And The Fight Goes On…And On

I’ve been around a few years now and seen and done some things. Today many young people think grass roots activism is something new to their generation. Thinking about this, at least in my generation, Social Activism has been around for a long time, spanning many, many generations. You can’t know what you don’t know.

I remember birth control or, “The Pill”. No one considered out of the gate that for the first time in history, Women will have control over their reproductive system. What the adults around me thought, and perhaps some still do, is only, “Dirty Women”, want the pill. Dirty in this perspective was not referring to the lack of hygiene.

DDT, the pesticide was sweeping its way around the world, touted as the greatest thing since sliced bread. Initially a few groups of people saw it for what it was, the greatest poison ever unleashed. It wasn’t until California Condors were almost extinct, that the rest of the country got on board. It was looking grim for several years, and some species still have not recovered from DDT.

Women’s Liberation! Following in the footsteps of, “The Pill”, Women’s Liberation swept the country. From control over their bodies, Women wanted control of their destiny. Women were once again demanding their right to equality. This time very loudly. The most common symbol of the time were ‘bras’ going up in literal flames in public happenings; meeker women showed their support by leaving their bras at home. What scandal that was!

Equal Rights. Who did those people think they were? Don’t they know their place? This was an all too common sentiment around the country. Thankfully the Hippies and those of this generation changed opinion, and changed the country a little, the fight unfortunately still continues for Racial Equality.

Social Change is momentary, the poison doesn’t get vanquished. Keep fighting for what’s right.

Three Huggers. People who saw the value in ancient and modern forests, and wanted to put an end too deforestation and destroyed habitat. They were out there in front of the Logging Companies, ringing trees with their bodies, and driving spikes into trees to destroy chain and other saws, should an attempt be made to harvest them.

Viet Nam War and Government Disobedience. Up until this period, too many people ignorantly put their trust in Government, like so many people do today. They relinquished their civil liberties because they foolishly thought the Government knew best, and would protect them and keep them safe.

It took a horrible war in a far off land to wake people and open their eyes. Mostly Sons who were slated for the draft and their Mothers. Followed shortly by returning War Veterans who saw the senselessness of what was being done first hand.

These activists and protestors changed how we felt about war and the killing of our finest young men in war. It was all too easy before for old men to send young men off to be killed and maimed in war. At least we stopped the draft.

Then I became married and the world moved on around me. Movements came and movements went. Protests and protestors were viewed under different light depending on the year. Being a Father and Husband, I had to focus on family, and let the world take care of itself. I made a mistake.

The ozone layer problem came and went, as I did my small part, while others gave it the fight it deserved. In less than a year, most of the world understood the problem, and came up with a fix. End of the world diverted for real this time.

Now we have a Global Warming, and are slowly becoming aware of what we have done and are doing to our planet. Once again, old men are only interested in money, and care little about the lives of their Grandchildren, as if having money makes destroying the world all right.

My point to all this, is this. Many of the issues and problems of today, I thought were resolved in turn as I grew up. The problem is old habits and old thinking diminish slower than we grow up and grow old. Scared selfish people will never go away, and they will revert every good we do if not prevented from doing so.

Keep fighting, but don’t fight wearing rose colored glasses. What seems like winning the war of a very important cause today, will prove to be a minor skirmish in and ongoing campaign, as the years roll by you. You can’t slow down and rest on your achievements. Your victories will be challenged all through your life and you will find, you’re never done.

Customize Products You Use – Life Hack

I get really excited thinking about idea! It started sometime last month. I was making chicken and rice soup for dinner. As the soup was almost done, I was thinking how nice I can add ingredients and spices to have the soup taste exactly as I want.

Most of the meal I cook taste exactly as I want, but the I never thought past cooking. About a week later, I was making myself some coffee. I had two bags of coffee I enjoyed and would switch off coffees every other day. French Roast today and Colombian Coffee tomorrow. This is when I had a flash of an idea.

You too can remix your coffee, shampoo and lotion for the results you want!

If I enjoy both of these coffees separately, what would happen if I combined them? So I did. I made myself coffee using both a mix of both coffees. The result was coffee much closer to what I wanted in my perfect cup of customized coffee!

A few days later while in the shower, the next customize idea arrived. I have this organic scalp condition. I got it from rinsing off many years ago in a lake in full algae bloom. I know it is organic as it would almost go away, and then over a few days it would be back with a vengeance, breaking out all over my scalp.

Last month’s outbreak was particularly bad. I use two different shampoos to control it. One is a medicated shampoo and the other a Tea Tree Oil shampoo. Both work, but not well enough to ‘cure’ my scalp problem. In desperation, I went to the Internet to find a shampoo recipe I could make at home that would do what I wanted. As I read different recipes, noting the most popular ingredients two things became apparent.

I could make a homemade shampoo for half of what it costs off the shelf. I could not find ingredients in small quantities or cheaply. The cost of the ingredients to start making cheap shampoo were expensive en mass and bulky. It was also questionable if the ingredients had a long enough shelf life to be useful.

I decided for a few days to mix both my shampoos and try them out. It worked so well, I combined them in a fifty-fifty mix. It has been three weeks now and my scalp problem has been solved. Gone is my repeating cycle of recession and outbreak.

I am not sure what I will customize next. Maybe body wash or skin lotion. Without thinking about it before, I already use mixed laundry soap and simple home cleaners, which give better results for a lot less money. For example, a little de-greasing dish soap and a little bleach turn cheap laundry soap into a world class product. The same idea applies to floor cleaning. A little cheap cleaner with a little de-greasing dish soap makes the kitchen floor cleaner for less than buying a brand name product.

Possibilities are there to make your own custom mix for your needs. If business can mix ingredients five-hundred gallons at a time, I know I can make my custom mix at home combining a few cheap products into my world class product.

One caveat, read and heed labels! When it comes to combining cleaning products, use care in what you mix. Some common cleaners and ingredients sitting in your kitchen and laundry room when mixed can have disastrous results.

Mix discreet ingredients with cleaners only after searching the Internet for compatibility and then only in a very small quantity. The last thing you want is to burn your hair off, bleach all your laundry white, melt your flooring, create toxic gas or a dangerous chemical reaction next to your face.

Do not attempt to mix Toilet Bowl Cleaners! Some Toilet Bowl Cleaners if mixed with other products will cause toxic gas or other very serious chemical reactions! Do not attempt to mix them. Read labels.

Combining lotions and shampoos are one thing, cleaners of any type should be only mixed with extreme caution after determining if they can be combined. Read all labels and precautions. Stick to skin soap, shampoo, and lotion and you should be okay. A trip to the emergency room for chemical burns definitely offsets all benefits gained from experimenting.

New Years 2019, New Not Improved

A New Year is once again here. Without trying, we start to stress and worry about the changes we are going to inflict upon ourselves. In the end, we will end up a year form now, fairly close to where we are in the moment. Unless of course we really make an effort to go through the investment of creating a new and improved model of us. Not an easy undertaking, as the most of the world does not want us to change and improve.

This year instead of regurgitating some words that are pretty much what I have felt over time about the New Year, I provided four links to what I have written in the past.

In the interim, my best for you and your journey through the New Year. I hope you make the changes you think you want to make, and you are pleased with the result. If I may make a small suggestion, decide to make changes that make you a better you, not a changed you. These changes tend to be more permanent and pleasing.

New Years Coming

Improving the New Year You

What New Years Resolutions

New Years Worthwhile Resolutions

Of course, you can just search, “new years”, or “resolutions” on my blog search.

Happy New Year!

Flow with, don’t fight the New Year

Guide to a Better Life

I heard and read about a book, mentioned now and again, “A Course in Miracles”. I never read a lot about it, passing references. A few years ago, I found, “A Course in Miracles”, in a local bookstore (yes, we still have a few here), but it was way more than I wanted to pay for a [unknown] book. Especially a book that was more merely mentioned than written about. So I forgot about it as other ideas and things caught my interest.

As one of the laws of, “The Secret”, made itself apparent, I found, A Course in Miracles”, this week, in its original plastic wrapping for a whopping $3.49! Needless to say, I decided I could spend that little on the book, and if I didn’t like it, I would not feel bad about it. I found a surprise inside, it is the latest edition, lucky me. I must be ready for the information it holds.

A Course in Miracles, is a hidden gem of a book. Recommended reading if you want to improve your life.

The book is divided into three parts, Text, Workbook for Students, and Manual for Teachers. I started reading the Text portion, intending to follow up with , “Workbook for Students” section. After a few days reading the Text, I was hooked and decided I can read the, “Text” portion and complete the, “Workbook for Students”, section at the same time.

I have read some of the Text and completed the first two lessons. The, “Workbook for Students”, at least the first two lessons, which is all I have done so far, are intended to hit you in the forehead with a baseball bat. Anyone who has not gone through this process in a different setting, will be thrust into a challenging, new and exciting mindset, about the world in which we live.

Each lesson takes two one minute periods per day. I can’t speak to the rest of the lessons yet, but each objective in the first two lessons is straight forward, simple to understand, and simple to do. There is a warning or disclaimer before the first lesson, that some of the lessons may be something your disagree with and other warnings along this line. You are asked just to do the lessons as written, without agreeing with them or liking them. No one else is needed as I understand, so the lessons should be easy to complete, two minutes a day for a year, or longer if you like.

In short, the lessons are not to be a drain on your time, but may rock your world, so to speak. The first two lessons have rocked mine, already. I am already familiar with the first two lessons, so I thought they would be more an affirmation or reminder for me. Yet I found myself having new, almost foreign understandings of some past life events. I am not sure where this paradigm shift came from, as the first two lessons are not new for me, and are general, but they made radical changes in my seeing certain past and present life events all the same.

I am not sure my description of , Text, in, “A Course in Miracles” does the book justice, but I will give it a shot. I have only read a part of the Text so far, so my comments are only from that small part. The text, if read slowly and with thought, is very enlightening. I have learned in a few days reading the full circle of some of the things I am able to accomplish, which I won’t bore you with as they belong in a different setting.

Up until now, I was aware I accomplished these things, but lacked the understanding of why. Probably a poor analogy, but think of ‘discovering’ you are a natural athlete in a sport, but you never tried before. I feel like this in some areas of my life from past events that improved my life. Through some unknown process changes happened, but I could only a guess as to why, and the structure behind them.

In just a few short paragraphs during my browsing, the process is explained and those loose ends which I could only guess at, I now understand more fully, though not completely. Subjects are blocked out, and stay on subject with little sidelining. Much better than a talk I never made it though on, How Judges Think.

As of this post, after only two lessons, I recommend, if you find an affordable copy of this book, “A Course in Miracles”, and start reading and doing the lessons, your life change in ways you never imagined.

More Than a Dollar

This post is a ‘clean’ post. However the content is not for children…

Something strange happened today. I went to a local mall to eat Chinese food. I was alone. To get where I was going from where I parked, I needed to walk through a store. As I walked, there on the floor was a semi-crumpled crumpled bill laying on the floor.

Of course I picked the bill up, hoping it was a twenty, but it was only a dollar. Being in a generous mood, I held the bill in my hand as I walked. I walked on perhaps another thirty feet, outside the store and into the mall proper.

Found a dollar

When a dollar isn’t really a dollar.

There was a bench, and sitting on the bench was a Father with his perhaps four year old Son playing on the floor. I walked up to the Father. I asked him, not looking at the child, “I found this on the floor, would your Son like to have a dollar bill?” The Father said, “No thank you”. I said, ” I found it on the floor, right over there (pointing)”.

It took a second or two for ‘No’ to register in my brain… I found this absolutely astounding! What was the Father thinking? Why would he decline free money? I was completely at a loss. I put the bill in my pocket, walked over the cafe, ordered and ate my dinner.

As I ate, I pondered these possibilities. 1.) The Father was not white. Did he think I thought he was broke and needed money? 2.) For whatever reason, the Father was offended by my offer of money. 3.) The Father, in a pedophile-phobia mind set, determined I was a pedophile, and by giving him a dollar bill to give to his son, his son would somehow become infected or targeted?

As I pondered these three possibilities, I though perhaps numbers one and two were possible. Perhaps the Father was offended by my offer for whatever reason. I thought number three was so far out there, it could not possibly apply. After eating I was to meet some people for coffee.

As the coffee clutch conversation slowed a bit, I brought up the situation at the mall, and the rejected dollar bill offer. I asked the group what they thought the reason was? To my surprise, the unanimous vote was the Father determined I was probably a pedophile! I was and am absolutely amazed this was not only the majority opinion, but the only opinion!

I can not make the jump from offering the Father a dollar bill to give to his Son, is any way related to being a probable pedophile. Even if it were possible, how does giving the Father a dollar bill effect the Son and his safety? It’s now, a few hours later, I still can not make that leap of thought. I only spoke to the Father, and offered the dollar bill to the Father. I simply can not make the jump, as to how the pedophile idea was the uniform conclusion.

I think this must be a brain virus in action. Too many generations of being told to fear, Chester the Molester, or the Man in the Van. Any thoughts?

Homelessness, Land of Uneven Surfaces

Sir, can you spare some change?

No, but I will buy you something to eat if you are hungry.

Three minutes of trying to get her act together, finally entering the Fast Food Place where they were standing six feet from the door.

Semi dirty hair, dirty hands, face, and skin areas, clothing and bags dirty.

“I just got out of an abusive relationship…referring to meth scabs maybe?

My Daughter is with a sitter today. Okay…

It’s my day off from work today…..

I stay in a hotel, it’s forty-two dollars a night.

I’m getting section eight housing in one week ten days…eighty-five dollars a month, I can swing that.”

I place my order, less than $3.00. Their food bill adds up to $9.86!?

She suggested, “Let’s sit here?” Okay.

I sit down, she leaves to fill soda from machine. Minutes click by. I wonder if she forgot what she was doing. Her number is called, called again, called a third time.

She comes back to the table. I say, “You order is ready, they called your number.”

She gets her food, three large drinks and a sausage biscuit and sits down.

Easy slide to the bottom when you are homeless.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Some Woman told an employee, they can’t believe they let people like me in here. Then she tells Me, ‘I am filthy and I stink’. Why do people think they can talk to me like that, like I’m a piece of trash, and not human?”

I am thinking to myself, well the filthy comment fits, I’m in agreement with the woman about the comments. However, there is no excuse for people talking like that to anyone like that, true or not.

She takes large drink of one large shake, then another, and nods off.

“You okay?” She wakes up, starts spreading jelly on her biscuit and her hands….Nods off again. Drooling this time.

Hello?

Opens her eyes, repeats section eight housing story. Nods off again. Opens eyes, “I’m so tired.”

I say, “It appears to me, whatever you have doing isn’t working to well for you, have you heard of “shelter name”.

I won’t go there! I won’t go to any shelter. They get into your business, and I don’t want that. I have been waiting two years for cheap housing, and I’m not going to blow it. I have to wait a week, and three days, and I’m in. Nods off again.

I wonder to myself if she has a week and three days left. I think it may be a coin flip.

I suggest (because she was nodding again), “Why don’t you use a different name? It would give you a chance to clean up, eat and get some real sleep.”

“Have you ever been in one of those places? You don’t know what they are like! (hmmm) How can you sit there and tell me what to do? I don’t want CYFD (Child Welfare) in my business. Why does everyone who gives me money or buys me food think they have the right to tell me what to do?

Maybe they care about you and your condition?, I’m thinking, if I were someone else, I may have paid you for other things, if I didn’t care about my health and well being….

“Are you from here, where did you grow up?”

“I was born in the xxx area, and grew up in the xxxxxxx area.” I’m getting housing in one week and three days, $85.00 a month. My own place. A bed for my daughter.” Nods off…

Opens eyes, “Did you hear a thing I said?

I repeat back what she told me, only one iteration though. “Are you sure about not getting some help, you look like you could use some good sleep.”

“I’m so tired….Why do you think you have the right to tell me what to do? I’m sick of people like you telling me what to do! Who do you think you are?” (I am thinking, ‘someone who is concerned about you doesn’t count I suppose’.)

I’ve had about enough at this point. This woman either hasn’t hit rock bottom, or she does not realize she has already crash landed, and they only place left to fall is to die. Frustration overrides my concern. You can lead a horse to water, but you can’t make it drink. In her case, I’m not even sure, if she knows what is going on.

“Do you have some money you could give me? Anything will help.”

“I do not have any money to give you. I spent almost ten dollars on your food. That was a lot of money for me to spend on you.“

“I only need like twenty more dollars to get a hotel room for the night…for my daughter and me. I have almost half of it.”

“I do not have any money to give you.”

She starts falling asleep again.

“I have to go now, I have somewhere to be. I truly hope the next time I see you, you have your apartment, your daughter, and you are doing well. I hope I do not see you as you are now. Good Luck, and my best for you.”

No response, or perhaps that was the response. As I drive, the conversation slowly fades away, forgotten.

Today, I am getting ready to meet someone, when crashing into my thoughts is the woman I left at the table yesterday. Almost overwhelming thoughts of her. It’s not apparent to me why she has taken over my thoughts, and what these thoughts mean. Twelve hours later, and they still haunt me, coming in lingering waves spacing farther apart, and smaller with each arrival.

Perhaps it is because she isn’t the run of the mill homeless person I am used to seeing. Most homeless people are obviously homeless, but getting along somehow, semi clean and looking like they eat enough.

This woman was skinny as a rail, no fat on her. Dirty, and nothing worth anything on her person, worn out cloths and flip flops. She had a half pack of cigarettes, and a container of bright pink lipstick she wore above and below each lip. She like her clothes looked worn out. The one bag she had her possessions stuffed into was in worse condition.

I say more than a few short prayers today for this woman. If anyone ever needed at least praying for it is her. I know she is beyond anything I can do for her. I doubt she even remembers yesterday, the meal and halting angry conversation.

Veiled Racism in Advertising

If you watch network television or other media using general family advertising, it is likely you are unknowingly being sublimely influenced by well Veiled Racism. This current approach is so subtle, that unless you are doing the almost unheard of – thinking while watching – you do not even realize what is going on.

There are only a few of these commercials showing in the moment, but more are likely on the way. These few commercials are getting a lot of air time. These commercials are, “Family” scenario commercials, in that they take place using a basic family unit for the commercial. The family unit consists of a White Father, Black Mother, and a Black Child, a girl of course.

On the surface these commercials seem perfectly harmless. On the surface they are Family oriented commercials with a story wrapped around the selling of a product. We sit and watch these commercials, brain off, waiting for the show to resume. Turn your brain back on, and give these commercials some thought and you should become angry over what you are seeing!

Are your thoughts on Racism and the Family Unit being manipulated?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Or perhaps and more to the point, angry about what you are not seeing. The family unit in each of these commercials is a White Father, Black Mother, and Black girl. Get it? Of course the White Father is the role model of all Fathers. The Black Woman and Child are of course, the perfect compliment to the perfect White Father.

In one commercial, the White Father is suffering some intestinal disease. The Black Mother and Black Child look on with dismay and concern as the White ignorant Father struggles with his dilemma. Really? Is this how it is in the real world?

I didn’t really ‘see’ what I have been watching in these commercials until today when something triggered how well Veiled Racism is alive and well, buried in these disturbing commercials. If these marketers are trying to break down racial barriers and further promote interracial relations while promoting their product, they are doing a rather poor job. If they are trying to reflect current reality, they are doing a worse job. That only leaves on other option, and it is ugly.

Why don’t we see a Family Unit commercials consisting of a Black Father and a White Mother, with a White Child who is also a girl? Are we only accepting of the idea of White Men and Black Women with a Child who may or may not be theirs together?

Do we see in our everyday day life any semblance of what we see in these commercials? I don’t. How about a commercial with a Hispanic Father and a White Mother and White Child, also a girl? How about an Asian Father and a White Mother and White Child, also a girl? Perhaps Marketers see this scenario in the same light they see a Black Father with a White woman and White child?

This idea of one acceptable racial family unit may or may not be influenced by the current President and his politics. However, we need to think about this and express the right and need to vote with our pocketbooks. Let these racially biased advertisers and the product they represent know without a doubt that making selectively, “approved” commercials needs to expand to other family units, and quick. Either advertise using mixed race combination of family units across all markets, or stop these types of commercials completely.

Every Race has outstanding Fathers, Mothers, and Children. Almost every community enjoys mixed race family units as part of their population. Except for some very shortsighted people, we do not think twice seeing a mixed race family unit during our daily activities. We must not be willing to allow advertising to reshape our view of what is acceptable, and what is not for a family unit?

Mixed Race Family Units is reality. Selectively using, “approved” mixed race families in advertising is just plain wrong. Take a moment, when you see one of these very slick, focused, White Father, Black Mother and Black girl family unit commercials, and let the the product manufacturer know you live in the real world, and they either need to get with the program, or you may prefer to purchase a competitor’s product, which may be better than their product.

High Intensity Interval Training, My One Month Observations

I have been reading a lot about exercise lately. I joined a gym, and had an hour with an instructor. The hour turned out to be more of a sales pitch than anything else, but there may be a few seeds of knowledge in what I heard. The instructor holds a Masters Degree in Human Physiology, so I believe most of what he said. He lost me at the $400.00 per month trainer cost to get me looking like an American Ninja competitor in six months. I thought six months was too quick, maybe if he said seven months I would have signed up….

Between, the instructor, books and the web, I have learned exercise has changed a lot over the years. Smarter exercise is better exercise. Longer exercise times are not always smarter or better. Science seems to show almost everyone can get themselves in reasonable physical condition in as little as thirty minutes a week, as quickly as a few months.

The idea of High Intensity Interval Training is simple, once it is understood. It seems our bodies may not made for trotting all day alongside a herd of Antelope waiting for our chance to strike. The newer exercise science seems to declare we are made for reasonable movement mixed with all out spurts of action or movement mixed in.

Translated into something I understand, all out spurts of action means as little as one minute of cycling, running, swimming, cross country skiing, or performing any total body activity at the fastest possible speed. This all out action is repeated three times after warmup, with intervals of slower or recovery movement in between the all out portions.

Here is my plan using the ideas from High Intensity Interval Training:

1. Warm up. Perhaps a minute of jumping jacks followed by two minutes of walking, or simply walking about three minutes at a moderate pace.

2. Run as fast as I am able, with a goal of running all out for a full minute.

3. Slow to a walk for two to three minutes of recovery (catching my breath).

4. Run as fast as I am able, with a goal of running for a full minute.

5. Slow to a walk for two to three minutes of recovery (catching my breath).

6. Run as fast as I am able, with a goal of running for a full minute.

7. Slow to a walk for final recovery.

Exercise and feel younger, Exercise and feel better

I started using this High Intensity Interval Training exercise idea about a month ago, I could only run my fastest for about ten seconds. Muscles in my hips and upper thigh complained loudly and painfully. I thought at first I would not be able to do this as the pain was so quick and pronounced.

The pain remained for some days. The exercise reward seemed non-existent. I went through my cycles with a goal of this exercise plan every other day, or three times a week.

It is now a month or so later, and I am up to all out running all out for about thirty to forty seconds. No pain. My Recovery Walk lasts two to four minutes instead of ten or twelve. High Intensity Interval Training has a lot going for it after all. I confess I am a converted skeptic about High Intensity Interval Training.

As a baseline, I want to mention, I walk a lot. When the weather and other things cooperate, I walk somewhere around 15 miles or more a week. Running however is a whole different animal.

I do not remember having as much as jogged in the last twenty years. After 40, running was thought to cause joint problems. Initially running was where my major pain came from. I discovered I had several smaller unused or little used muscles around my lower hips and  hip joint.

Which brings me to something the instructor salesman told me which may or may not be true. As we sail past about fifty years of age, we become much more efficient at the things we do. If we are going to get up, we do two or more things because we are up.

Our body also starts to quit using non essential muscles, and even some muscles that are useful, but not mandatory in our lifestyle. Muscles start to deteriorate because we do not use them.

Setting my skepticism aside, I am sold on High Intensity Interval Training as the most productive use of limited exercise time. If you are like me and have not moved faster than a fast walk for some years, you may want to buy a bottle of your preferred pain reliever first.

Of course always check with your doctor, and read what you can find about High Intensity Interval Training to determine if this is the right exercise for you. I find I enjoy High Intensity Interval Training and the gains are fast – once the pain goes away.

Teen Thinking Help

I remember being a Teenager. I had more energy than brains. My thought to action process took place in seconds. If it looks like fun, do it. This was about all there was to my thinking. I thought it was just me but over the years I noticed it wasn’t just me. It is how a normal male and possibly female Teenage Brain works – little thought, lots of action.

I was luckier than most. I grew up in a rural area. There wasn’t a lot to destroy, or get into trouble over. I am not sure how I would have fared if I had been born and raised in a city, like where I live now. The Teenage brain has not changed, only mine has as I have aged. The Teen brain has two states, on and off.

There is a group in Chicago which is teaching Teens about pausing and thinking before acting. How to create a decision making process instead of reacting. Since it was started, violent crime, and especially murder rate has dropped dramatically in the the Teen age group where the program is active.

The program is named BAM, an acronym for Becoming a Man. The main purpose of the program is to teach teens to think slower, and not act on impulse. The program shows a lot of success in just teaching at risk teens to pause and think for about thirty seconds before acting.

This gives a Teen and his brain a chance to think before acting. Is the argument worth fighting, going to prison, or dying for? The short pause the BAM program teaches, is saving lives, and keeping otherwise good kids out of the prison system.

This is a concept that every parent should be teaching their kids starting before the teen years kick in. Here is an example of Teen no Think in action.

Teens act on impulse first, and think about results later.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The picture above is of is a plastic bag dispensing container placed along walking path. The bags are there for dog walkers using the walking path to pick up and dispose of their dog’s droppings. There is a trash can for dog dropping disposal close by. Before these dispensers were put up along the walking path, it was no fun walking. There were piles of dog droppings about every three feet, and it stank – bad!

Notice the bags are yanked out and pulled around? This was done by a bored Teen acting on impulse. I am sure how the thought entered his mind, and he started yanking bags as soon as he reached the dispenser. I am sure it felt good too. It filled the need to do something.

Now if the the Teen Boy let himself think twenty or thirty seconds about this action before starting, he would have come to a better decision: People use these bags to clean up their Dog’s droppings. If I pull this apart there will be fewer bags available. That would mean more stinky dog droppings on the walking path. This is a stupid idea.

Obviously, the Teen Boy never thought about what he was going to do, he simply did it. I know now after he has had to think about it he feels really silly. I am sure it is not something he is telling his friends about. Thinking thirty seconds before acting is something everyone, not just Teens should practice. It saves lives, and makes life better for everyone.

 

Of Course NFL Coaches Are Scared of Their Players

Of course NFL Coaches are scared of what their Players will do if they are not not happy.

Top Players could leave the team, crippling the team

Top Players could not play their A game, every moment of the game

Team morale may fall, and Top Players have a lot to do with team morale

Team support by sponsor’s may dwindle as team starts playing less than their best

Fans quit showing up at the stadium, hurting sales of seats and concessions, and overall revenue

Of course NFL Sponsors are busy wrapping themselves in the American Flag. Each sponsor has it’s own reasons why they stand out from the crowd, both supporting American Soldiers and America’s right to protest. Kind of covers all the bases for NFL Sponsors? How nice.

Fans go to games for various reasons. Some of them are:

Entertainment, getting away from pressures of life, relax and support their home team. Do Fans really want politics played out on the field before them?

Players in the NFL are paid to play. They have several other means available to make a difference, including, “putting their money where their knee is”, to protest and draw media attention to their cause.

NFL Players are not the practically penniless Olympians on the podium in 1968, who were forced to share a pair of gloves in a, “Black Power Salute“,  because that is all they had. Those guys were not only putting their Olympic appearance on the line, they put their future on the line, and paid a hefty price in the doing.

John Carlos, Tommie Smith, Peter Norman 1968cr

As I presume you know about working for a living, do you know what your right to free speech is in your workplace? In case you are not aware, your freedom of speech is very limited at work. If you live in the United States, your employer has the right to loosely determine what type of speech is allowed and what type of speech is banned.

We can only imagine then, that in the NFL, and specifically at the Team level, this type of “speech” is not only allowed, but encouraged(?), out of subtle fear of players – who may or may not realize they hold power over their Coaches and Team Owners?

Who are the losers in this controversy taking place? Fans mostly. Everyone else who doesn’t follow football, or sports in general are a close second.

It is time to remember that serious change takes place slowly, and mainly takes place when one generation dies off and a younger generation replaces it.

Some times and people to think about courtesy of Wikipedia:

1865 – Slavery abolished in the United Sates by the 13’th Amendment – About 150 years ago.

1874 – Mary Ellen Wilson – Hell’s Kitchen. The first court case for the protection of a child. The case was defended using, “Cruelty to Animals” laws.

1918 – Women’s right to vote – Granted by the 18’th amendment, by one single vote.

1947 – Jack Roosevelt Robinson – First African American drafted into Major League Baseball.

1956 – Althea Gibson – First African American to cross the color barrier in tennis. Althea Gibson won the Grand Slam title in 1956.

1965 – Voting Rights Act of 1965 – Right to vote for “All Americans” – provided federal oversight of elections in discriminatory jurisdictions, banned literacy tests and similar discriminatory devices, and created legal remedies for people affected by voting discrimination – mostly African American and other minorities.

1967 – Charles Luther Sifford – First African American to play on the PGA.

1970 – Carl Maxie Brashear – First African American to become a U.S. Navy Master Diver, despite having an amputated left leg.

1983 – Guion Bluford – First African American in space. Col. Bluford went on for a total of four shuttle flights into space.

2009 – Barrack Obama – First African American President, Mr. Obama served two terms.

These people are some real African American Heroes. They did a lot more, and put a lot more on the line than than drop to one knee during the National Anthem at a football game. They put themselves on the line advancing the cause of all African Americans, breaking down numerous barriers in the process.

All these events and the people in them took place in 144 years. Personally I think this is amazing progress, for the country. Some people alive today have real and implanted memories of family members who were slaves or Klan members in the1800’s. Many people alive today have either been or know someone who was a victim of a senseless racially motivated crime. One does not have to look very hard to find an example.

What will happen in another 144 years, with barely two more generates come and gone? I hope as much as has happened in the last 150 plus years. Change doesn’t happen over night. If people want real change, they are going to have to work for it, not protest at a sports arena before a game.