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Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Recurring Theme
I'm reading an absolutely phenomenal book, Malcolm Gladwell's latest,
David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits and the Art of Battling Giants.
It never ceases to be amaze me how Mr. Gladwell takes extraordinarily complex theories, and makes them easy enough for me to understand.
This man has a great gift, and I'm grateful to be a beneficiary of it.
I downloaded the book yesterday, and I'm more than halfway through it. And as much as I want to finish it, I am compelled to pause and write about forgiveness . . . again.
The first notion that comes to mind when forgiveness takes over my thought life is . . .
Where have I missed the mark?
Who do I need to forgive?
Family, friends, strangers?
If no other person comes to mind . . . do I need to forgive myself?
There is no one that is harder on me than I am on myself.
When I blow it, I used to beat myself up. Now, I'm still tough on me, but I temper my response with some hard-earned wisdom.
Things used to derail me.
Now. Not so much.
It's not that I care less, it's just that I'm understanding more and more that "this to shall pass."
I've learned to be kind to me.
I recognize the areas in my life that need help, and I work at making the necessary adjustments.
Now, I strive to treat myself, the way I strive to treat others, with patience and understanding.
I would never intentionally try to hurt someone, and yet it was OK for me to intentionally degrade and hurt myself.
Nope.
Not anymore.
So, what's the bottom line here?
Be quick to forgive others, no matter what.
And . . .
Be quick to forgive yourself, too, no matter what.
Because . . .
No matter how we may have blown it, if we're lucky, we can ask for forgiveness from others, and ourselves. Then, we can choose to take a mulligan, learn from our mistakes, and try again.
Thank God for the "do overs."
Good night to you.
Good day to me.
David and Goliath: Underdogs, Misfits and the Art of Battling Giants.
It never ceases to be amaze me how Mr. Gladwell takes extraordinarily complex theories, and makes them easy enough for me to understand.
This man has a great gift, and I'm grateful to be a beneficiary of it.
I downloaded the book yesterday, and I'm more than halfway through it. And as much as I want to finish it, I am compelled to pause and write about forgiveness . . . again.
The first notion that comes to mind when forgiveness takes over my thought life is . . .
Where have I missed the mark?
Who do I need to forgive?
Family, friends, strangers?
If no other person comes to mind . . . do I need to forgive myself?
There is no one that is harder on me than I am on myself.
When I blow it, I used to beat myself up. Now, I'm still tough on me, but I temper my response with some hard-earned wisdom.
Things used to derail me.
Now. Not so much.
It's not that I care less, it's just that I'm understanding more and more that "this to shall pass."
I've learned to be kind to me.
I recognize the areas in my life that need help, and I work at making the necessary adjustments.
Now, I strive to treat myself, the way I strive to treat others, with patience and understanding.
I would never intentionally try to hurt someone, and yet it was OK for me to intentionally degrade and hurt myself.
Nope.
Not anymore.
So, what's the bottom line here?
Be quick to forgive others, no matter what.
And . . .
Be quick to forgive yourself, too, no matter what.
Because . . .
No matter how we may have blown it, if we're lucky, we can ask for forgiveness from others, and ourselves. Then, we can choose to take a mulligan, learn from our mistakes, and try again.
Thank God for the "do overs."
Good night to you.
Good day to me.
Monday, September 30, 2013
The Importance of Talking to Kids
One of the things I'll always remember from my time as principal of a socio-economically depressed school, was how many of the kindergarteners arrived lacking language. Our ESL (English as a Second Language) students were much more fluent, and had more language and language skills, than our EO (English Only) students.
It was as if the EO's were hearing language for the first time when they arrived at school.
How could that be, you ask?
Well, how is language acquired?
In these formative years, mostly though conversation.
So, it stands to reason, our EO's were engaged in conversation at a much lower rate than other kids.
Even if they had been raised in front of the TV, if they watched Sesame Street every now and then, they would have acquired some language.
And yet, they were beginning this academic marathon, already miles behind.
It was a common site around campus to see many of the moms walking their kids to school, which was great, but instead of chatting with their children, they were engrossed in cell phone conversations. So, they were talking, just not to their kids.
Of course, I'm painting with a broad brush, which I should not do, but this description could accurately describe over 90% of the EO kids.
Why is this gap so wide when we look at affluent students versus poor students?
I suppose part of the issue is, many poor parents are busy about the business of providing for their families, and thus are away from home a lot more, and are maybe too tired to engage their kids when they get home.
But that description did not hold true for the parents at this school. Most of them did not work because having a job would have interfered with their welfare stipend. (That, I might add, is a serious flaw in the system. Every able-bodied person should be required to work for any government support.).
So these folks had the time to invest in their kids, but for the most part, chose not to. Or maybe they just didn't understand the help they would be providing their kids simply by engaging them in conversation.
Anyway, reading this article linked below, took me back to that school and that neighborhood, where my desire to make a difference was far greater than any tangible success.
It takes more than hard work to make a positive impact on academic achievement because if it was just hard work, many of our failing schools would be successful.
No, it takes more. Much, much more.
I think it takes a shift in mindset. The kids have to come to school appreciating and valuing education, and that is learned at home. Whether parents can help their kids with schoolwork or not, is irrelevant. What matters most are the parents teaching their kids the importance of education. Until that happens, we'll only see random, isolated success stories in schools serving the poor.
In education, we talk a lot about collaboration, but the most important collaboration is between home and school, with everyone working on the same page, focused on the same goal.
Some would say I'm blaming the parents for the failure of schools. I disagree. I'm simply saying parents can no longer passively stand by while educators pull out every trick in the book to teach their kids. All of us, the school, the parents, and the kids, have to have a vested interest in a positive academic outcome. When this happens, the tide will turn and the chances of finding successful schools serving poor students will be the norm, rather than the exception.
Until then, we'll keep plowing along, hoping for the best.
http://www.slate.com/articles/health_and_science/science/2013/09/children_s_language_development_talk_and_listen_to_them_from_birth.single.html
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Great TED Talk
The presenter is Freeman Hrabowski and he is the president of University of Maryland, Baltimore County. He explains his university's outreach to increase minority students in the areas of math and science. What they discovered is that their four-point focus helps not just minority students, but all students, and the results prove it. They have one of the highest graduation rates in the US of students with degrees in math and science.
It is easy to get discouraged by the progress, or lack thereof, in education today. This message was a shot in the arm, a boost to continue to find ways to help all kids succeed.
It's worth watching.
http://www.cnn.com/2013/05/15/opinion/hrabowski-minority-scientists/index.html?hpt=op_bn2
It is easy to get discouraged by the progress, or lack thereof, in education today. This message was a shot in the arm, a boost to continue to find ways to help all kids succeed.
It's worth watching.
http://www.cnn.com/2013/05/15/opinion/hrabowski-minority-scientists/index.html?hpt=op_bn2
Obamacare Simplied
I got it.
Here's hoping this clip will help you, too, understand Obamacare, and the differences you can expect when it rolls out.
https://www.upworthy.com/the-simplest-explanation-of-obamacare-ever
Really, what has all the fuss been about?
Here's hoping this clip will help you, too, understand Obamacare, and the differences you can expect when it rolls out.
https://www.upworthy.com/the-simplest-explanation-of-obamacare-ever
Really, what has all the fuss been about?
Friday, September 27, 2013
Dubai
This quick video (less than two minutes) highlights the extremes in Dubai.
Check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRHCTKOGDnA&list=UUKWNmkPKEKcKWyMskssytGg
Check it out.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MRHCTKOGDnA&list=UUKWNmkPKEKcKWyMskssytGg
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Overcoming Obstacles
This article is a reminder that these esteemed folks dealt with some serious obstacles before they achieved success.
How many powerful folks of the next generation are waiting to debut their talents?
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/09/25/successful-people-obstacles_n_3964459.html
How many powerful folks of the next generation are waiting to debut their talents?
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/09/25/successful-people-obstacles_n_3964459.html
Battered Men
Several days ago, I posted a link about battered women and the ripple effects of this on the greater society. But my family knows first hand, that abuse against men is just as real.
This article is an example.
http://thegrio.com/2013/09/24/when-men-are-battered/
This article is an example.
http://thegrio.com/2013/09/24/when-men-are-battered/
The Land of Geniuses
The MacArthur "Genius" Grants were announced today. It is an incredible group of folks from a wide range of disciplines.
Check out the links below.
The first one gives information about the grants. The second list the honorees. Please note the ladies. Many are rocking the hard sciences.
http://www.macfound.org/fellows-faq/
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/09/25/macarthur-fellows-2013_n_3977420.html
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
The Afro Comb Exhibit
I stumbled upon this article today about an exhibit featuring afro combs at Cambridge University.
Fascinating history!
Check it out below.
http://thegrio.com/2013/09/23/cambridge-university-hosts-major-exhibition-devoted-to-afro-combs/#s:black-fist-comb
Fascinating history!
Check it out below.
http://thegrio.com/2013/09/23/cambridge-university-hosts-major-exhibition-devoted-to-afro-combs/#s:black-fist-comb
Monday, September 23, 2013
Nudged into Change
I think it's safe to say, most of us like our routines, doing the same things, the same way, every day. But, we also recognize that change is inevitable. Even when it's planned and we know it's coming, change can bring with it plenty of anxiety.
Recently, say the last five years or so, I've come to appreciate change so much more.
Sometimes, in order to move from where we are to something better, we go through difficult times. Of course, we can't see over the horizon, when things get better. All we see is what we face every day. Sometimes this stuff is our fault, and sometimes it's other folks causing the disruption.
The typical reaction is to push back to maintain the status quo at all cost.
However, I've come to the place where I'm understanding - sometimes when crazy stuff happens - it's happening to move us from one place to another. Chances are, we wouldn't have made that move without a nudge, or a flat out push.
But then, we find ourselves faced with a new reality. A new job. A new home. A new city. New friends. New everything.
No matter how we got there, now we have to figure out what we're going to do - make the most of it, or cry and complain.
I've tried both ways, and I can testify, making the most of it is so much better. Trust me on that one.
So, sometimes when aggravating people invade our world, especially when they're aggravating bosses, we have to make a decision. Do we live with the craziness that makes for a intolerable work environment, or do we step out, in faith, exploring other options, and hope for the best?
These decisions can be tough for single folks, but I think they're especially tough for people with families. The decisions that are made will affect everyone in the household.
It was discontentment and poor treatment that caused me to explore other options for employment. If I'd been happy, chances are, I'd still be in Sacramento.
But when the crazy stuff started to happen, that gave me permission, if you will, to seek a job/happiness, elsewhere.
That, of course, led to this, and this has been great.
Has it been perfect? Far from it, but it has allowed me to explore the world in ways I never imagined.
Change is tough, but living in misery is a lot tougher.
I honestly believe there is something each of us was born to do.
Find that, and you find happiness, peace, and contentment.
Will it be perfect?
No.
But when you wake up excited to start the day, you'll know you're moving in the right direction.
OK.
That's it.
This concludes my sermon for today.
And the choir said, "Thank God."
I heard that!!!
Recently, say the last five years or so, I've come to appreciate change so much more.
Sometimes, in order to move from where we are to something better, we go through difficult times. Of course, we can't see over the horizon, when things get better. All we see is what we face every day. Sometimes this stuff is our fault, and sometimes it's other folks causing the disruption.
The typical reaction is to push back to maintain the status quo at all cost.
However, I've come to the place where I'm understanding - sometimes when crazy stuff happens - it's happening to move us from one place to another. Chances are, we wouldn't have made that move without a nudge, or a flat out push.
But then, we find ourselves faced with a new reality. A new job. A new home. A new city. New friends. New everything.
No matter how we got there, now we have to figure out what we're going to do - make the most of it, or cry and complain.
I've tried both ways, and I can testify, making the most of it is so much better. Trust me on that one.
So, sometimes when aggravating people invade our world, especially when they're aggravating bosses, we have to make a decision. Do we live with the craziness that makes for a intolerable work environment, or do we step out, in faith, exploring other options, and hope for the best?
These decisions can be tough for single folks, but I think they're especially tough for people with families. The decisions that are made will affect everyone in the household.
It was discontentment and poor treatment that caused me to explore other options for employment. If I'd been happy, chances are, I'd still be in Sacramento.
But when the crazy stuff started to happen, that gave me permission, if you will, to seek a job/happiness, elsewhere.
That, of course, led to this, and this has been great.
Has it been perfect? Far from it, but it has allowed me to explore the world in ways I never imagined.
Change is tough, but living in misery is a lot tougher.
I honestly believe there is something each of us was born to do.
Find that, and you find happiness, peace, and contentment.
Will it be perfect?
No.
But when you wake up excited to start the day, you'll know you're moving in the right direction.
OK.
That's it.
This concludes my sermon for today.
And the choir said, "Thank God."
I heard that!!!
Saturday, September 21, 2013
That's a Keeper!
A five year old gets an absence excuse from President Obama. That's one she needs to keep. She's too cute! Check them out below.
https://socialreader.com/me/content/Bsolk?chid=2476&_p=trending&utm_source=wp&utm_medium=Widgets&utm_campaign=wpsrTrendingExternal-1-opt
https://socialreader.com/me/content/Bsolk?chid=2476&_p=trending&utm_source=wp&utm_medium=Widgets&utm_campaign=wpsrTrendingExternal-1-opt
Friday, September 20, 2013
Fifty Cent Bets
I am blessed with terrific people in my life. Every place I've lived or visited, I've been touched by amazing people.
Today I want to tell you about one of them.
We met more than ten years ago, when I landed my first principalship. She was the office manager at the school.
Now, the most important person on any school campus is the office manager. She keeps things running smoothly through all of the normal school days, but especially during the wild and crazy ones. She is the anchor of the building.
This lady was that and so much more.
She could teach a class on organization. Her system was impeccable. She had a folder or binder for everything, and could find things at the drop of a hat. I know seeing my piles caused her heart to palpitate a little faster, but she was patient and kind, as she rolled her eyes at my messy areas.
She was a wiz with the school finances. Schools have several funding sources with each having specific guidelines on how the money is spent. She was a walking encyclopedia of budgeting knowledge.
She was an excellent ambassador for the school, the community, and me. She was the first person someone saw when they entered our building, and they were always greeted with a warm, genuine smile. You see, whoever is out front, the first person that folks see when they enter your world, is a reflection on you. If they're friendly and helpful, it reflects on you. If they're snotty and rude, that reflects on you, too.
She had this incredible sense that allowed her to know what I needed before I knew I needed it. She anticipated my needs, and had things prepared for it, before I even knew what to ask for. This was an absolutely amazing gift.
She was my sounding board. She provided a level-headed, objective point of view. I trusted her judgement and knew she would tell me the truth, whether I wanted to hear it or not. Everyone needs someone like this in their world.
And . . .
She was the absolute best when it came to the 50 cent bets. We would bet about silly things, like whether the next person walking through the door would have on glasses or not. Really silly stuff, but it was so much fun. Actually, the bets started off as five dollar bets, but after loosing the first ten dollars to her, it was changed to fifty cents. We both kept a supply of quarters on our desks because the bets had to be settled immediately. No IOU's allowed. I know it all sounds silly, but that little game helped to keep the office a fun place to be in the hotbed of stress that was an ever present thing.
I've had office managers before and after this lady, and I loved them all . . . but she was one of a kind.
Please join me in raising a glass to my dear friend Deb.
Today I want to tell you about one of them.
We met more than ten years ago, when I landed my first principalship. She was the office manager at the school.
Now, the most important person on any school campus is the office manager. She keeps things running smoothly through all of the normal school days, but especially during the wild and crazy ones. She is the anchor of the building.
This lady was that and so much more.
She could teach a class on organization. Her system was impeccable. She had a folder or binder for everything, and could find things at the drop of a hat. I know seeing my piles caused her heart to palpitate a little faster, but she was patient and kind, as she rolled her eyes at my messy areas.
She was a wiz with the school finances. Schools have several funding sources with each having specific guidelines on how the money is spent. She was a walking encyclopedia of budgeting knowledge.
She was an excellent ambassador for the school, the community, and me. She was the first person someone saw when they entered our building, and they were always greeted with a warm, genuine smile. You see, whoever is out front, the first person that folks see when they enter your world, is a reflection on you. If they're friendly and helpful, it reflects on you. If they're snotty and rude, that reflects on you, too.
She had this incredible sense that allowed her to know what I needed before I knew I needed it. She anticipated my needs, and had things prepared for it, before I even knew what to ask for. This was an absolutely amazing gift.
She was my sounding board. She provided a level-headed, objective point of view. I trusted her judgement and knew she would tell me the truth, whether I wanted to hear it or not. Everyone needs someone like this in their world.
And . . .
She was the absolute best when it came to the 50 cent bets. We would bet about silly things, like whether the next person walking through the door would have on glasses or not. Really silly stuff, but it was so much fun. Actually, the bets started off as five dollar bets, but after loosing the first ten dollars to her, it was changed to fifty cents. We both kept a supply of quarters on our desks because the bets had to be settled immediately. No IOU's allowed. I know it all sounds silly, but that little game helped to keep the office a fun place to be in the hotbed of stress that was an ever present thing.
I've had office managers before and after this lady, and I loved them all . . . but she was one of a kind.
Please join me in raising a glass to my dear friend Deb.
Thursday, September 19, 2013
Jerusalem
Whatever your stand is on Israel, from a religious or political standpoint, the video clip linked below shows stunning aerial shots of the city of Jerusalem.
http://vimeo.com/15034110
I was hoping to get to Israel when I was in Jordan, but as I've mentioned before, the UAE doesn't recognize Israel as a country. Getting my passport stamped there would have prevented my re-entry to the UAE. I'm told you get around this by having a piece of paper for the stamp, that can be discarded, so there is no evidence of the visit. In spite of this, Israel remains on my bucket list.
Enjoy.
http://vimeo.com/15034110
I was hoping to get to Israel when I was in Jordan, but as I've mentioned before, the UAE doesn't recognize Israel as a country. Getting my passport stamped there would have prevented my re-entry to the UAE. I'm told you get around this by having a piece of paper for the stamp, that can be discarded, so there is no evidence of the visit. In spite of this, Israel remains on my bucket list.
Enjoy.
Monday, September 16, 2013
Atheist vs. Christian
An intriguing debate.
https://www.upworthy.com/a-debate-between-an-atheist-and-a-christian-has-quite-a-surprising-result?c=upw1
https://www.upworthy.com/a-debate-between-an-atheist-and-a-christian-has-quite-a-surprising-result?c=upw1
Fascinating Study on Addicts
This study shows that when given a choice, crack and meth addicts, can show restraint for their drug of choice.
Very, very interesting.
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/09/17/science/the-rational-choices-of-crack-addicts.html?hp
Side note - The author is the guy pictured. He's 46! Seriously, he is a great example of the cliche that "black don't crack." Brother man looks great for his age.
Very, very interesting.
http://www.nytimes.com/2013/09/17/science/the-rational-choices-of-crack-addicts.html?hp
Side note - The author is the guy pictured. He's 46! Seriously, he is a great example of the cliche that "black don't crack." Brother man looks great for his age.
The Ripple Effect of Battered Women
This is the story of a young boy who watched in horror as his Mom was beaten, again and again. And this is the story of the lengths that someone will go to, to make to the terrorizing beatings stop.
http://www.salon.com/2013/09/14/i_had_it_in_me_to_kill_him/?source=newsletter
Of course this brings up many other questions, like . . .
When do the beatings start?
Why would anyone stick around after that first one?
Why do some women feel like any man, no matter how bad they are treated, is better than no man?
How many times does someone have to be mistreated to decide that enough is enough?
Is it the shame that victims feel that keeps them quiet?
Or, is it the threat of even more violence if these horrors are revealed that makes them mum?
Some how, some way, we must expose this behavior by uncovering it and hope that the victims have the courage to step away and stay away.
And . . . without a doubt, the aggressors must be punished.
My recommendation?
A public flogging, to shame them and beat the sh*t out of them.
Please pardon my French.
http://www.salon.com/2013/09/14/i_had_it_in_me_to_kill_him/?source=newsletter
Of course this brings up many other questions, like . . .
When do the beatings start?
Why would anyone stick around after that first one?
Why do some women feel like any man, no matter how bad they are treated, is better than no man?
How many times does someone have to be mistreated to decide that enough is enough?
Is it the shame that victims feel that keeps them quiet?
Or, is it the threat of even more violence if these horrors are revealed that makes them mum?
Some how, some way, we must expose this behavior by uncovering it and hope that the victims have the courage to step away and stay away.
And . . . without a doubt, the aggressors must be punished.
My recommendation?
A public flogging, to shame them and beat the sh*t out of them.
Please pardon my French.
The Power of Kindness
This commercial from Thailand has a universal message that needs to be shared far and wide. Please pass it on.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/09/13/tear-jerker-truemove-thai-commercial_n_3922857.html
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/09/13/tear-jerker-truemove-thai-commercial_n_3922857.html
Weird Customs
Weird to us, normal for them.
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/09/14/weird-cultural-differences_n_3875360.html?ref=topbar
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/09/14/weird-cultural-differences_n_3875360.html?ref=topbar
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