake.

Their mother saw the opportunity for a moral lesson.

'If Jesus were sitting here, He would say,

'Let my brother have the first pancake, I can wait.'

Kevin turned to his younger brother and said,

___________________________________________

A father was at the beach with his children

when the four-year-old son ran up to him,

grabbed his hand, and led him to the shore

where a seagull lay dead in the sand..

'Daddy, what happened to him?' the son asked.

'He died and went to Heaven,' the Dad replied.

The boy thought a moment and then said,

'Did God throw him back down?'

__________________________________________

A wife invited some people to dinner.

At the table, she turned to their six-year-old daughter and said,

'Would you like to say the blessing?'

'I wouldn't know what to say,' the girl replied.

'Just say what you hear Mommy say,' the wife answered.

The daughter bowed her head and said,

'Lord, why on earth did I invite all these people to dinner?'

Dealing with Depression

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 17:40:00 +0000

To be free of destructive stress don't sweat the small stuff and by realizing that . . . all stuff is small.
Author Unknown

December is Seasonal Depression Awareness month and with the shortest days of the year falling in December, this is the peak time for Seasonal Affective Disorder or SAD

My wife Barbie and I have come up with a good way of working through SAD, we know it’s coming, and we know we need to prepare for it, the cold weather and a change in daylight triggers a sort of thought process that we have come to understand well enough to not get to upset when it sets in. We realize like many animals that we share this earth with winter is completely different than spring, summer and even fall, and because of this it needs to be approached with a completely different focus.

When the weather changes we know we are also in for some changes both physically, and mentally and after many years of struggling have learned to compare those changes to what many animals do when they see and feel this seasonal change “Hibernate”.

Now please understand there are different types of hibernation, I’m not saying we are like the Big Brown Bats that fatten up and sleep from October until April, or like the Woodland Frog that finds shelter under leaves and dirt during the winter and freeze only to thaw out and wake up in the spring, or even like a ladybug that spends the winter in a state of sleep known as diapause.

No my friend this is what is called a True Hibernation and as much as I would love to fall asleep one month and wake up months later, I don’t see me being able to keep my kids and grandkids away that long, and I like food to much to miss that many meal. Think about it, that would mean eating enough at Thanksgiving to be able to sleep until Easter. . . don’t think so, not going to happen

No, our version of hibernation is more like the "Torpor" type, our body temperature goes down so we cover ourselves with layers of clothing our heart rate slows down because we are much less active (lots of time spent on the couch in the den watching reruns and napping) but unlike some hibernators we are able to wake up, move around some and the most important part we can eat a snack every so often, we have found keeping a black berry pie available on the counter an important part of our Winter Hibernation Ritual or WHR as we like to call it.

Most people think of the Bear any time you talk about hibernating, as the cold months set in bears go into their dens to wait out the ugly winter. Mostly sleeping during this time they will however wake up and move around, but (and this is a real important issue) they rely on the fat they stored earlier way back in the Fall, no no I think not, not my style at all. I personal like being compared with the Richardson Ground Squirrel instead of the Bear.

This little guy has the right idea of just how to spend the cold winter months, first thing I like is that as the weather changes he sends his children out to bring in the necessary food they will need. Instead of deep deep sleep he will wake up and walk around his den making sure his stuff is OK. And, the most important part of his winter ritual is that he makes sure to eat a little snack every so often, obviously to maintain a minimal amount of strength and energy. Now my friends that’s much more my style.

But the truth be told, it doesn’t matter what your style is during the WINTER month. I think the following is important to understand. Your NOT suppose to get as much done during this time of year, so stop worrying about it. Winter is different than the other three seasons, and there is a time of year when you are expected to slow down and go about your day with a different type of energy, it’s OK that you don’t get as much accomplished during the winter season.

So, with this information maybe you can look at winter from a different perspective than in the past, because stuff will always be there and our stuff is only as big as we make it.

Smile and Change Your Moment

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Tue, 01 Dec 2009 14:15:00 +0000

Are you having a tough time, things not going the way you’re expecting? Maybe you’re tired, and still have quite a bit still to do. Been a long, long seminar and you still have 3 or 4 hours to go, picking up your child from school and realize you have some bad attitude left over from work, pulled into the driveway and know you have to be focused for the evening of family do. I have the easiest of ways to help that problem, The Smile for You poem.

"If you see a friend without a smile - give him one of yours" Proverb

Carry this poem on a small business card, or better yet memorize this little poem and when you need a little change in attitude to accomplish a particular goal, a little bit more focus to get the job done this will make a difference. A person always does a better job, has a clearer head, more enthusiasm when they have a positive attitude. Want to have some fun with this, print it on the back of your business card, and pass it on each time you give one out, watch as people take a second to read it and then smile – it works.

But, mostly taking a moment to pass the smile back to yourself when you’re struggling this is the best way to make an immediate change in your attitude.

Sometimes your joy is the source of your smile, but sometimes your smile can be the source of your joy. ~ Thich Nhat Hanh

Smiling is infectious; you catch it like the flu,
When someone smiled at me today, I started smiling to.

I passed around the corner and someone saw my grin,

when he smiled I realized I’d passed it on to him.

I thought about that smile then I realized its worth,
a single smile, just like mine could travel around the earth.

So, if you feel a smile begin, don’t leave it undetected
let’s start an epidemic, quick, and get the world infected!

Happy Thanksgiving

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 17:14:00 +0000

"For flowers that bloom about our feet;
For tender grass, so fresh, so sweet;
For song of bird, and hum of bee;
For all things fair we hear or see,
Father in heaven, we thank Thee !"
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Making Thanksgiving Day Count

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 17:07:00 +0000

I love this day, I love everything about it, my wish would be to have every single member of my family around for a wonderful day finished off by sitting down together for a marvelous dinner. “Holy Crap” you say “that would be like some form of ritualistic torture in my family!!”

Our family is extensive with brothers, sisters, nieces, nephews, grand kids, great grand kids from all 5 of my siblings. We have a big family that has what seems to be the unusual ability to get along, we don’t agree on all things, and have different views on politics, religion, raising our children, money, and pretty much any topic but, we know how to get together and get along. We don’t have to spend Thanksgiving Day convincing anyone that our opinion is the winning one.

Is most of our conversation guarded, maybe to some extent - So What, you don't think we know what works and what doesn’t work, each of us knows what it would take to stir the pot, create controversy and start an argument on any number of topics. . . we just choose not to.

"In every conceivable manner, the family is link to our past, bridge to our future." Alex Haley

Many people would call this fake, or shallow, putting on airs. I call it respectful; have courtesy, being humble, I call it having gratitude. It is the reason Thanksgiving Day was start, it wasn’t to get together and get drunk, argue with that one family member you can’t stomach, or avoid getting together because “we don’t get along, all we do is argue.” What a bunch of self-center ego-driven, Crap.

Hello, wake up it’s not about you, it’s about giving thanks for ALL you have. And mostly it’s the perfect time for you and your generation to pass along the do’s and don’t of family to your younger members. What better day to teach gratitude, is there a better time to show cooperation, can you think of a more true definition of family?

I think this is an Art, Ya an Art Form and one that for some unconceivable reason may be quickly coming to a close. And I know the people most hurt by this Art Form dying away are our children, we are in the process of creating generations of kids that are becoming more self-centered with each passing year.

The saddest thing is that we have the best tool at our disposal to keep this from happening if we would only use it. . . FAMILY, and special days like Thanksgiving.

Put aside everything (especially your differences) for a day of Thanks, Love, and Gratitude be that special person that makes this day what it was intended for - Thanks for giving you the Family you have.

“To put the world right in order, we must first put the nation in order; to put the nation in order, we must first put the family in order; to put the family in order, we must first cultivate our personal life; we must first set our hearts right.” – Confucius

Quote from M Twain

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 15:17:00 +0000

In regards to our economy issues; It isn't the sum you get, it's how much you can buy with it, that's the important thing; and it's that that tells whether your wages are high in fact or only high in name.
- A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court

Letters to Our Soldiers this Holiday Season

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 16:29:00 +0000

A simple letter telling them they are appreciated can mean so much when they are stationed far away from home, friends and family, and put in dangerous places and situations. It helps them remember the people and the freedoms for which they fight. Be as supportive and positive as you can when writing to soldiers

We will need to receive your letters by December 5th

Drop them by our school 18909 Sonoma Hwy Sonoma, Ca.
or e-mail them to sabum9@sbcglobal.net and
we will make sure your letter gets sent along.

Not sure how to write a good letter go here for a simple guideline
Sonoma Valley Resource

Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored. --Aldous Huxley

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Tue, 24 Nov 2009 14:38:00 +0000

I get this morning e-mail from the wonderful people at Hazelden. Todays is such a great read I had to repost it here If you would like to recieve stuff from them go here; Hazelden.org

This is a hard concept for us addicts to get. We believed avoidance was a form of self-care. Our illness depended on our ability to deny its existence. Only when we were bleeding out of every pore of our body, were we willing to admit that maybe there was a slight problem. We were afraid of the facts. To face the facts meant dealing with betraying our illness. It meant admitting we were lost and in need of help from others.

Recovery, from Step One on, is about confronting our issues straight on. We take personal inventory a lot in order to break through our denial and bond with the truth. We face, directly when possible, the people we have hurt because the fact is we have hurt many and we have a responsibility to try to help heal these wounds. As we do these actions, we watch ourselves become stronger. Our confidence – not arrogance – grows. Do we always like facing the facts? No! But our lives aren't based only on feelings anymore. They are based on doing the next right thing.

Prayer for the Day
Higher Power, with Your help and guidance I can break through my wall of denial. Show me the things I need to face.

Today's Action
Sometime during the day, I will sit down and make a list of issues I am avoiding. I'll commit to talking with my sponsor about what is on the list.

Other peoples grass

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 23:24:00 +0000

when thinking today I came away with this . . . . . is the grass always greener on the other side because, well maybe they just water their grass better than I water mine?

Holy Crap, maybe all I really gotta do is stop staring over the fence at their grass with that stupid come-hither glazed-over, poor-pathetic me look on my face and put some serious effort into my own damn grass.

100 Books Every High School Student Should Read

noreply@blogger.com (Patrick) — Sun, 22 Nov 2009 15:18:00 +0000

Found this on Twitter, and think it's a great list:

When preparing for college, one of the smartest moves a high schooler can make is to read, read, read. This is especially true of literary classics. Many of the books covered on this list also surface in university literature classes, so high school students can facilitate their college workloads by knowing the classics before they become required reading. Students should also keep in mind that classics are classics for a reason: they are good books about the nature of the human condition. They reveal something magical about the workings of the world. They are invaluable to the person attempting to become an academic. The following books encompass nearly every genre: the lighthearted tales of Johnathan Swift’s Gulliver’s Travles to the dark fate of George Orwell’s 1984. Read one or read them all, but either way, enjoy and prepare to be enlightened.This List is from Accredited Online Colleges.Org

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