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Friday, July 18, 2014

EMPOWERING Myself and Other People to Cope with War

B'SD


20 Tamuz, 5774

I've had several blogposts waiting to see the light of day for some time, now. I chose not to let them appear on your monitor because the lighthearted banter was not appropriate to my being under siege with the rest of Israel.

I can share medical innovations and cute stories with you at another time, GOD willing

I, and many other Israelis, have literally been running for our lives into protected shelters of some sort, as an onslaught of Hamas missiles head to civilian areas these past few weeks. 

Israel's major airport, Ben Gurion, has been a frequent target, too.

It's been hard to live normal daily routines as we dodge this and that, struggle to shop for necessities, and then prepare meals. Our sabbaths are also punctuated with sirens, hunger, and fear. We feel a wistfulness for the serenity that daily Jewish life and values, and especially the Shabbat, bring to our lives.

Southern Israel has been a Hamas (and PA) target for years. It has taken an especially brutal beating this go- 'round. I have friends in that part of the map, and know some of the soldiers there, too.

I chose not sit out the war 
thinking of merely 
my own well-being.


Last Friday I participated in a convoy of volunteers who'd shopped, prepared and delivered home-cooked foods to southern families in deep distress, and to Negev area IDF bases in need of morale-boosters for the thousands of reserve soldiers suddenly called to duty.

Fellow travelers of the car I was in watched the puffs of smoke all over the sky with me. Those puffs told us that Iron Dome was working, with GOD's supervision, to protect Israel's citizens. I deeply felt GOD's protection over us during that mission of mercy to countrymen in need. All of us did.

We took a soldier from our neighborhood all the way to his base outside Gaza, among other errands on our agenda.  Along the way we made a few stops. In the photo below he's amusing some children with magic tricks at an absorption center in southern Israel (Israel houses immigrants fleeing persecution in other countries, for free, until they adjust to their new surroundings).



We went to a dedication ceremony at Giv'at Oz V'Gaon, a new neighborhood named for the three teens murdered in cold blood last month, as they attempted to travel from their schools to their homes for Shabbat.


Jewish life is all about positive energy.
We build and help others to flourish.


We kept driving until we'd reached 
the IDF location for that soldier
traveling with us.

One of his colleagues came out 
to hoist some of that 
home-cooked food indoors.



One of our traveling companions
took this photo 
of the rest of us.

Middle East heat radiated from 
the cloudless sky.
We were in the desert, 
with no trees to speak of. 
Young and newly planted saplings,
planted by Israeli Jews,
dotted the area.


Here's a picture of my arm 
reaching from the car 
as I handed out treats to 
a few hot, tired soldiers 
thrilled to meet us at one of 
the several IDF bases we visited.


Yes, indeed, we had traveled that close to the action, 
to do what we could to keep up morale and smiles on.


Wondering how I kept my courage up without faltering in the face of frightening odds?

I've had past practice at overcoming challenges. 

I made choices and took actions that were quite difficult to do, at first. But as I realized that my life could continue with all that, I did all that again and again.

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Thursday, July 3, 2014

Transitions: Going from Terror and Grief Back to Daily LIfe

B'SD

5 Tamuz, 5744

Israelis, and  decent people worldwide, are grieving the triple murder of our teens who'd been heading home from school.

I was at the funeral for the young men, sharing the agony with thousands of people streaming in from all over the world. I'm sharing some thoughts about that, with you, below:



I attended the funeral of our murdered boys. Thousands upon thousands of Israelis came to mourn, and to honor them, together.

Jews from Karnei Shomron, Gush Etzion, Modiin, Tzfat, Bet Shemesh, Tel Aviv, Netivot/Maagalim and the rest of the Holy Land came together. Many of us trekked 2 kilometers or so uphill. Buses were tightly packed on limited parking spaces; No spaces were left for vehicles arriving from every bit of the country. The cemetery had been built for a community, not for a national event. It happens to be equidistant to the hometowns of the murdered young men, hence its use for this triple funeral.

Many mourners had no choice but to walk the remainder of the journey from where they'd parked or arrived via public transportation. Babies bounced in slings upon parental backs or inside strollers. Older children clung to parental wrists with both hands. Bikers eased their ways among pedestrians. People using adaptive devices limped and strode with the rest of the crowd. Distance was irrelevant. The purpose of coming together was not.


The grief is so heavy, so penetrating throughout every cell of our bodies and minds. The lives of three pure souls who had never harmed anyone, who had spent their young lives sharing happiness and decency, have ended in brutality. http://www.ynetnews.com/articles/0,7340,L-4536670,00.html

Jews, who choose life and the morality bestowed on us by The Creator, sang at the funeral. Astonishing as that exception to the decorum of Orthodox Jewish funerals is, the spiritual beauty of the lyrics and sentiments seemed to widen a portal between heaven and earth.

Ko amar HaShem, the love song of GOD for His children http://www.zemirotdatabase.org/view_song.php?id=180

V'hi Sh'amda, GOD's promise to rescue us from millennia of persecution 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pg5bfHd-zMA (lyrics are at http://haggadot.com/clip/vhi-sheamda-hebrew

Those were only some of the achingly sweet, loving thoughts on the minds of a people mourning a heinous triple murder. We sang those sentiments, and similar fare, unrehearsed, spontaneously, and with agony soaked in confidence. The Geula, may it be soon and b'rakhamim/in compassionate gentleness 
http://thirtysix.org/Thirtysix.org/HomePage.html, will be part of the Messianic process that turns raw, ragged human life into unparalleled goodness.

GOD was at the funeral and in every heart. Politicians and everyday citizens shared airspace, sweating profusely in high, very humid heat, together. As we converged on narrow roads to meet at the triple gravesite, it seemed uncanny that feet weren't stepped on. Feelings weren't hurt as people, crowded much too close together did their best to move reverently if awkwardly with every step. Holiness is not a time for trivialities such as who goes first, last or in-between. We moved as one. Forward. Affectionately. Focused.

People recognized acquaintances and relatives among the throngs coming and going on multiple paths, from many directions, to the burial site. We had only one shared destination: Kedushat HaShem. Our kavod hameit, respect for the dead, was tempered with a sweetness that is rare. 

Am Yisrael, the Jewish people, has been brought to its knees, begging for the lives of the boys to be saved, then acknowledging that Our Creator gave us a far different scenario. We have accepted the agony as part of GOD's plan for us. We have lived our lives absorbing realities that we learned from our Torah and sages, saints and prophets. And we proved that Torah values are the very fabric of our beings.

We stood at the site that signified so much horror, and called for GOD to bless the world with enduring peace. We promised to create as much of it as we can. And then some.

May we build, and be blessed by Heaven, with growing strengths. We face a future together. We. Are. One.

May we pursue the rest of our lives proving that Am Yisrael, the Jewish people, does not need a tragedy of any magnitude to bring us together or to remind us of holy priorities. We can remain in the moment of reverence, or recall it should we momentarily forget this day and all the lessons leading to it.




Everyone mourning this loss and its wider implications needs to transition back into a productive life. The following incident put a smile back on my face quite unexpectedly, just yesterday:


I rode a bus as passengers sweltered in high, humid Middle East heat. A mommy boarded with her cranky little one.

I invited them to sit with me, on the bus' only empty seat. The mother gratefully sat down and was soundly kicked by her tired, hot, and irritable little one. You know those moments, when nothing you do can possibly soothe your child?

I looked into the tired mother's eyes and said "I'm holding a fresh batch of whole-grain spelt pitot, still warm from the oven. May I give one to your child? Eating keeps little children too busy to make mischief." She and the toddler eagerly accepted the yummy treat. The child stuffed broken pieces of pita into all our mouths, and beamed at me.

That smile felt like heaven. It was a gift all of us needed. And indeed, I find myself able to transition back to everyday life, now that it was aimed toward me.


 


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Thursday, June 26, 2014

You can Celebrate My Academic Success with Me!

B'SD

Sivan 28, 5774


The EMPOWER Yourself book shares insights into how to overcome scary, expensive and painful setbacks. You can use those insights on medical, mental health or other issues in your life.

How effective can those insights be? Check out this Facebook exchange about my success at passing a year of astonishingly difficult ICD10 medical coding studies, despite being certifiably disabled.


Here's a related facebook discussion: 


Looking forward to a confirmed agreement to require companies with over 100 employees to hire at least 3% disabled people. See http://bit.ly/1uSiVcC
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  • Chani Smith and Sarah Alpert like this.
  • Elouise Ghedini I don't get this at all, as a female engineer, (a rare breed in the UK at least- women are badly represented in the engineering sector) I know they used (still do?) to make quotas for us and I found it degrading, I didn't want to be employed to meet a quota, I wanted employment because of my merit. This is patronizing. I feel the same way about political party lists too. May be for the disabled it is different but I suspect not. I have to wonder if it is anti discrimination regulations for the interview purposes that need addressing, or providing legal assistance to those who have perhaps been passed over for a job that they should have got but didn't because they were discriminated against. Or what about encouraging them to take on a disabled person by giving tax credit to compensate the company for giving the job to someone who might not be able to do the job as well/fast as an abled body person might. I don't think that setting artificial quotas gets to the root of the problem.
  • Caryn Walkenfeld Lipson Quotas - no,. Educating employers about the benefits of hiring the right employee - even if they are disabled - yes.
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  • Caryn Walkenfeld Lipson We only have to look at the US to see the bad effects of quotas.
  • Yocheved Golani Elouise I agree that people deserve to be hired on merit. But the fully functional among us struggle to see things that way. Sad, true, and quite impoverishing.
  • Elouise Ghedini Yocheved Golani Like I say I think we need to be more creative than just making quotas. Handing out quotas is putting a patch on a deeper problem. I remember under such a quota system, even though I topped out in school with my grades, entering the w...See More
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  • Yocheved Golani Elouise you're chatting with a woman who is certifiably disabled and just passed an astonishingly difficult year of medical and medical coding studies that non-disabled people fail. Often. Many people with disabilities go forth with determination, learning and using the adaptive skills we need. We struggle to convince society at large that we have much to contribute. Quotas are a miserable compromise for starting off social change. But gosh darn it, we need every bit of legislative help. I have more to share on the topic, but it is not for social media. If any legislators, disability advocates or journalists Katie ClarkeJennifer Laszlo MizrahiHillel Kuttler, et al) care to contact me, please do so. I will be thrilled to apprise you of the wealth within people of varying abilities.
  • Yocheved Golani I want to use this opportunity to clue in my FB friends that medical coders across America have quit the profession or retired early because they could not master the I10 coding system (and relevant studies that go with it). I have achieved what many fully-abled people can't. THAT is quite a life lesson for the employment world at large. And just in case anyone forgot, I overcame the blinding, almost fatal effects of a benign brain tumor after life-saving emergency brain surgery. I graduated from a skinny, pale and weak patient using a walker to a lady whose ever-better strength, vigor and eyesight are now being studied by formerly skeptical medical professionals - some of whom had written me off when I was initially diagnosed.





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