"I only regret that I have but one life to give my country." *
You never hear that today.
Where is the passion? Where is the intellect? Is it washed away in the noise and the mess that spews forth from our blackberries, televisions, computer screens, cell phones and every other device made to "connect us?" On my commute to work I see person after person alone in their car, totally absobed in the six foot sphere of themselves -- totally oblivious to the outside world. What has become of us?
"And so my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you - ask what you can do for your country." **
I ask myself that. What can I give? What can I do? I am so small. But as I pray, a feeling comes over me, that I am not alone. And that although so small, a potential burns deep within. No, I am not alone. After all, I am a grandaughter of "The Greatest Generation." ***
*Nathan Hale (June 6, 1755 – September 22, 1776) was a soldier for the Continental Army during the American Revolutionary War. Widely considered America's first spy,[1] he volunteered for an intelligence-gathering mission, but was captured by the British. He is best remembered for his speech before being hanged following the Battle of Long Island, in which he said, "I only regret that I have but one life to give my country."[
**John F Kennedy http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Inaugural_address_of_John_F._Kennedy
*** http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greatest_Generation
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Prospective
Time offers a masterful prospective. Eight years ago this summer I found myself on the park stage crowned Queen of the Bristol Homecoming. Last year I had the privilege of serving as a judge for the contest, and tonight served as a interview coach. I gave them several tips about body language, pausing before speaking, and other interview skills. I then did a short mock interview with each of them.
Eight years is not that long in the span of 80. It makes, however, all the difference between 19 and 27. I found myself for the first time tonight sitting on the other side - asking the questions, extending a comment to graciously prod them into a deeper response, and then offering suggestions. How did I get in the position to offer suggestions? I seems I have. I wonder how this sneaks up on a person. How is it that I have gained enough professional expertise and speaking skills to prove useful in this area?
I had this same realization just this past week at a meeting in Dearborn, MI where I spoke before a panel, and then before the larger (75 people) congregation. It flowed naturally, and it triggered in my mind old, old memories of Ball State where I sat on the Executive Committee for a student organization. How could I have imagined then what that work would prepare me for later? Just as when that crown was placed on top my head, how could I have foreseen the most rewarding benefit of all -- helping the younger girls of a community I love so much.
Interviewing them also makes me think back on the many "me's" I have shed along the way to who I am now. I see the girls there, in that first fledging form. Interestingly, the ones who do not fear constructive criticism are the most introspective and the ones who realize they are but one small part of the universe and not it's sun.
I saw tonight the true beautiful of the person who honestly says, "what can I do better?" So much more is received when more is given. It is a happy obligation -- but obligation it is -- to help a younger generation. How rewarding it is when they listen! Yes, we cannot understand how God uses us, but surely he does. Was there any more proof of a master plan than what I observed tonight?
He is The Beautiful Architect.
Eight years is not that long in the span of 80. It makes, however, all the difference between 19 and 27. I found myself for the first time tonight sitting on the other side - asking the questions, extending a comment to graciously prod them into a deeper response, and then offering suggestions. How did I get in the position to offer suggestions? I seems I have. I wonder how this sneaks up on a person. How is it that I have gained enough professional expertise and speaking skills to prove useful in this area?
I had this same realization just this past week at a meeting in Dearborn, MI where I spoke before a panel, and then before the larger (75 people) congregation. It flowed naturally, and it triggered in my mind old, old memories of Ball State where I sat on the Executive Committee for a student organization. How could I have imagined then what that work would prepare me for later? Just as when that crown was placed on top my head, how could I have foreseen the most rewarding benefit of all -- helping the younger girls of a community I love so much.
Interviewing them also makes me think back on the many "me's" I have shed along the way to who I am now. I see the girls there, in that first fledging form. Interestingly, the ones who do not fear constructive criticism are the most introspective and the ones who realize they are but one small part of the universe and not it's sun.
I saw tonight the true beautiful of the person who honestly says, "what can I do better?" So much more is received when more is given. It is a happy obligation -- but obligation it is -- to help a younger generation. How rewarding it is when they listen! Yes, we cannot understand how God uses us, but surely he does. Was there any more proof of a master plan than what I observed tonight?
He is The Beautiful Architect.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Hope
It is a powerful thing to observe Hope--to see if shift, shape, and lift a person. I have the privilege to witnesses this time and again at Weight Watchers. As a Weight Watchers Leader, I witness the transformation of countless individuals on their journey toward self respect. I believe in the dignity and potential of every individual -- I believe in the sanctity of human life -- that is why each Tuesday at 5:30 and Saturday at 9am and 11am are my favorite days of my week. At those times I see concentrated Hope.
To me Weight Watchers is about more than counting points and portions. It is about taking control of what really matters - because Life is much more than Food. When we master our intake, however, we master so much more. Self respect can sometimes come at a high price - especially because so many of us wait until the very last moment to get help. We're a strong and independent people and it is hard to say, "help me."
But, when we do, we grow. And when we are open to new ideas and information, we inch closer to that which we believe we can be. And that is the American Dream. Not cars, nor homes, or other material things. Being Free is a universal banner -- Free to be ourselves, free to think, breathe, pray, dream. Free even to fail, and try, try again.
At Weight Watchers I see weight literally and figuratively lifted from people. I see them change -- I see them glow. Sometimes I do not see the physical weight come off - because quite honestly I see all people in love when they walk through the door. I see them through a sense of compassion and friendship - I don't really see their weight. Then, so often, I will be weighing them in at the beginning of the meeting to find they have lost 23, 56, 77 lbs. I will stare up at them in disbelief and say, "really?" I see only their smiles-- on the meek and the bold. I see them care about themselves again; I see self-love.
This was God's plan for us--not wandering despair and hopelessness. There is a higher plan. That plan includes feeling satisfied with our achievement, self growth, and encouragement to the other. I don't think we really grow unless we help someone else to.
Yes, every week I see more than 100 people put on hope. I see them walk through the door. Sometimes they are fighting a deep, internal battle -- other times they yell in victory. They are not overcoming vices really -- merely championing what's best in them. We all have something to give -- from the 10 year old to the 82 year old at Weight Watchers -- in life. We all have something to give. Hope, fulfillment and encouragement are what we deserve.
Yes, hope is a vehicle to our destiny.
To me Weight Watchers is about more than counting points and portions. It is about taking control of what really matters - because Life is much more than Food. When we master our intake, however, we master so much more. Self respect can sometimes come at a high price - especially because so many of us wait until the very last moment to get help. We're a strong and independent people and it is hard to say, "help me."
But, when we do, we grow. And when we are open to new ideas and information, we inch closer to that which we believe we can be. And that is the American Dream. Not cars, nor homes, or other material things. Being Free is a universal banner -- Free to be ourselves, free to think, breathe, pray, dream. Free even to fail, and try, try again.
At Weight Watchers I see weight literally and figuratively lifted from people. I see them change -- I see them glow. Sometimes I do not see the physical weight come off - because quite honestly I see all people in love when they walk through the door. I see them through a sense of compassion and friendship - I don't really see their weight. Then, so often, I will be weighing them in at the beginning of the meeting to find they have lost 23, 56, 77 lbs. I will stare up at them in disbelief and say, "really?" I see only their smiles-- on the meek and the bold. I see them care about themselves again; I see self-love.
This was God's plan for us--not wandering despair and hopelessness. There is a higher plan. That plan includes feeling satisfied with our achievement, self growth, and encouragement to the other. I don't think we really grow unless we help someone else to.
Yes, every week I see more than 100 people put on hope. I see them walk through the door. Sometimes they are fighting a deep, internal battle -- other times they yell in victory. They are not overcoming vices really -- merely championing what's best in them. We all have something to give -- from the 10 year old to the 82 year old at Weight Watchers -- in life. We all have something to give. Hope, fulfillment and encouragement are what we deserve.
Yes, hope is a vehicle to our destiny.
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