Personal Note

My most valued possession is my family. Even if you are living in a box somewhere, and you have the love and support of your family, you will always be wealthy. Love really is all you need. From love, great things will emerge. From your thoughts, you can create greatness.

This is what I need to remind myself of everyday to be the best person that I can be. Live your life with gratitude. Be thankful for all that you have everyday, even if it is your eyes to see or your ears to hear or your feet to walk or your hands to create. Understand your place in this Universe; how infinitesimally small you are, but how huge a contribution your Spirit is. Don't wear blinders to the world around you, you're not the only one here. Be kind, considerate, don't be judgemental, love others, and yourself. Know that you are perfect inside; that you are love.

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Does talking about race make you angry? Well, I'm gonna do it anyway...

As I sit down to write this I feel so tired. I am so tired of all of us having to have conversations like this. I'm tired of the news stories of wrong doings against each other that prompt such conversations. Not that I hate having them, I just hate the reasons why.

I went in to work Monday night not knowing what I would find or be up against during my shift. Security had been beefed up, and later in the night the National Guard was there, in the ER parking lot, a guardsman at the entrance making sure all was well.

Tuesday night there was a Humvee stationed at the entrance to the main ER parking lot, and I knew that we were still needing to be under a watchful eye. I am not upset that they were there, on the contrary, I am thrilled to feel so secure. However, I never thought I'd have to see this sight. It is certainly surreal, if nothing else, the fact that they have to be there. I mean, I work in a hospital, for crying out loud. In America. I'm not even in the "big" city. I am certainly not in a war torn land risking my life to save lost and injured souls from eminent danger (though, some days I wonder...).

The unrest in Ferguson, Mo. has raged, smoldered, rekindled and blazed anew into a situation that we may never understand how to fully extinguish. It is a representation of a cancer in this country, quite possibly the world. Even now, after the Grand Jury has made their decision and released the evidence we have all been waiting to learn for the last three months, the story of what really happened that day is still sort of in limbo, and may always be. Opinions are STILL being regurgitated, in spite of the evidence. That's just human nature, I guess. The same story can be told a hundred different ways by a hundred different people.

So how did we get here? Why did we get here?

I was browsing facebook and came across an article about the 1950's civil rights-era America "photo essay" by Gordon Parks (among being a photographer and writer, he directed the movie Shaft). I was enchanted by his photos, and it brought up a burning question in me (of course, right?). I'm posting the link for you here so you can see for yourself what I'm talking about, and I urge you to take a look at the few photos in this collection that moved me so.

The first thing I though while looking at these was, "Why didn't the rest of (white) America see these people as the same as them?"

I mean, they look just like everyone else, dress like everyone else, have homes and families and buy their children ice cream like everyone else. The children dress and play and smile just like every 50's era kid I've seen in photographs. They play "cowboys and Indians", and dream of going to the fair....

The second thing that came to mind was, "What if, at that moment in American history after the civil rights movement was won and integration was afoot, black Americans were seen and treated as equals?"

I think that this country would be a very different and much prettier picture.  If Integration was accepted and happened fully and lovingly and all people were treated equal, can you imagine how much anger and disappointment and shame and fear and hatred would have been lost from the books?

What if, at that moment in time, families were accepted as equal, men were not looked down upon as "less than" because of their skin, women were able to have jobs other than nannies, maids and cooks--if they wanted. What if there were no separate lines to walk your children up to for an ice cream treat after Sunday services or one for the water fountain or bathroom? What if these children were allowed to go to the fair they longed to run and play at, eat cotton candy and have the thrill of a once-in-a-lifetime ride like every other child in town, instead of only getting to watch longingly from the fence across the field?

What if all the children of that particular era grew up feeling equal to, instead of less than?

If they were given the opportunities to succeed that they could pass onto their children and grandchildren, and so on?

Maybe things would be a little different, perhaps? We will never know, but it sure would have been nice to see what would happen if we started treating everyone like human beings back then...

But, this is what we have now, and there's no use looking backward. We must take these lessons and go forward, learn from them and start anew. There is a lot of hurt. There is a lot of anger. There is a lot of wrong needing to be righted. Destroying each other now is not the answer.

Yesterday, I found a video that has some valid points and can be applied to EVERYONE of all races and situations. We need more examples like this young man. And another from the same page out of Milwaukee  of a passionate police chief who addressed the crime rate after being accused of acting too lackadaisical while at a crime scene. (*Note: These are very emotional, blunt and the sole opinions of the speakers. My linking to them here does not necessarily mean I agree or endorse their opinions, though I certainly may. Watch for yourself and form your own opinion).

Though I may agree with some of the thoughts in the first video, there are some who will not. According to the comments on the feed it is from, there are plenty of people who don't. Do I, as a white person, even get to agree or disagree? Is it even appropriate for me to address this issue? I think it is. Without dialect about these issues, we stay confined to our ideals, never seeing any other side to the coin; and there are always different sides. You have to be open enough to get to that point where you are willing to see them and discuss them. Only through transparency will real change come.

What I have come to realize in my career and life is that not everyone is bad. Some people are just lost.

Some refuse to be found.

It's frustrating to watch the self destruction of someone, let alone their destruction of everything around them. I'm sure there are reasons that people struggle with these behaviors that are beyond our comprehension. I can understand what it is like to grow up poor; not as poor as some, I'm sure, but, definitely less fortunate than others, to say the least. I have often argued the point that, when you grow up in the cycle of poverty, and it is all you know, it may be quite difficult to overcome.

When you are raised as a minority, in minority communities where you have been perceived and maybe even taught, that you are "less than", it is difficult to ever believe that you will ever be able to overcome your situation if there is no one to encourage you to do so. If you have no examples of success or strength, you don't learn to have faith in yourself enough to believe that you are strong enough to pull yourself out of it.

I think it takes a special person to have that inherent belief in themselves. Only 15% of women who are abused, don't return to the relationship. That means 85% of battered women return to their abuser. So, what makes that 15% so special? How about the women who sense the relationship is going bad and know to get out immediately and not look back? Is it their upbringing? Inner strength? Self respect? How do they "just KNOW" that they deserve better?

I think it often takes that special thing inside of you to just know how to stand up for yourself and know what's best for you. The rest needs to be cultivated. And some of that cultivation will just be outright ignored.

Just like in the video above, taking responsibility for yourself, while daunting at times, is really the only thing you can do to ensure your own success. This is what upset me the most about the Ferguson riots. I work near there, serving this community for over 12 years. I've seen the Ferguson, North county and Jennings police in action when they brought in detainees, or taking report from a victim. The stories go both ways. So I fancied myself understanding of both sides, and found myself frustrated when people's opinions were too one sided. There's always a way to see both sides, if you care to.

When I wrote about my mother-in-law's murder, I was in a state of peace. Over Thanksgiving (two days ago) Noah's grandmother was with us at our house and we found out that the man who took his mom from us had his sentencing moved up to February. It was supposed to happen this month. And July before that. And April before that. Every four months or so, it's moved up four months. Noah's family needs this closure. What do we do? Do we go to Florida and protest the government? We could start some sort of appeal process. Plead to the court. The Florida victim's unit rep is doing that for the family already. There are laws and processes that are in place that seem unfair and tedious.

You must choose the right voice to use in the situation at hand. Protesting peacefully to get the laws on how police conduct themselves during apprehensions and arrests is definitely going in the right direction. Signing petitions to get state and government laws changed is going in the right direction. Looting and stealing and catching a street full of businesses, most of them hard working small business owners who have poured their hearts, souls and bank accounts into their dreams is just wrong. It accomplished nothing but to prove correct those who expected that behavior from the people in that community.

If you want to be perceived differently, you have to change the perception. I put out a plea on Twitter for the people in and around Ferguson to be united. That everyone expects violent behavior. Prove them wrong. You have a choice. You have a voice. It doesn't have to take violence to let it be heard. I was so saddened to see that people gave exactly what everyone expected: looting, violence, rioting, burning. And what did it do? What did it prove? Did it change the Grand Jury's decision? Did it change the hard evidence that they based their decision on? Did it change the world's perception of the people?

Did bring Mike Brown back to his parents?

Pain is unyielding at times; unforgiving. Emotions run high. We do and say things that we don't mean, are embarrassed of and cannot later take back. I truly feel for people who feel they have no way for their voices to be heard except through extreme measure like what has been shown in Ferguson these past three months. I pray every day for healing. I care for my patients in the best way that I can to show that I see no color, only the humanity that burns behind their eyes.

That's the key, I think. Try to put yourself in someone else's shoes. See it from their side. Set your prejudices aside for a moment and be as you were meant to be--as one. Lead by example. Have pure intentions. Show someone you care about them, maybe even more than you care about yourself.

Can you imagine what the world would be like?

Will everything change tomorrow? Not likely. In a hundred years...a thousand? Who knows. But, trying for it with the intention of change is better than doing nothing. Even when it seems like a lost cause, you never know. There's nothing worth striving for harder than the uplifting of humanity.

I wish you all such peace and calm during these trying times.

Thanks so much for reading today. I appreciate each and every one of you.


Saturday, November 22, 2014

Exciting New Beginnings

Hello, Friends,

I have so many exciting new things to share with you! First and foremost, how have you all been? Are you getting excited for the holiday season that is fast approaching? Or, maybe a bit too stressed out by it? It's easy enough for that to happen, but try to remember to enjoy it, ok? These are special times that only come once a year, and though we should really be carrying this type of joy with us all year long, there's something special about it all happening for everyone at the same time in a whirlwind of sights and sounds. It's supposed to make you feel good...let it.

I've had a whirlwind of activity since my last post. First, I must tell you that I'm not always going to have such large gaps in between posts. As you may know (from my other blog Our Eclectic Life ) we are in the middle of a major renovation. I haven't been keeping up on that blog like I should, either. What's wrong with me?! Why am I dragging my feet??!! Why can't I commit already and get it all done!!?

Whoa....whew. That was intense.

Do you do that? Chastise yourself for not getting everything done? (Otherwise being human?) It's true, we don't always get everything done. We have beautiful intentions, but, sometimes pile our plate too high. Managing ourselves is a growth process; a learning curve. We may never accomplish what we believe to be our "perfect" selves, but as we learn about ourselves and what we are capable of, we soon find out we're sorta perfect, just the way we are. We also learn lessons along the way that make us better.

So, what have I been doing if not keeping up with sharing with all of you? We are still in the middle of that reno, and now we're priming, sanding and painting cabinets and our tub/shower has just been delivered.'s sitting in the middle of our floor in our den because we have yet to tear out the old bathroom. So much to do, so little time. Pretty sure we're not getting it all done by Thanksgiving. But it'll be done enough for family to come over. I'm off this year (sort of, I'm off the night before, but have to go in to work Thanksgiving night at 11) and I really need my family around me. Holidays and celebrations have become increasingly more important to me these last couple of years.

Anyway, enough with that to-do list. Now, for the "good stuff." Remember in my last post how I mentioned that flier I almost threw away for that Hay House workshop in Chicago? Well, I went and I had the best time! For the first time ever I took the train, then a taxi, and arrived at my hotel. It was just a short walk from the hotel the workshop was held in. That was the second best part about the whole trip--walking around those bustling Chicago streets! I am in love! It was a fabulous weekend. I'll have memories with me forever, and I can't wait to go back with Noah. I met so many great people, who I now call my friends. Everyone was so interested in each other, and interested in sharing their knowledge and know-how and learning from each other. And our hosts, (CEO of Hay House Publishing) Reid Tracy and (Author/Speaker/Coach) Cheryl Richardson , were fabulous. Very gracious and forthcoming with every bit of detailed information I needed to start building my platform (I didn't even know what that was before that weekend) and preparing myself for my future as a writer and speaker.

We all received Michael Hyatt's book "Platform: Get noticed In A Noisy World" as a gift from Hay House, and I also received James Altucher's book "Choose Yourself", as well. Actually, a very nice young woman who sat next to me on the last day gave me hers. She thanked me for sharing my story the day before and asked me about what it is I do, what I write about, and very graciously invited me onto her radio show, "Uplift", and it looks like I will be on December 22nd! How exciting is that?! My heart is filled with so much gratitude to her for giving me this opportunity. Her name is Jaime Pfeffer and you really should visit her website, She has a lot of inspiration, knowledge and grace to offer.

I was able to get up in front of Cheryl and Reid to ask a question, for which I received some very valuable advice. I got in line and when it was my turn I introduced myself. All I could do is tell it like it is: "I'm not a coach or a therapist, I'm just an X-Ray tech from St. Louis." That got plenty of laughs, but I didn't know what else to say. Everyone else there seemed to "belong"...coaches, therapists, yoga teachers, authors. I just hadn't felt like I had a place there, but after I had lunch with new friends, and had my Q & A session with Reid and Cheryl, I realized I belonged there as much as anyone else. There is a definite lesson to be learned here: Stop doubting yourself. What have you really got to lose by going out on that limb? Afraid you'll be embarrassed? Embarrassment doesn't last forever, but regret is a little harder to overcome.

When it was my turn at the mic, I told a brief history of the losses I have endured of late. My question was "Do I have anything to offer? This is what I've been sharing in my writing, how to take a tragedy and turn it into a triumph. What can I do to be sure I don't come across like I'm exploiting my troubles?"

This has been a bit of a worry for me. I want to share the most horrible things that have ever happened to me, and to share the things that I have done, fought through, to get to the other side of despair. I would never want anyone to think that I was sharing to exploit instead of to heal.

The answers I was given were a blessing. Cheryl said that we should all be policing ourselves often to be sure our agenda is true. She said for me to focus on my intent, which is not to exploit but to transcend. Pure intention will shine through. I have to become okay with some people criticizing, it's most likely going to happen at one point or another. But, that's their issue, not mine. She stated that I was unique and in a very unique position. She told me people need to hear my voice and that I should continue giving people what I have in me. She said for me to "Let what's next find you."

I revealed that I had been writing my blog for a few years, but my writing really took off after I had decided put my fears aside and submit an article to I had received such great comments on all of my articles, I was hooked...this is what I wanted to do, felt compelled to do. I realized that I was actually touching people and helping them by letting them into my life and sharing myself with them completely.

Reid said that since I was already getting great feedback on what I was doing so far, that I was on the right track. I needed to keep giving what I had.

Cheryl backed up what I had always tried to do--help people transcend their painful experiences through sharing my own tragedies with them with transparency and honesty, and showing them that, through choice, they can overcome anything they wish--even the feeling of being destroyed by their agony.

I do not mean to imply, by any means, that all you need is to "think" yourself out of your woes. But I do believe that you can accomplish much by learning to change your thoughts. A process that takes time and patience, indeed, but worth it all in the end when you realize the peace it bestows upon your heart.

I am so excited to start this new path along my journey. All of the wonderful things that are happening right now make all of the hard times and hard work seem far away and totally worth it. I am so grateful for all of the opportunities I have been given, and for the presence and support of my family and friends. And, most of all, for my mom, who I know is with me every breath. Without her I truly do not feel that I could have possibly accomplished all that I have.

I have no expectations of my life, except to be my best while living it. I truly have learned patience these last few years, a blessed reprieve from the hassle that my mind used to be. Though I am sure to have no delusions, I also believe in "think it, be it." It has taken me several years of work to get just to where I am, now. I know I am on my way, I know I am on the right path. If you knew me 10 years ago, and were just meeting me again, you would not recognize me. I was a totally different person; opposite of who I am now.

I am absolute proof that a person can change their stars, if you really want it. You are not bound by anything you don't want to be. I met a new friend in Chicago, Kathy, who has cerebral palsy. You won't believe what she does with it. I urge you to check out her website to find out. She is amazing. A true example of using what you are given to spread a message of joy.

That's what it's all about. Lemons and lemonade. It's not what happens to you, it's what you do with what happens. The ball is in your court, it always is. So much energy is spent on blaming others. God knows I did it. It is certainly true that things happen to us that are completely out of our control. Sometimes we don't feel as strong as the next person, or don't want to. We often want to give up; it's easier. But, I was kidding myself when I thought I had no control over what happened to me. I didn't wave a magic wand and everything suddenly became perfect, but any improvement I made was better than my current situation, and it gave me my power back.

Do you want your power back? Because it's yours for the taking. you are in control.

Thank you so much for reading today, I know this was a long post. I just wanted to catch up. For little doses of inspiration, and some of my photography, please visit my page at facebook/nanettestein723
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Thank you, again, for being here today.