ENGAGE - ENERGIZE - EMPOWER

Thursday, December 31, 2015

Dug up a treasure!


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Just stumbled across an unexpected - completely forgotten - treasure!

In checking out if I have a blog suitable for dashing off reviews about books that moved my world (and my feet), came across o2ebookshelf AND The Well Read Daughter.  While older2elder Bookshelf had nineteen posts, The Well Read Daughter had zip.  Not a one.  Just a single draft posting, from 08/0/14, with "do not post" as a subject line.

Intrigued, I opened it up. 

There was a long list of projects looking for someone to nurture them out of the not-yet into the now.  I recognize the ideas as mine, but have no memory of the list or why it's under some unused blog.  Pretty intriguing stuff!


blog
ipod
video games
wii
trivial pursuit
traditional & digital scrapbook
favorite music cd
family cd
favorite hymns 


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volunteer together
mission statement
altered journals
personal code
plant a tree
family tree
life video 
special moments jar


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art party
clothes horse
aqua belles
easy care senior garden
photo calendar, write in special dates
photo collage
family book club
family film fest
audiotape children's stories 


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legacy letters
day trips
road scholar
adult classes
laughter yoga
meditation
foodie fun
collect gardens 
walks
ball parks


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dog parks
reusable photo advent calendar
photo memory game
mini albums
album in a box
simple accordian albums
photo book marks
polymer clay
travelogues
school days through the years calendar
world events game
fashion statement figures
swim at a local hotel
tai chi
qi jong


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yoga
sporting events
minor league teams
popcorn & netflix
vacation memories
family board game
family recipes
cars
sports teams & major events
favorite books/comics


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Sunday, December 27, 2015

Chasin' the greys away


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Is this the 3rd or 4th grey, damp, dismal day in a row?  The only thing I know for sure is that I'm feeling greyed-out this Sunday afternoon, watching an impromtu West Wing marathon our teeny tiny dvd player (we've been without  t.v. since 2012) & over-indulging in potato chips dipped into Greek yogurt.  Grey weather does not set well with me - am probably putting on three times the weight gained over 12/24-25.

Around mid-afternoon, watching Matt Santos boldly save his fledging presidential run, the gloomy greys sent my memory skipping back over 35 years, to a time Mom was in Holy Redeemer Hospital.  

Admitted for a minor health glitch, Mom expected to be in & out within 48 hours.  Then, her life turned inside out.  Her personal physician, during his daily visit, said, "As long as you're stretched out, let's do a breast check," and found a tiny lump.  

For several days, she was rolled from this testing to that & back again, then all over.  Mom had no idea what was happening.  The oncologist assigned to her case had the bedside manners of Attila the Hun, talking about removing a breast as if was no big deal.  That so-called health care professional's atrocious attitude & Mom's debilitated response to the prolonged stay still informs how I view humans experiencing prolonged stays in institutions, even fine ones like HRH.


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Mom's health care crisis was the first of many essential lessons I'd learn over the next 25 years about the wild & woolly ride that can be an older person (she was a kid of 66) navigating what passes in our country as a health care system

She'd only been in the hospital three days, yet my sister & I were concerned that Mom seemed increasingly listless, less inclined to question her nurses & more likely to go along with whatever anyone who passed as a medical professional suggested.  

This was 10+ years before I learned the ins & outs & 'round abouts of our nation's practices & protocols, we were years out from anyone coining the term "Patient's Rights"; all I knew back then was that the Mom in front of us seemed a shadow of her usual self.

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Praise be, one of our dearest friends had been an RN earlier in her life.  She stopped by for a visit.  One look at Mom & she whisked Mim & me out to the hallway.  She was alarmed that Mom was turning Hospital Grey.  Returning to the room, she reviewed with Mom what her care had been, then went to the nurse's station to review with the staff what was afoot.  

She was NOT happy with what she heard, not from Mom & not from the staff.

"We've got to get her OUT of her," she advised us.

Mom's face lit up like a Christmas tree!  "Can I?" she asked & was assured by our determined friend that she absolutely could sign herself OUT.  

The nurses had conniption fits.  If it had been just Mim & myself, am sure Mom would never have been sprung from da joint, but Margaret knew what could be done.  When the nursing staff said Mom HAD to wait for them to contact the doctor, Margaret could cite, chapter & verse, why their patient had every right.  

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The four of us felt like it was a prison break!  Mom was exhilarated to have a sense of control over her own life back - the color returned to her face, her body seemed lighter, down right sprightly.  We got Mom dressed, packed & OUT of there.  When she returned later in the week, it was to a new oncologist, a man she trusted - and to a more attentive & responsive nursing staff!  

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Looking out at today's grey weather, am reminded of a dear friend who is in a very nice senior residence, who once went out & about a lot, but is now confined to basically two floors of "personal care," reduced to traveling in dozens of feet increments rather than yards, getting out no more than twice a week, compared to every day.  When I see her, it feels like a repeat of Mom back at the hospital - she's institution grey.  

When we see her, one day a week, she is hunched over.  Small wonder, since she doesn't have someone walking next to her reminding her to stand up straight as we walk the long hallways from her old room to the dining room.  When we first see her, she can barely stand;  we take her down to the front in a wheelchair.  

At first, it doesn't seem to register with her that she is going OUT - what was once her norm is now an unfamiliar aberration.  It's tricky getting her from the wheelchair to the front seat of our car, but John manages.  He returns the wheelchair to the concierge desk, awaiting our return.  By the time he's back, it's hit our dear older friend that we are headed OUT - her eyes are lit up, there's a lighter & more sprightly sense about her.

Where we once went to a variety of places, we now go directly to York Diner, on Old York Road, just above County Line, because it has the most direct access.  But it isn't easy - it takes three people to get her into the restaurant & settled.  

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What a difference between entering & exiting!  By the time we finish our dessert & coffee, color has returned to her cheeks, her old smile is back & she's laughing again, asking (for the nth time), "So, what's happening in "Burn" Athyn?"  She's able to get from the table to the front door & out to the car with just John's support. She's still wobbly, but always lighter of spirit & more steady by the time we get her back up to her apartment.

The grey day outside has me thinking of Mom, has me thinking of my friend.  Holy Redeemer Hospital is an excellent medical facility & their health care professionals had my mother's best interests in mind.  They were focused on her body, not on her spirit.  My older friend lives in a fine senior community.  The "personal care" staff are committed to providing their residents with attentive care.  But when it comes to chasin' the greys away, sometimes you need someone ~ like me, like Mim, like Margaret & my John ~ to help bust greyed-out friends & loved ones outta da joint!




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Monday, December 14, 2015

If the shoe fits...


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Rats!  Looked high & low, but can’t find a recently read piece about the “four steps to forgiveness.”  I recall that they were clearly set out & certainly seemed to make a lot of sense.  Still, I found myself pulling back from it, inching away from its arguments for a logical, linear approach to forgiving folks you feel have done you wrong.

For me, there’s been only one path to forgiveness that ever worked, that ever gave me comfort & relief from the sorry moment.   That’s feeling, nurturing & practicing compassion.  Letting myself walk a mile in their shoes – or bare feet!   Believe that they are doing their best & didn’t intend to mess up something that matters to me.  Remembering all the times that others thought they KNEW what was happening when they actually didn’t have a clue.     

This “walking a mile…” image got me thinking about forgiveness through compassion – that the upset might be due to different styles & preferences rather than intent, that it could be as simple as what fits me can be an excruciating squeeze for others.

Which makes me think of Zappos.  Zappos sells shoes online.  A lot of them.    
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That surprised me.  What woman in her right mind would want to buy a pair of shoes without trying them on, without walking in them, seeing how they look on her feet rather than artfully displayed on a shelf? 

Apparently, plenty!  Zappos understands respects honors the simple truth that we all have different shoe sizes, tastes & desires.  It offers incredible selection, but – above all – Zappos offers possibly the best customer service on the planet.  Consider the fact that, every day, they take a page out of Miracle On 34th Street’s play book & research, then send customers to competitors if they don’t have a shoe the man, woman or child wants. 

Imagine if we did that with everyone around us – kept our focus on what works for them, what defines their feelings of satisfaction rather than what works best every time for us.  Zappos doesn’t put themselves in a position where their well-being is put in danger.  They simply want to make sure that their customers are getting what they really & truly want, that they aren’t settling for less.


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How many times do we expect others to settle for less, or expect our own day-to-day experiences to be less than terrific?  Then, our knickers get in a twist if things don’t go well. 

Imagine if every one of us had the sort of 365-day return policy that Zappos offers, only with our friends family associates.  If they could let us know when something just doesn’t work for them.   Mind you, the shoes returned to Zappos (free return shipping) must be unworn & still in the original packaging.  You can’t take them for a spin & then send ‘em back for a refund.   
Along the same lines, we need to create an environment where people feel safe telling us about things that don’t work for them, for whatever reason – without fear of backlash.  That isn't any easier for Zappos than any other company.  But THEY make it safe for their customers to say, “Nope, this or these are just not right.”

Which leads me back to Zappos & forgiveness.   Zappos has a wildly liberal return police.  Order six pairs of the same shoes in different colors & return five?  Return shipment is still free, even if you returned all six.  They want to make sure the shoes you buy meet what you want or need.  

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Imagine if everyone you had contact with throughout the day felt that they could, safely, share with you concerns, even ones that hark back to you.  And that you wouldn't take it personally, but used the comments as information rather than onslaught.   That they knew you’d take it to heart, remember it, let it influence how you live. 

As mentioned earlier, as generous as Zappos’ return policy is, there are limits.  Shoes CAN be returned any time within 365 days BUT must be returned UNworn, in the original packaging.  Yep, they have their limits, including recognizing – in writing, for all their customers, vendors, employees to see -  “ that it’s ok to fire customers who are insatiable or abuse our employees.”   The customer is always right, as long as they stay within the few boundaries that Zappos sets. 

Imagine our lives if we all lived that particular value, if we all worked from the core assumption that everyone out there is doing his or her best.  If we made it safe for others to let us know when something just doesn’t work & make it easy for them to offload the unsatisfactory then work to provide what does fit their wants or needs.  That we laid down a few but well-defined & scrupulously followed guidelines.

Here’s what I’ve found over my 63 years on this planet – the best way for me to forgive others is to be compassionate, to let myself walk a mile in their shoes or  even wander barefoot along dusty roads.  To live a Zappos-infused life helps avoid a need for soul-searing forgiveness:  listening to others – all others - with a desire to provide WOW experiences; to be comfortable with & seek change; to “create fun & a little weirdness” (a big factor in being a successful life expansionist!); remain adventurous-creative-open minded; be a lifelong learner; build honest & open relationships through compassionate communication; nurture positive spirits; do more with less; foster passion & determination; stay humble.  And then do everything in my power to help others do the same! 


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Zappos thrives because it's built on customer service, not merchandise & marketing.  It's first & foremost substance, never sizzle.  Their aim is a customer who's satisfied that their shoe fits, serves their purpose, satisfies them.  

When a Zappos customer is satisfied, the company is happy & prospers.  The same can be true for each of us, with compassion, forgiveness, and looking out for each other.  


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Flash of wondering!  Were the gurus at Zappos influenced by late night film festival viewings of Mr. Smith Goes to Washington?  They sure seem to be in agreement with Jefferson Smith -  “I wouldn't give you two cents for all your fancy rules if, behind them, they didn't have a little bit of plain, ordinary, everyday kindness and a little looking out for the other fella, too.”