The Chair

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No. Not THAT chair.  I’m not writing about that scene in the Tom Hanks  / Michael Clarke Duncan film “The Green Mile”.  And who can forget Clint Eastwood’s monologue as he spoke to an empty chair during a recent political campaign season?  Nope.  Not that chair either; although the chair I’m thinking of is also empty, but for a different reason.  The head of an organization or corporation is often called “The Chair” (short version of chairman or chairwoman and conveniently gender neutral) but I’m not writing about organizational leadership.

The reasons a chair might be empty are numerous.  When the chair is empty because someone passed into eternity, just the sight of that chair can cause deep emotional pain.  Sometimes, a chair at the table is empty because a family member went off to college or took a job far from home.  Sometimes estrangement or divorce creates an empty chair.  Poets have written about empty chairs and songwriters have addressed empty chairs as well.

Honor is often paid in remembrance to a loved one who is missing from a gathering.  When the Tall Ships gather for an event, a ship that has lost a member of her crew will tow an empty dinghy astern to represent the missing crew member.   Air wings from the various branches of the armed forces often fly a tribute formation known as the “missing plane” to signify a life lost from the unit.  Mounted cavalry parade a horse without a rider for the same reason.

At our house, we have some missing family members when we gather around our table; family members we wish were still there with us.  We also miss friends who used to join us for meals when we lived far from where we are now.  I got to thinking about how I could remember and honor these people and not just with heartache; not just symbolically.  I wanted to do something tangible and positive; something with some impact; something that would turn an empty chair at our table into a good thing – even an inspirational thing.

During our Advent Devotions the other night, I presented an idea to our family for discussion and consideration.  What if we bought a spare chair and squeezed it in at our table?  “The Chair” could represent possibility, hope and intention.  The empty chair would be a visible reminder that someone isn’t here.  But what someone?  Who?  We talked about the possibility for hospitality because there would now be a place for a guest to sit.  The idea also came up to put one of our baskets in the chair and use it to hold clothing items we were planning to donate to the Salvation Army.  The chair could also be a place to hang canvas bags to hold books destined for the book cellar at the New Castle Public Library.  The chair could even hold the box for the First Sunday food donation items that First Presbyterian Church sends to the City Rescue Mission’s food pantry.  Something as simple as a chair could be a social machine!

I understand an empty chair at the table can be a painful reminder, but it can also be seen as an opportunity to create something powerfully positive; an opportunity to change one’s perspective, and maybe someone else’s life.  Our family agreed to try this idea.  When that chair arrives, we’re going to have to tell the cats “Sleep somewhere else.  We have big plans for that empty chair!”

© 2016 Curt Savage Media

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Happy Thanks Living

I know many people are having tough times right now and they don’t feel they have a lot to be thankful for.  They’re right; things are really hard where they are and there may not be “a lot” to be thankful for – but I have to believe there is a least something that is good in their lives.  For instance- A passer-by let a family sit in his warm van while firefighters tried to save their burning home.  They were thankful for the kindness because their children didn’t have to stand in the street on a 20 degree day.  Although her home and all belongings were a total loss, the mother spoke of things she was thankful for; her children and husband were safe, her pets were rescued.  These were good things in the midst of disaster.

In Madgratitudeame Blueberry (a VeggieTales movie), Madame Blueberry’s tree-home is catapulted to the ground and smashed as a result of her insatiable desire for more and more things.  She realizes she should change her attitude and become thankful for what she has so she sings the “Thankfulness Song”.  One line from the song is “Because a thankful heart is a happy heart I’m glad for what I have.”

A thankful heart is also a healthy heart.  Motivational speaker Zig Ziglar, who passed away in 2012, coined the phrase “Make Gratitude your Attitude”.  Ziglar said “Some people have a chronic case of Stinkin’ Thinkin’ that keeps them from taking the first step to gratitude and happiness.  People who won’t take step number one will never take step number two.”  He goes on to say ingrates and bitter people pay for their attitudes through poor heath in their bodies and minds and that “The healthiest of all human emotions is gratitude.”

Mick Jagger of the Rolling Stones sings “You can’t always get what you want.”  Oftentimes, that’s a good thing.  When I think about unpleasant things I don’t have, that makes me thankful.  I’ve been spared from many of the troubles I’ve seen in other people’s lives.  This mercy causes me to respond with thankfulness.  Thankfulness can be expressed through helping others, encouraging others, giving to others and praying for others.  When I become grateful, my “complaint factory” shuts down and my “joy reactor” goes into full swing.  It’s not that I’m stoic, or that I live in self-denial.  I’m also not a “Polly Anna” by any stretch of the imagination.  I actually tend to be a bit sarcastic, cynical and pragmatic.  However, thankfulness does something to squelch those tendencies and causes me to launch into spontaneous optimism!

It’s impossible to pinpoint exactly how many choices an individual makes in a day; every person is different.  Each of us makes decisions ranging in nature from life changing to minor routine choices.  The number of choices is estimated to be in the thousands.  There are a variety of factors that affect our choices.  It shouldn’t be difficult to see how attitudes affect choices.  If I wake up and immediately focus on everything I don’t have or everything that went wrong the day before, how do you think that will affect the choices I make and my interactions with others in the course of my day?  But – if my waking and walking thoughts create in me an “attitude of gratitude”, I will be a blessing rather than a burden and I will truly experience and exude Happy Thanks Living!

© 2016 Curt Savage Media

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Buckets

I seem to havetool-bucket quite a few buckets lying around.  They’re just so darned handy.  I have a collection of just about every shape and size.  I have my kindling for our chimenea in one.  I often turn one upside-down and use it for a seat when I’m working on something in the barn.  They also make great planters for those extra tomato and pepper plants you can’t squeeze into the garden.  I have my car washing bucket, my bucket I take into the garden when I’m pulling weeds and a bucket that goes to range with me to hold spent brass.

Buckets have found their way into numerous idioms and other sayings.  When it’s raining hard, we say “it’s coming down in buckets” (that would hurt).  The vulgar term used when someone passes away is “they kicked the bucket”.  The origins of this idiom are disputed, but it’s clear this is where we derived the term “bucket list” from.  A “bucket list” is a list of all the things a person wants to do or experience before they die.  Some lists include things like sky diving, swimming with sharks, climbing a mountain, etc.  I’d have one heck of a bucket list if it only included finishing all the uncompleted projects around my house!

When you’re working toward a large goal and you’ve made a small amount of progress, your contribution could be referred to as just a “drop in the bucket”.  If you get into some deep trouble, it might be said you’ve got a “bucket load” of trouble.  In the game of basketball, you try to get the ball in the bucket.  An old, rusty, badly running car is referred to as a bucket of bolts.  Winston Churchill once used a bucket to make a point when he said “I contend that for a nation to try to tax itself into prosperity is like a man standing in a bucket and trying to lift himself up by the handle.”

You can put just about anything in a bucket and then carry your bucket everywhere you go.  My daughter has a new trick-or-treat bucket she just filled with candy the other night.  I have a nifty tool bag that slides into a five gallon bucket and holds tools inside as well as outside the bucket in pockets.  I take that bucket when I go to work on building projects or do disaster relief work.  I also have a specific bucket I take into the alley to clean up after my dog; my “nasty bucket” that I wouldn’t want to take ANYWHERE with me!

We’re kind of like buckets.  We hold lots of stuff, and we carry that stuff around with us everywhere we go.  Some of the stuff can be useful, some of it can be sweet as candy, and some of it can be nasty, unpleasant stuff.  When my bucket gets too full of the latter, I have to pray and ask God to empty me of that so I can focus on the good things He has placed in my bucket.  What’s your bucket full of?

© 2016 Curt Savage Media

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The Harvest

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Have you been able to take in any of the beautiful fall foliage yet this year?  The peak color seems to be holding off a little longer due to the warmer and milder weather.  The Indian Summer has been a boon to farmers, giving them a little more time to work their fields.  Our little garden is just about done for the year, but all over the country, a drive down just about any country road will allow you to take in sights of harvesters bringing in the crops.

Until I moved to Northeast Ohio, and then to Western Pennsylvania, I had never seen any archaic field harvesting methods.  All of my travels in California and Minnesota only exposed me to large scale, mechanized farming using gigantic combines, huge tractors and tri-axle dump trucks.  Of course I’d seen manual row harvesting in the strawberry fields and grape vineyards of California’s Central Valley, but I never saw the kind of harvesting practiced by our local Amish communities and Organic/Sustainable Agriculture farmers.  I am always awestruck by the picturesque beauty of the draft horse teams pulling the wagon-mounted harvesters over the gently rolling hills and the rows of neatly organized “teepees” of cornstalks or straw they produce.

A young Amish man struck up a conversation with me many years ago while we were both shopping in a local harness shop.  He told me my sons were about the same age as his daughter who was at home and very sick.  As we walked out by his buggy in the parking lot, my boys ran over to pet his horse and I asked if I could pray for his daughter.  He joined me in prayer.  Afterward, he asked if we would like to go for a ride in his buggy.  Of course we said yes.  He took us back a long country road past several fields and farm houses.  The kids were having a blast!  I asked him why the fields were worked the way they were; why so meticulous and neat?  He told me some things I’ve never forgotten.  “We do things the way we do because we can reasonably expect certain results from our labor.”  He continued “Put another way – when we’re done with a job, we leave things the way we expect others to find them; finished and done right.”  “The same goes for spring planting” he said.  “You plant with an expectation of harvesting what you planted, how you planted it.”

We circled back around to the saddle shop and the man dropped us back at our car.  We parted ways and never saw him again, but his wisdom has stuck with me all these years.  What kind of “harvest” do I expect from the way I cultivate relationships; from the way I serve, or fail to serve others; from the way I speak or write?  Do I till my “soil” deeply, nourish the “ground” richly and carefully plant quality “seed”, or do I compact, scorch and salt the “fields” I walk making them bitter and thorn choked wastelands?  The choice is ours, for we are all harvesters of what we sow.

© 2016 Curt Savage Media

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Now and Then

Social media sites, prduck-and-coverint media and broadcast media are replete with opinions pointing to our current time in history as “the most divisive ever”; as containing “the most upheaval ever”; as being “the most hopeless ever; as being “the most dangerous ever”.  Pundits point to racially, ethnically and even politically motivated violence, to global political strife and wars, to high unemployment numbers and toterrorism and gun related crimes as proofs of their assertions.  “Things have never been as bad as they are now” is the refrain of their Greek Chorus.

Talking about this with other “Boomers” took our thoughts back to our lives four or five decades ago; to those more “peaceful times”.  In the context of the decade of the 1960’s, “peaceful’ actually meant peace in pieces with everyone screaming about how they wanted a world full of peace.  Some were even willing to resort to violence to achieve their vision of peace.  Does this sound familiar?

We remembered spending a good share of our school days folded in half under our desks with our butts sticking up in the air.  Does anyone remember doing “drop drills” back here?  These civil defense exercises were supposed to teach us how to “protect ourselves” in the event of something on the scale of an earthquake….or maybe a missile strike.  Yes – we were told there was a good chance the Russians would drop one on us.  The Russian missiles in Cuba in ’62 made us believers.  I never believed the desk would protect me.

Although President Eisenhower signed the Civil Rights Act into law in 1960, and President Kennedy established the Peace Corps in 1961, there wasn’t much that was civil or peaceful about the 1960’s.  Black men were being denied service at Woolworth’s lunch counters, the Berlin Wall was being built and President Kennedy advised it would be “prudent” for families to have bomb shelters.  President Kennedy was assassinated in 1963.  The Watts Riots broke out in LA in 1965.  My town was burned and people we knew were injured or killed.  Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated on April 4, 1968 and Senator Robert Kennedy was assassinated on June 5 of that same year.  In May of 1970, the Kent State shootings taught us that our own government would open fire on us.  The Munich Olympics terror attacks were in 1972 and our President Nixon resigned the office of President in 1974; all of this while the Vietnam War was being broadcast right into our living rooms.

We had drug overdoses, unemployment, racism, environmental disasters and family dysfunction all amidst a crushing economic recession, but we made it through all of that.  Many of the same problems we’re facing now existed then.  This is NOT the worst things have ever been.  The 1960’s songs “Get Together” by the Youngbloods and “Let’s Work Together” by Canned Heat give us suggestions on how we can get through these difficult times – “Come on people now, smile on your brother, everybody get together, try to love one another right now”.  Sure, things look bad, but I’ve seen much of this before.  If we love each other and work together, we’ll get through it just fine.  We did before and look how far we’ve come!

© 2016 Curt Savage Media

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Autumn’s a Hoot!

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My favorite time of year has finally arrived.  I absolutely love autumn!  Fall gives us a welcomed reprieve from the stifling heat of summer and provides cooler evenings for us to enjoy being outside again.  My family likes to build fires in our patio fireplace and then watch the bats circling crazily overhead as they feast on flying bugs; bugs that just weeks before, had been feasting on us.  Crickets come out of hiding and offer songs that seem louder and happier and even skydiving nighthawks and the owls in our pine tree add their calls to the night party.

The smells of wood smoke and burnt marshmallows, the crunchy leaves underfoot, the crisp air and clear skies all combine to make the sight of the giant harvest moon much more than just memorable.  Fall nights are magical; each night with a life of its own.  The magic intensifies as nature occasionally adds an extra trick to the treat by laying down a coating of snow to quiet all sounds except those of the animals.

Author Jane Yolen, illustrator John Schoenherr and publisher Philomel Books teamed up to create a wonderful children’s book titled “Owl Moon”.  The story is about a little girl and her father who go “owling” one night near their farm.  They walk through the snowy woods, while the father calls out to the Great Horned Owl who lives there, hoping to hear a response.  Our sons loved that book when they were little, but we didn’t get a chance to take that walk before they grew up.

I heard an owl in the wild for the first time while taking a break at the edge of the woods out behind the mill I worked at about a dozen years ago. I couldn’t see the owl, but I thought about “Owl Moon” so I called back to it, mocking its hoot every time I heard it. After a few minutes, the owl went silent. As I peered into the dark woods, suddenly, silently, a huge Great Horned Owl appeared out of that darkness, flew directly at me, glided a few feet over my head and disappeared back into the cover of night – all before I could catch my breath.  When they come close enough to hear the air moving over their wings, but you can’t see them, it’s amazing and terrifying at the same time!

Although I can’t say I want to get that close to a Great Horned Owl ever again, the experience served to deepen my love of the autumn woods all the more.  Winter makes me yearn for the new life of spring.  Spring often makes me wish I’d done a better job of weeding the garden beds in early fall.  Summer makes every effort feel as though it will surly cause me to melt away.  But fall – that is a time of year I never want to end.  The celebration of sights and tastes and smells and sounds is a total hoot!

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Champions

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The 2016 Olympics in Rio de Janeiro have ended and the teams with their champions are home parading their national heroes.  American Gold Medalists will soon be appearing on retail shelves promoting everything from cereal to sportswear.  Children competing in Olympic sanctioned sports look up to our Olympic athletes as role models.  Some of those children have hopes of some day being selected for our national teams.

People love champions.  The word “champion” traces back to the Middle Ages in Late Latin as “campiōn”.  “Champion” can refer to a person who has defeated all other contenders in a competition.  It can also refer to anything that takes the blue ribbon in a competition; a best of show photo, a top prize winning pie or a blue ribbon pig.  A champion can also be the victor on a battlefield.  You can be a champion while championing a cause.  You can be a champion of the homeless while championing the cause of low cost shelter development.  Like the champion athletes, some social champions are high visibility, well known celebrities.  Others carry their passions and pursue their causes with no demand for name recognition or glory, and yet their efforts have tremendous impact.  Some who come to mind are the martyred Archbishop Oscar Romero and Father Ragheed Ganni and also Mother (soon to be Saint) Teresa of Calcutta.

You see – there’s more to being a champion than being number one.  However, most people don’t long remember those who come in second, or third – or last.  I remember watching films of the 1968 Mexico City Summer Olympics; specifically, films of John Stephen Akwhari, the Tanzanian marathon runner who, despite his injuries from a terrible fall, continued running and entered the stadium over an hour after every other runner had finished.  When asked why he didn’t quit after his fall, Akwhari simply said “My country did not send me five thousand miles to start the race.  They sent me five thousand miles to finish the race.”  He received a standing ovation from all who remained in the stadium after the awards ceremony, and you can be sure all who saw him run around that track remember the name of the man who came in last.  He is their champion.

Abby D’Agostino and Nikki Hamblin went to Rio to run in the women’s 5,000 meter race.  Neither had any idea they would be remembered for much more than their running.  As champion athletes selected for their American and New Zealand women’s track teams respectively, these women were already warriors on the track.  That competitiveness may have led to the collision and fall that took place during a qualifying heat in Rio; it’s difficult to say with certainty.  What can be, and was said is what defined these women’s championship moment for the rest of their lives.  Being a champion can require you to empty yourself of ambition and sacrificially focus on the needs of another.  When the severely injured D’Agostino saw Hamblin lying on the track, she turned back to help her up.  The American later said in a statement to the media “Although my actions were instinctual at that moment, the only way I can and have rationalized it is that God prepared my heart to respond that way… This whole time here he’s made clear to me that my experience in Rio was going to be about more than my race performance — and as soon as Nikki got up I knew that was it.”  I guess being a champion is always about winning a medal or a trophy, but it IS always about faithfully doing what God has enabled you to do, the way He tells you to do it, when He tells you to do it – no matter what.

 

© 2016 Curt Savage Media

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Not Your Mother’s Barbie

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Having a daughter fourteen years after what we thought was the end of our child bearing – two sons and done – was quite a lifestyle shock for all four of us.  I was wearing as much pink as I could buy in the gift shop when I left the hospital with my new daughter.  I believe our sons were in shock.  I’m pretty sure my wife was too; I know she was exhausted.  I took a month of leave from work and spent much of that time with my baby daughter sleeping on my chest.  I thought a lot about what kind of world she had been born into and how she would change mine.

When our daughter was old enough, we went through some of our storage boxes and found a whole box of dolls from when my wife was about our daughter’s age.  There was also an entire container of Barbie Doll sized 1960’s and 70’s fashion design dresses custom sewn by my mother-in-law.  The dresses were beautiful!  The dolls were very “dated” looking, but they were still in great shape and our daughter loved having them.

I always thought my sister’s Barbie Dolls were kind of freakish looking.  I mean, I didn’t know any girls who looked like that, but I knew a lot of girls who tried to.  There were girls who we swore were being forced by their moms to try to be like Barbie.  I think those moms were trying to vicariously relive their teenaged years through their daughters.  The poor girls were always stressing out about test scores, report cards, parts in the plays, spots on the cheer squads, boyfriends.  These girls panicked if they gained a few pounds, got a pimple or didn’t make Honor Roll.  Some of them were my friends.  I know they were doing terrible things to keep their waists skinny, to make their breasts look bigger and to get the approval of someone – anyone.  Sometimes they passed out in class from not eating and sometimes I found them sitting alone somewhere on campus and I could hear them crying.  They were not their mother’s Barbies.  It was difficult for me to understand as a guy; I thought most of these girls appeared to be pretty amazing in all respects.

I assumed I understood girls.  I lived with 3, sometimes 5, of them; my grandmother, my mother, my sister and my cousins.  They did their stuff, I did mine and everything was fine as long as I remembered Mother’s Day, Christmas and birthdays.  I liked girls enough that I decided to marry one.  I picked a great one, but she was a lot different from the girls I lived with and their Barbie Dolls.  When my wife gave birth to our children, I discovered she was a lot stronger than me.  She’s also a lot smarter and she has her own opinions and I needed to make time to listen; this was different.  Enter my next teacher.  My daughter has taught me more about girls than all of the other girls in my entire life!  You know what?  She’s nothing like those little plastic dolls.  Yes, she’s shaped like a dancer, but her personality is way more complex.  There’s not a shallow or indifferent cell in her body.  She experiences everything like it’s an event and claims she has so many friends because “I try to be kind to everybody and I try to like everybody.”  My daughter has shown me dimensions of the female psyche I never knew existed.  She’s not trying to be anyone’s Barbie but she is being, I believe, the person God created her to be.

For a long time, I didn’t take the time to learn very much about girls.  It seems neither did a lot of other people.  Men were designing things and marketing things to girls and women while most of those men knew very little about girls or women.  Just as my world went through a radical paradigm shift after getting to know a little girl, I think the rest of the world is finally beginning to take the time to have the same experience.  As more and more women enter the boardrooms, become design engineers and join marketing firms, the understanding that they are not their mothers’ Barbies is becoming increasingly apparent.  Even at Mattel, Inc., the owners of the Barbie Doll brand, they’re getting it.  Some of the dolls have been redesigned to more closely resemble real women.  It’s amazing it took the company until 1998 to design a Barbie with flat feet.  They were excited to be able to introduce a doll that could stand on her own two feet.  Girls had been able to do that forever.  It’s long past time to recognize the girls and women of the world are not perfect, plastic, poseable dolls with little to offer; there is so much more to them than that. Ken is finally figuring this out.

© 2016 Curt Savage Media

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Election Smoke and Mirrors

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Mark Twain is quoted as having said “If voting made any difference, they wouldn’t let us do it.”  It can be tempting to believe that if you follow politics at all.  Cynicism and doubt rear their ugly heads and drag their citizen victims down the path to apathy.  Once firmly established in the apathetic camp, indifference is the tone among the politically disenfranchised until a new battle cry is written, a social media group is formed, the victim flag is unfurled and the apathetic masses yearning to have their share go marching in the direction of the media outlets.

What’s not to be cynical and apathetic about?  The candidates smile, wink, shake hands and join in for selfies when votes are on the line.   They “completely understand our difficulties”.  They document how many times they voted along our special interest lines.  No matter what those lines are, they’re with us – as long as it’s the “us” with the most chances of getting them precious votes.  What do they stand for?  Well – that depends.  What do YOU stand for?  I asked them first. Around and around it goes.  If someone accidentally gets too close to the truth, Team Distraction takes over and shifts attention to some perceived, or at least factually reengineered, short coming of any other candidates.

If you happen to be able to identify with and believe in a candidate at the earliest beginnings of a campaign season, don’t get too attached to your choice.  There’s a very good chance you will never get to actually vote for them in a Presidential Primary Election – especially if you live in…say…Pennsylvania for example.  We kind of envy voters in New Hampshire.  They actually HAVE a choice from the full field of candidates.  Maybe it has something to do with their “Live Free or Die” state motto.  I mean –who would want to deny them the right to a real political voice and end up with a bunch of dead (or cynical and apathetic) people lying around.  We’ll save that scenario for the District of Columbia  who votes last and who’s residents don’t even have a voting representative in Congress by the way.  Oh, and one more thing; if you registered as an independent, you don’t matter at all during the primaries just like the points on the “Who’s Line is It?” game show.

After the mock democratic process of the Presidential Primaries conclude, the “choices of the populace” go before the party electors at the respective Democratic and Republican National Conventions.  These “electors” are exactly what the name implies.  They are party high rollers, partisan power brokers, the faithful followers of the elephants and donkeys with shovels in hands ready to sling the political poo.  I want to share just a couple of interesting and disturbing facts about the conventions.  First, the money spent on all aspects of “conventioning” will probably exceed 200 million dollars this year.  Second, conventions accomplish nothing because the candidates were already chosen well before the conventions, except in the event of a “brokered” convention where the electors refuse to confirm the people’s choice for the party.  That could happen this year.

This mockery of a democratic process, supposedly by the people,  for selecting a Presidential Candidate could not be any more broken.  Get rid of the electoral college.  After four months of politicking by ALL candidates, a real primary could be conducted in one day.  ALL voters would vote, including independents.  Get rid of the nominating conventions.  The General Election in November should be a national holiday with a media blackout until all polls are closed coast to coast.  With internet technology and available security protocols this can be, and must be done to have any hope of getting rid of the smoke and mirrors and reclaiming and reengaging the apathetic and disenfranchised future of America.

© 2016 Curt Savage Media

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Can You See Me?

I was just sitting in front of my laptop thinking about the myriad of things I could write about.  There were a lot of things in the news, but most of them were kind of negative.  Being an election year, I was thinking about political things but didn’t really want to write about what I was thinking.   I was staring into my big jar of jelly beans, and that was giving me some ideas.  My 9 year old daughter kept hovering around like a satellite asking me what I was I was going to write about.  She saw the blank screen in front of me.  “I have an idea” she announced.

I pulled my eyes away from the jelly beans.  “Really?” I queried.  “Yep” she said as she jumped up into my lap and took over the keyboard.  Naomi typed a title onto the blank template; “Can You See Me?”  That was an interesting title.  I began talking with my daughter about what that meant.  Turns out, it means a lot.

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“Sometime we forget others have feelings. I mean, it’s easy to do.  Someone can just start talking without considering if another person has anything to share in the conversation.  They just keep monologuing without giving anyone else a chance to say anything.  It’s like conversational bullying.  Then other kids come over and jump into the conversation, but they don’t even acknowledge that you are there – like you’re invisible.  That can really hurt someone’s feelings.

Sometimes, people make the lame excuse “Well, I don’t know them”.  It’s like understanding math, or language arts or reading.  You have to study something to know it and understand it.  It’s the same thing with understanding people.  It takes work.  You can’t just look at a book and know what’s inside; you have to open it.

And it’s not fair to listen to what people say about other people.  Sometimes, someone might just be jealous, or not like someone, and then they say all kinds of mean things about them and try to get their friends not to like that person anymore.  It’s true sometimes people can seem kind of weird, but amongst all the weirdness, there can be one spot of decency; something awesome.  I try to like everybody so I have lots of friends; younger friends and older friends.  I also think it’s important to show compassion to people who have been bullied or hurt by other people.

Instead of treating someone like you can’t see them, you should include them and be kind to them and be their friend.  If you have been mean to someone by excluding them from your circle of friends, you should go to them and apologize.  If you don’t, you never know.  That might create a time when other people talk about how mean you are and your friends might even start leaving you.  It’s like a boomerang coming back and bonking you on the head.  Then you’ll want someone to be kind to you and include you with their friends.

If parents wanted to know of one thing they could do to make life better for us kids, it would be this – please teach your children how to be kind to others.”

From the mouths of babes.

© 2016 Curt Savage Media

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