Monthly Archives: March 2015

A New Attitude

Author’s Note: About four years ago, I had a Facebook connection who wanted to collect essays about the lessons parents of special needs kids had learned through parenting their kids. I agreed to participate. However, I’ve not heard anything more about the status of this piece. To date, I have not signed any releases relinquishing copyrights, nor have I seen any copies of the published collection. I am making the assumption that therefore nothing has happened with the essay. However, just in case, I am going to include some of my comments in response to what I had written oh so long ago it seems; this should make it a different enough piece I hope.

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A long time ago, if anyone had told me that I would not be focused on my career (let me qualify: I do care about my career, but I am not the 80s image of the career woman) and that I would pour myself into three kids with “special needs,” (my youngest has Aspergers, and my twins have a host of neurological impairments resulting in multiple learning disabilities), I would have laughed. (Special needs is a broad category that encompasses the obvious disabilities like Downs syndrome and cerebral palsy as well as your more hidden issues like autism spectrum and ADHD and intellectual development disorders.)

Time and circumstances change you. The first roller coaster was preemie twins. I learned to trust God more and more. This was the first act of forgiveness. My original ob-gyn refused an early ultra-sound, so we didn’t know I was carrying twins or that they had twin-to-twin transfusion or that they would spend the first two months in a NICU. I had to forgive him, not because I wanted to, but because I didn’t want the anger to cloud my judgment where my twins were concerned.

Over time for the twins, there were all the specialists who kept telling me the twins would catch up eventually. Therapies were added and subtracted on a yearly basis, all with the comments that they were progressing. They did hit a brick wall intellectually, emotionally, and physically. When the psychologist who saw them at 12 asked me what I was expecting and why I seemed disheartened by the results, I wanted to scream.

“You and your kind lied to me. You all lied to me. You gave me false hope. You kept telling me they were progressing. The only thing that is crueler than not knowing is false hope. I like to look things in the face, know them for what they are, and deal with what is. You stole that from me.”

Instead, I took a deep breath. I forgave them all—the pediatrician, the developmental pediatrician, the school professionals, the original ob-gyn (after all, if he were on the ball, we could have done something)—again, I did not want my judgment clouded as I faced the possibility they would not live alone and would need a sheltered environment, which may not exist because they are just shy of most criteria for that kind of help. (Actually, they are doing well. They do learn, just at a slower rate and with different techniques. We are looking at a host of post-secondary options. The future is much brighter on this facet of the truth diamond.)

Sandwiched in there was the birth of my daughter with Aspergers. (Yes, in the US, this diagnosis no longer exists, but we won’t go on that soapbox.) Like my twins, she was slow with her development, but just a hair faster than her sisters. We got her all the therapies, which again were added and subtracted with the same comments. An educational psychologist working with her sisters’ developmental pediatrician asked me if I thought she had autism. I told him firmly no. Actually, I was thinking: Hell, no. She wants to be with people. She talks. She doesn’t run from people. She’s fine.

That moment haunted me for a few years, as my siblings tried to tell me autism knowledge had changed and she could be autistic. After some parents of autistic children picked my child out of all the children, I surrendered and had her evaluated.

She has Aspergers. The trichotillomania (hair twisting and breaking…and in her case eating) (This is now conquered through appropriate therapies!  YAY! 😀 ), the constant talk on particular subjects to the exclusion of all else, the incessant humming—all were stims or expressions of emotional turmoil that she did not have words for or could not recognize.

Also sandwiched in there was a divorce early on for various kinds of abuse. (God is good all the time; He is moving in my ex’s life, and my ex is wrestling to become a better person than he would have been had we stayed together. Did I just write that?!?) The struggle to admit everyone who told me not to marry combined with the shame and guilt of knowing what I had put my kids through drove me to my knees, figuratively and literally. My pride and heart were broken. I had to do a lot of soul searching and therapy to figure out where I was broken and get fixed. At first, it was for my kids, but as I started to feel human again, it changed and was for me.

The hardest one…to forgive me. I have not been able to do this. I struggle with seeing all my bad decisions (like leaving chemistry as a career, marrying their dad, thinking I knew better than professionals) having consequences on my children and family. It’s like a wound that gets opened daily. It never heals. Yet, if I am to be healthy in mind, body, soul, and heart, it MUST be done. How to do it?

For me, the first step was letting go of my dreams and my vision for my children. They would never go to college. (Well, that may be changing.) They would never have a good job, a big house, and a large salary. (Yes, I bought the American nightmare for a while.) And that is focusing on the negatives.

The second step was to look with the proverbial rose-colored glasses, to see so much more clearly the matters of the heart that affect eternity (Actually, it’s more looking with mercy glasses or my Father’s eyes.). My children, for all their issues, have a love for God and His people that is unshakeable. Despite a nasty custody battle, they are accepting my encouragement to respect their father and his family, and they are praying for true conversion and peace in his and his family’s hearts. (And God is answering them.)

Their faith can move mountains. My oldest daughter prayed my mother’s migraine away one day a few years ago. The only type of headache my mother has had since then has been sinus, amazing because my mother’s migraines were legendary. As kids, if the door was locked to her room and the house was dark, we knew to entertain ourselves quietly and stay away until she felt better. My youngest asked St. Joseph’s intercession with his foster son Jesus for a step dad; less than two years later, I am happily married to a good, decent Christian man (not to say we don’t have our moments).

They have strength I don’t understand. At the end of my rope on a particularly bad day when I was sandwiched between an Aspergers-related meltdown and my older twin’s self-loathing and hatred session filled with tears, my younger twin (technically, middle child) asked me which of her sisters she could help. I sent her to my youngest daughter with instructions on deep breathing and constant, rhythmic back rubbing. My middle daughter made me want to weep. Emotionally under 10, she stepped to the plate when I needed someone most and gave me courage and energy to deal with the older twin.

These two steps began the journey of a lifetime. I am working on forgiving myself. I am so glad for some of my Protestant friends. They have taught me forgiveness is not a feeling. It is a choice. You must revisit it daily, and sometimes every second. I am a much different person because I let go of what I wanted and started looking at what really matters. Forgiveness—not just for others, but also for me—is part of that package. Yes, I have bad days where I don’t get the balancing act right. But I just go back to the first lesson in forgiveness, especially for me.

Through forgiveness, I have learned so much more. First and foremost, I’ve stopped assuming and using my assumptions to form judgments on other people’s behaviors and actions. I’ve started thinking outside the lines to learn that motives may be different than what are perceived. From dropping judgment, I learned both mercy and humility:

  • Mercy because we never know what another is truly thinking and because appearances can deceive
  • Humility because you never know if a person is having a rough life with circumstances far worse than your own

Finally, I learned to love another person for who they are, not what they can do for me. The work-a-day, career woman lifestyle left me hard and jaded inside. Having three kids who would probably never contribute more to society than a smile and a good attitude makes you see things differently. If you’ve been there and someone else hasn’t, the other person will never be able to fully understand the metamorphosis that goes on inside of you. I often take hope from the statement, made by a parent on one of the numerous Facebook support groups I participate in (sorry, don’t remember the person’s name), that my children may never cure cancer or the common cold or win the Noble Peace Prize, but someday, their smiles or spontaneous hugs just might stop that individual who would do those things from committing suicide (if I can buffer them from the bullies trying to create the same fate for my kids).

A final thought—are children part of the equation? Must you have children to learn these lessons? In my case, only having other humans relying on me for their protection and well being was what taught me these lessons. I truly believe without my children I would not have learned what I have learned and my emotional and spiritual life would be quite poor.

Parenting like forgiveness is a process—give it time.

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Hungarian Cucumber Salad

There is a backstory to this recipe.

About five years after my dad’s mom had died, I started remembering this dish she made that had paprika and sour cream and cucumbers. I polled my aunts and my cousin who knew some of the recipes. I tried what they told me. The texture was always wrong, the water was always puddled on top the next day, and it just didn’t taste right.

I dropped the recipe for a few years until I started needing different recipes for my kiddos with food issues. This time, though, I did some internet research.

I was amazed to find the dish had a name, and it was like macaroni salad: everyone has a recipe they swear by.

We are now on our fifth iteration, and our household prefers this formulation (the dill iteration almost made me a pariah). It does feed many people, and you may not find it easy to scale back. It also takes some time and planning (if you don’t salt the cukes and let them stand you get the ugly puddles on top). I prefer to use a food processor to chop some of my onions and then blend the dressing; you may do it by hand like my grandma used to.

Ingredients

  • 6 large cucumbers
  • 2 small onions, diced
  • 2 garlic cloves, slivered or minced (cook’s choice)
  • 1 cup apple cider vinegar
  • 1/4 cup sugar
  • 1 tablespoon paprika (genuine Hungarian paprika gives the best flavor)
  • 36 ounces (weight not volume) sour cream

Directions

  • Wash cucumbers well. Optionally, prior to slicing, you may peel the cucumbers, or you may keep the peels and use a fork to score the skins and create a pattern. (We like the skin as fiber, so we score the skins.)
  • Thinly slice the cucumbers.
  • Arrange the cucumbers in layers in a large bowl. Ensure each layer of cucumber has some salt sprinkled on it.
  • Allow the cucumbers to sit in a refrigerator for at least two hours.
  • Remove cucumbers; drain water. Optionally you may choose to dry the cucumber slices on paper towels. Place in a large bowl.
  • Mix the dressing. (These instructions assume the use of a food processor.)
    • Place onions and garlic in the mixing container. Process for one minute. (We like the flavor but not the texture at our house.)
    • Add the vinegar and sugar. Process for one minute.
    • Add the paprika. Process for 30 seconds.
    • Begin to add the sour cream in small batches, processing for one minute after each batch. (We usually do three batches.)
  • Pour the dressing over the cucumbers. Mix the cucumbers and dressing well.
  • Serve immediately

Note: We refrigerate and store this dish for a few days. We do get the puddle issue if we’ve not done the salt step properly; however, a good mixing usually hides our error.

Primal Scream 4

Okay, so I have an “intellectual/life” “boil/conundrum” I need to lance, so here goes…

I’m having this problem lately. I don’t think it’s me; I think it’s the way I’m wired. I have things that I leave certain places, and the things seem to disappear. Since I’m spatially oriented and go back logically to the last place they were, it’s made me a little nutty. Until the last month, it was just things: keys, spices, shoes, jewelry. I complain, and they magically reappear or not. Since I’ve learned I’m not wired for tracking things and as a result I don’t have very many things of great value, I’m okay with that.

However, the latest things to disappear are not good. My stack of journals has been removed. And I’m scared. As a writer, sometimes I need to explore ideas and feelings that just aren’t safe to explore publicly; no one understands the darker side of life with its dark emotions and steamy turns of expression, so a journal for me as a writer becomes a dumping ground for ideas and feelings that are just too toxic to express out loud where someone of a lesser constitution might feel sullied or overwhelmed. I don’t have to worry that my journal will broadcast what I’ve written or be offended; I can process everything with all the passion and fire and intensity I need to, and then I can return to being a sane, normal, logical human without too many being any wiser.

My husband keeps trying to remind me that I’m getting to “that age,” where I’m close to “the change.” *rolls eyes, mutters about patriarchal notions* On one hand, he may be right; I might be slightly crazy for a few years.

On the other hand, in my heart and mind, I go back to high school, freshman year. Assignments were magically disappearing, particularly for science class. Everyone kept telling me it was my organizational skills that were lacking. I sat one night, tottering on the brink between destroying my room and crying like there was no tomorrow. My father, ever the beacon of reason, decided it was time for me to understand the problem was my lack of organization. At 10:30 PM, he took me to the school (also where he worked) and took me to my locker. While he hovered, I dutifully pulled out every book and notebook and flipped through every page and folder. He admitted defeat when the assignment was not found (I wasn’t the kind to not do an assignment; it just wasn’t me).

We went home. I redid the assignment, tumbling exhausted into bed around 12:30 AM. The next morning, the assignment reappeared with a dead flower. (Did I miss a reference to “The Godfather” somewhere?) Amazingly, only one answer was different, but it was an essay question.

I should probably just take a page out of that experience. Either the journals will come back or they won’t.

The problem is that I am a writer; I can see all kinds of plot lines. I’ve lived in the world of science fiction and fantasy–everything that those writers have created eventually exists in the real world. Writers tend to think big thinks and dream big dreams.

I have the following plot lines running through my mind all at the same time and all being played out to brilliant and excruciating endings:

  • My kids tend to befriend the bizarre and unusual; these friends have decided we should be a staging ground for adolescent pranks.
  • My level of honesty as a writer has so angered some people in several denominational pews that they have decided I no longer deserve to have a voice; they are hoping that the disappeared journals shut me up for a long time. They also want to figure out how to show many people exactly what I feel in my own handwriting in an effort to ensure I give up on the whole “really reflecting Christ” thing. (Like Gandhi, I love your Jesus but can’t stand you Christians, or words to that effect. Call it eliminating hypocrisy out of agape.)
  • The social services people who have worked with my kids for the last several years are so impressed with the way our home runs like a well oiled machine *laughing and snorting and choking and coughing* that they borrowed the journals to figure us out without taking up much of our precious time.
  • The demons from the alternate dimension of Panmultimegadaimonium have been working overtime and gotten a little confused; usually, they focus on removing one sock in a pair from the dryer and sending it to the blackhole of Calcutta, but recently, they extended their operations into objects. (Yes, it is a bit far fetched, but I did mention science fiction and fantasy.)

I finally broke down and spent a few bucks to replace the journal. No, that’s not right. I spent a few bucks to get another book in which to collect my ideas and feelings.

The reality is though that I really need my old journals too. They testify to where I’ve been, the issues I’ve wrestled, the record of wins and losses. They stand as a memorial stone to the Sovereignty of Jesus Christ in my life and serve as a reminder that feelings are not reality and I must choose to craft the masterpiece of my reality based on His Instructions.

Hopefully, this is enough to set my keel in a balanced motion. We shall see.

Onward and upward…

Kittie’s Littered Musings, #1

Periodically, as a writer, I get stuck. I have ideas too long for FB and too short for a full blog post, but I need to get them out of my head so I can move on to other thoughts and ideas. So here are a few…

Public versus Private: I think the line between these two has become blurred. Some share ad nauseam the most inappropriate things in a public forum. Other times, private things have to be dealt with in public space because the pace of modern life is too rapid. To deal with this, society has to learn the art of minding one’s own business. If you see or hear something that offends you, lump it and walk away. Assume that the person has a much more difficult life than yours and needs some TLC from their conversation partner. Pretend the person is in a special “aloneness cone” that gives them a little bit of freedom. The caveat is if it sets a bad example for younger kids or if it truly causes harm (and I don’t mean emotional distress at having to hear a different idea). If we don’t have the true freedom to express ourselves within limits, we become ingrown and emotionally constipated, a volcano waiting to explode, the results of which could be even worse than just having a bad idea or a badly expressed idea floating in space. However, if you have to have a difficult conversation, be aware of those around you and try to craft the situation so it causes the least distress for all involved.

Writers: The Good Book has a line about a prophet being without honor in his hometown. The job of a prophet was to bring a message that educated the people about God’s thoughts. Sometimes, you could get into real trouble as a prophet (one even ended up at the bottom of a well). So it is with writers. Writers are the modern prophets. It is the job of a writer to explore issues and ideas from every direction, to push the boundaries of thought, expression, and social rules, mostly for the sake of making things better. Not everyone is very happy about having different ideas in abundance.

The Importance of Stories: As referenced in the bit on writers, a writer’s job is to explore issues and ideas. Sometimes, the best way to explore an idea is a story. In putting the problem into the lives of distant characters considered not real, the writer shows a good or bad way to handle the problem, thus teaching a lesson without it being distressing for the lesson’s recipient. I firmly believe all literature has value: it contains the patterns of life and responses to life, both wise and foolish. Even the holy books of other faiths can be viewed as stories that can teach. In understanding the stories of other cultures, we come closer to understanding the diversity of cultures and the meaning of life.

Hopefully, I will return you to my normal variety of posts real soon! 🙂

Futures Essays: The Future Education

Author’s Notes: This is the final paper in the series. Decades later, and we still have the same issues. I think I’ve figured out how to handle the citations in a slightly different way… maybe.

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For some time now, I have heard a lot about outcome-based education. From the media, I have heard of what a wonderful theory it is. It will allow everyone to move at their own pace in each and every subject. Those gifted in science and math could move rapidly to fulfill their science and math goals while a person with a well-rounded vocabulary and the ability to communicate could fly through the English and literature goals. From my father, a secondary educator since the 60s, I have heard how detrimental outcome-based education will be. He feels that the bright people will finish before they are socially and emotionally mature while the trouble-makers and unmotivated students are left behind to cause problems. (Little could we have foreseen the turn this took into exams and numbers and measurements. Well, given the IRS and other government agencies, maybe we should have…) I just did not realize how much outcome-based education was the future direction of educational communities until our seminar session.

In our session, we were asked to discuss the problems we as individuals see in the current educational system. The problems we saw were a lack of funding for technical courses (um… nothing new under the sun… some places still recycle cans to get funds for science courses); the battle between public and private schools (let’s include charter and virtual schools too); the recognition and management of diversity in academic ability; the white, Anglo-Saxon, Protestant slant of a large majority of the curricula and the lack of exposure to diverse cultures; how success is to be defined; and the mediocrity of those pursuing a career in education. Then, we were asked to reflect on how outcome-based education, as we see it from our readings (Wow! I am amazed at the lack of diversity in the sources we were to use.) and our own experiences, could overcome these obstacles.

The first problem discussed is the lack of funding in the poverty-stricken rural and inner city schools to support the technology necessary to prepare children to become functioning adults in an information-age society. Currently, schools are based on the standard raised by proponents of education during the Industrial Revolution, a time when information was scarce [C, 43]–the teacher lectures, the students read, and the teacher prepares and administers an exam to the students based on the important material [C, 43]. (Isn’t that what’s being done now with Common Core?) In the information age, this standard is unacceptable. Students must be able to find information rapidly. They must then comprehend and evaluate the information they find in order to communicate this information with other students. Outcome-based education, as one if its outcomes, would require students to adequately navigate the global information systems available through personal computers (and laptops) and to understand the information found as demonstrated through communication of the information with fellow class members. (My kids have had classes designed this way. Yet, every standardized test is based on the old model of hard copy work.)

The second problem is that of the clash between public and private schools. The reasons parents tend to choose private education is at the present varied. For many, it is the opportunity to study in an environment in which children from similar backgrounds could study together without fear of intolerance; an example of this would the private religious institutions like parochial schools for Catholics, Friend’s schools for Quakers, Hebrew school for Hassidic Jews, and non-denominational Protestant schools for those of varying Protestant backgrounds. Another example would be private schools set up for the education of the gifted and talented. Supporters of public education fear that private education is undermining public education. (They still do.) Outcome-based education would supposedly eliminate the need for private schools because all students would be required to achieve the same goals and could do so at their own pace in a public school. The problem I see with this is that many parents feel that an education reinforced with religious education is far more valuable than anything else. (Still true.) These parents would be willing to fight tooth and claw to maintain their rights as parents to choose where and how their children are educated. (Wow, that was dark. Please know I support these parents.)

The next problem is the recognition and management of diversity. Currently there are students who move through the educational system with mediocre grades who are untouched and unmoved by their educations and who do not care. The challenge that would be given to these students in an outcome-based school would be to get motivated enough to finish goals within a reasonable amount of time; the way to interest these students would be an information tool like the “internet.” (Yes, this paper was written that long ago and far away.) An “internet”-like system would allow the student to find information on the things that interest him or her; then, through becoming educated on (engaged in?) these topics, the student would begin to develop an interest in the study of other subjects leading to the achievement of the remaining goals. The other end of the spectrum would be those students who dearly love to educate themselves in math or science or any other field but simply do not have the ability to master even the simplest of tasks within the field.  Although I am sure that special allowances would be made for these students when a proven disability was present, I would question the psychological soundness of making such allowances. (Wow! I was quite cold-hearted. That sounds more elitist than I can stomach.) Were I in a situation where I knew I graduated only because of a special dispensation, I would often seriously question my ability to perform my job even if my job did not involve the skills I was unable to perform. (Who was I kidding? I say thank goodness and move right along. This is like melodrama queen. And, now, the concern would be ensuring more that the kids who can’t have just as viable employment opportunities as the kids who can.) I would also often question my own self-worth and might possibly develop low self-esteem. (Nope. Melodrama. Almost struck it from the re-keying. Who I am is not what I do.)

Yet another problem is the emphasis on traditional writers like Shakespeare and Hawthorne. (I think I want to vomit now.) With an increased immigrant population from the Far East (Asia might be better from a writer’s perspective) and the continued search for equality among the African-American community [A, 40], there is an increased need for a multicultural education to allow for unity in the midst of division.  Those hanging onto tradition have done so out of fear that the traditional literature would be ignored (as well as a gut reaction against the likes of Twilight); however, they fail to see the reality of the diversity that exists in many classrooms and on many campuses. [A, 40] Mainstream multiculturalists have no desire to eliminate totally the traditional writers (yeah… that was then); they just want to expose students to writers like Alan Paton and Alice Walker. Outcome-based education would allow for this under a goal requiring greater cultural awareness. (As long as it’s in addition to, not in place of…)

The next problem is how will success be defined and by whom. Currently success is defined on a system of ranking by points achieved on exams given by teachers and scores achieved on standardized tests. (It still is, even with Common Core. It’s just that no one wants to admit the emperor’s naked.) The definition, however, does not allow those who do not do well under pressure or those who learn by methods other than reading and writing to achieve. (It still doesn’t. No one seems to want to address these kids.) Under outcome-based education, a hands-on, active approach to assessment of what a student has learned could be used in conjunction with standard means administered under a more examinee-friendly atmosphere. (Yeah, still a pipe dream…) Students will also be considered successful if they complete the goals set by the state. The problem in state-determined goals is that not everyone will be able to achieve these goals for whatever reason. Also, the only compensation for those who complete the goals seems to be simply completion of the goals; and although the students not completing the goals should not be held back from holding meaningful jobs and getting on with their lives, there seems to be no way to dissuade those who are not completing the goals from that choice. (Yes, yes, that whole last sentence should be struck. It is the most naïve, ivory tower thinking in the universe. In the real world, there will be employment and financial consequences.)

The final problem with the education system is the mediocrity of those choosing to pursue a career in education. (Before I have too many arrows in my back, please note that I qualified the statements that follow with the friendly, cover your @55, sleezy words writers use to get them out of trouble.) Some choose teaching simply because they cannot do anything else; this can be stated another way, “Those who can’t, teach.” In order to assist students in fulfilling the goals of a global, information-age, outcome-based education, the teachers themselves will need to be better educated. (A degree does not mean better educated; that said, I’m not knocking advanced degrees.) This can be accomplished through the development of “rigorous national standards.” [D, 8] (Oh, so young. We’re from the government and we’re here to help. *Cringe*) Every teacher will have to be qualified, despite teaching in rural or inner city districts [D, 9], to help children develop skills to think critically and to construct new ideas out of their thinking [D, 9]. In compensation for a thorough knowledge of their subject material [D, 9], of the bases of effective education techniques [D, 9], and of the ethical applications of the techniques [D, 9], teacher’s salaries will be increased to a level commensurate to (with?) the education they have received. [D, 9] Those becoming teaching will have to be the best and the brightest of both genders and all races [D, 9] (probably should revise this to reflect the latest EOE statement, but I won’t) so that parents will be pleased when their children choose education as a profession. [D, 9]

I can see very much that outcome-based education is becoming a necessity in today’s world. I feel however that it will be a long time before outcome-based education is fully implemented, and an even longer time before all the bugs are out of the system. (Bidding for until hell freezes over? Anyone? Anyone?) I sincerely hope that God grants those working on the project infinite wisdom and foresight because there is a great potential for making a further mess of the educational system which would result in the handicapping of a whole generation of citizens and eventual leaders. (Melodrama, anyone?) Then America would truly face the worst decline she has ever know, a decline from which there might be no return.

The evaluator of my paper stated that it would be interesting to hear my father’s response. I wish I would have followed through…

 Sources:

A: Banks, James A. “The Culture Wars: Race and Education.” Phi Kappa Phi Journal. Fall 1993: 39-41.

B: Jarchow, Elaine. “A Global Perspective: The Choice American Educators Must Make.” Phi Kappa Phi Journal. Fall 1993: 23-25.

C: Mecklenberger, James A. “To Start a Dialogue: The Next Generation of America’s Schools.
Phi Kappa Phi Journal. Fall 1993: 42-45.

D: Wise, Arthure E. “A Vision of the Future: Of Teachers, Teaching, and Teacher Education.” Phi Kappa Phi Journal. Fall 1993: 8-10.

The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.

This was a delightful quote to pass my desk today. Enjoy!

Don Charisma


«The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.»

— Albert Einstein


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Do You REALLY Understand Healthcare?

This blogger has asked some excellent questions. It would be interesting to see what alternatives could be created by out-of-the-box thinking.

adoptingjames

MedizinYou’re sick. You begrudgingly take off work, using your last sick day of the year available to you. You’d rather not go to the doctor, but your boss is requiring a doctor’s note.

You drag yourself out of bed, buckle the screaming baby up in the car seat, drive to the doctor and sign in.

You provide the receptionist with your insurance card. You write a large check for your deductible (the very reason you’ve been avoiding the doctor). On top of that, you owe a copay, and this is ONLY if that doctor accepts your insurance provider….

Has anyone ever stopped to ask, “What’s going on here?” If you’re practically having to take out a loan to pay your deductible, and you’re expected to fork up a percentage of your bill, then what are your premiums going toward? Insurance retention?

But if we’re all honest with ourselves, I bet we’d…

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