From Ruins to Rainbows - Never Forget!

I recently had the wonderful fortune of being able to see Billy Joel in concert at Madison Square Garden.  For me, it was particularly special.  You see, Billy Joel is to me and my hometown, Oyster Bay, Long Island what Bruce Springsteen is to Asbury Park, NJ.  The iconic Piano Man played all of his hits as well as some lower profile songs that only a die-hard Billy fan would know. One song that really resonated with me than ever before was "We Didn't Start The Fire".

If you aren’t familiar with the song and its background, “We Didn’t Start The Fire” includes brief, rapid references to more than 100 headline events between 1949, the year of Joel’s birth and 1989 when the song was released.  Joel said that the song was written “from a place of malevolence” and that it reflected the attitude of “waiting for the other shoe to drop.”  He sums up 40 years of famous Presidents, celebrities, kinds of cars, types of music and novels, political issues and tragic events into a 3 minute song.

There were plenty of noteworthy historical events that had unfolded in my 47 years and I actually think it would be cool to research them and see which ones were the most impactful.  But for today, I can say with much certainty that, it was September 11th when the biggest shoe dropped for me and all of America.

As the anniversary of that terrifying attack on our Country is eerily upon us again, I reflect…

I still brace myself for the wave of emotions that overcome me on this day.  I compartmentalize them for 364 days a year and allow myself to release on this day.  As I sat at Church early this morning, I found it more difficult to process and I find it harder to write about. 

After 14 years, it feels like it was just yesterday.  My memory often fails me at my age, but I can remember every detail from that horrific day. It's as vivid as the days I gave birth to each of my children.  Fourteen years later, I am still in disbelief over the events that unfolded and how it literally and figuratively turned that city black on such a beautiful, perfectly crisp, fall day.

The events on that day forced me to morph from the Wall Street wife who at the time was probably a little more consumed with what was had as opposed to what should have been offered.  Since then, I have committed myself to being more true to myself, my kids, my family, my Country!  I have learned to embrace the good out of the ruins of 9/11 yet on the anniversary each year, I am overcome with anger or the similar malevolence that Billy Joel describes in his powerful song.  Each year at this time, I mourn not only those I lost, I mourn the “what could have been?”  The things that never happened as a result of the actions of those vile terrorists.  The questions are just too long to list.

And as I sat quietly in a dark Church early this morning, I mourned the fact that I will never receive the answers to the “what could have been” questions.  I also reflected upon the incredible image of the rainbow that was captured over The Freedom Tower yesterday representing those lost but also reminding me of the many people, places and experiences that I have been blessed with as a result of the attacks upon our Country 14 years ago.  So I wipe my tears, and I buck up, shake it off and express my gratitude for all of the adversities that have forced me to grow into who I am today. 

I pray for all of my friends who have lost parents, spouses, and children.  I pray for the healing and growth of those directly affected.  I thank God for the brave acts of cops, firefighters and service men and women who became heroes that day at a very high cost.  In this critical time in our Country’s history, I beg for the safety of my family and friends and, my Country and I again attempt to embrace the uncomfortable realization that life must and does go on.

 

In the words of Billy Joel…

“We didn’t start the fire! It was always burning since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire, No, we didn't light it but we tried to fight it…

We didn't start the fire, It was always burning since the world's been turning.
We didn't start the fire, but when we are gone, It will still burn on, and on, and on, and on...

My wish upon a star.

My Wish Upon a Star

I could give you every detail of the days preceding her birth. From the way she kicked while in my belly to the first labor pain in the sand trap on 17 at Deepdale Golf Club, to shopping at Home Depot with my mother and indicating that it was probably wise to head home, to her father declaring “It’s go time!” at North Shore University Hospital after the doctor confirmed that I was in labor. Still in denial of the prospect of becoming a parent and the fear of what was physically ahead of me, I asked the doctor if we could just stop for a glass of wine and watch Kentucky vs. Arizona in the NCAA Championships. Without skipping a beat, the doctor responded, “You will have your own March Madness if you don’t get to your hospital in the city now.”
We trudged through a Nor’ Easter on the LIE, heading West towards the city in order to check in to NYU Medical Center. Hailey, still in my belly was causing a decent amount of physical pain combined with the emotional torture of “just letting you know I’m in here, but I’m not sure if I am ready to come out.” Thirty-six hours later, it really was “go time” with an emergency C-Section (prayer answered!). And there she was, Hailey Elizabeth Wilson, named after Halley’s comet.
Now I didn’t study as much as I should have in high school but I did learn that Halley's Comet is arguably the most famous comet…“A "periodic" comet that returns to Earth about every 75 years, making it possible for it to be seen twice in a lifetime.” (http://www.space.com/19878-halleys-comet.html) Comets are the largest objects in our Solar System and have tails that can extend millions of miles into space.
The inside of the comet is made up of frozen particles but as the comet moves closer to the Sun, the heat from the Sun turns the outer ice into gas and the solid particles are released as dust as solar winds push it away which causes it to form the beautiful light show seen from Earth. (http://www.kidseclipse.com/pages/a1b3c0d3.htm)
The last time it was here was in 1986, (the year I graduated from high school) and it is projected to return in 2061. I remember the news and the sight of it all having a big impact on me and had declared then that my first born would be named after the infamous comet. Hailey, since the moment of conception has really exemplified the beautiful qualities of the mesmerizing trail of a comet.
Fast forward, eighteen years…
Today, we are packing the car for College. Bittersweet to say the least. What was once the most dreaded time of year between fighting for school supplies, spending $200 on a stupid calculator and watching my checks from my check book vanish as I write fifteen different $5 checks to the school for who knows what, I found myself nostalgic and weepy this week as I walked through what once was the most dreaded time of the year.
Awakened early by the need to write, I have reflected on the collection of teachings which I hope that I have instilled in my kids over the years. I have a few that especially apply during college years. Number one and twenty five should be a constant…
1. Start your day with a prayer.
2. If you don’t have some level of fear, be very afraid. Change is scary yet can be so exciting at the same time. Embrace it!
3. Don’t judge others as you don’t know what circumstances they have encountered or endured in their lifetime. Everybody has a story. Listen to it as it will reveal more than you know. However, assess words vs. actions. Actions of others will be your barometer so set your boundaries based on your reading.
4. When you find yourself nervous and insecure around a particular person, show an interest in them. Expressing interest in others and making others feel important and makes you way more likable than the guy who always wants to talk about himself.
5. Don’t ever violate “Girl Code”! The bonds of friendship/sisters are as strong as you choose to make them.
6. Each day perform a random act of kindness.
7. Trust your instincts. Go with your gut. If it feels right, run with it. If it feels like trouble, RUN!
8. ALWAYS leap with faith.
9. Be honest with yourself. It's the only way to be honest with others
10. Let passion drive you to work hard to achieve your dreams. Don’t let anyone/anything stand in your way but be honest and fair.
11. Clean your room, make your bed every morning and pull the shades up to let the sunshine in.
12. Boys are stupid. They need boundaries. It order to keep them educated, set boundaries from the very beginning and set them firmly.
13. Pray for the boys.
14. You can either fall or you can fly…FLY!
15. Stop. Look. Listen. Evaluate. If you let life take charge, things begin to spiral out of control. Take charge of your life.
16. Always introduce yourself if someone doesn't. Shake their hand and shake it firmly.
17. Travel. Study abroad.
18. Call your grandparents once a week. It makes their day and usually creates a knee-jerk urge to send money.
19. If you start it, finish it.
20. Remember that your experiences don’t define you but help you evolve into who you become. Whether you enjoyed an experience or not, chalk it up as just that. It will come up in conversation at some point in your life. The more experience you have the more interesting you are.
21. Choose your voice over your fingers. Meet up or call someone instead of texting.
22. Make your own list of wisdom throughout your college experience. As you reflect back over the years, you won’t believe your incredible transformation but may understand how you got there.
23. You are only as credible as your last credit score. Start building your credit now. Learn about the benefits of a good credit score as opposed to a bad one.
24. “I love you to the moon and back!” And I appreciate you as much as you do me.
25. Be as impactful as the comet that you were named after. Turn towards the Sun, let the Solar winds push you and exemplify the beautiful trail of qualities that God has given you. Mesmerize others AND don’t forget to call your mother!

It's "go time" again!

I TOOK THE PLUNGE!

🎼Cue Katy Perry music.🎶

"I took the plunge and I liked it. Was afraid and it took my breath away..."

When I told people that I was heading down to Charleston on New Years Day to do the Polar Bear Plunge, I was asked why? Several said that I was crazy. And I also got a surprising number of "I don't know how you do that. I wish I could be that brave" responses.

I sent a text to my longtime friend Glenda asking whether she was in or not.  I quickly received one back that just said "Scared but committed!"  I knew then that there was no better person to jump into 40 degree water with. We have been friends since 1991 and were very familiar with each others' strengths and vulnerabilities and have always taken pride in our self-improvement efforts.  We collectively claimed "Scared but Committed" as our theme for 2015. It was our version of Nike's "Just Do It" slogan.

For me, "The Plunge" was pretty symbolic. I've been through some trying times in different phases of my life. All of which the outcomes were so unpredictable and quite surprising. Each situation required some minor decisions and at other times some major decision making.  I made some out of impulse. Others out of fear. But as I got older and was faced with the even bigger decisions (my divorce and filing for bankruptcy), I realize that fear was not an influencer in my decision making processes, but more like a barrier. I was paralyzed!  As frightening as it was to think about leaving my comfort zone, I knew that the price I would pay for staying paralyzed by the fear was too great.

When I arrived at Glenda's, we made coffee and caught up. Later we were joined by another good friend of Glenda's. As we sipped the best Bloody Mary's ever (compliments of my new friend. Marisa), we convened in the living room next to the fire and talked about whether or not we were really going to take the plunge. As Glenda and I bantered back and forth about our fears of doing it, Marisa (an experienced plunger), gently interrupted and described how we would feel if we didn't do it. At this point, it would simply be a personal defeat and how could we possibly kick off 2015 like that.

We nodded in agreement and proceeded to discuss our wardrobe choices and plunging techniques. Do we just jump in with our bathing suit?  Would it be wise to wear yoga pants in the water?  Who's got a wet suit?!!  Most importantly, we discussed what actually constitutes a legitimate "plunge". It was unanimous, "bathing suit only, head under, hair wet!"

And off we went...
Glenda in her babooshka fur hat and Chanel sunglasses, Marisa in her angry birds knit hat and me in my terry cloth lined robe. We walked down the beach about a half mile to the pier reviewing our plan. We expressed the fears that we had about the whole adventure. We reflected on the responses we got from others and the "what ifs" of the upcoming plunge.

As we drew closer, the crowd grew larger and louder. It seemed to be an 60/40 split between participants and spectators.  Although I was still hesitant, I was gradually becoming more comfortable with being a participant. In a weird way, I recognized the spectators and their impact as they cheered us on.  The nay sayers also played a significant role in my head as I used them to fuel the fire of motivation and ultimately prove them wrong. At the same time I took pride in being the participant as people looked at us in awe as we stripped down to our bathing suits despite of the cold temperatures. 

We headed down the edge of the water and as the tide rolled in over my toes, I reconsidered my plan. I said something about the temperature of the water, Glenda agreed but Marisa (the voice of reason) managed to gently remind us again of that defeated feeling we would have if we didn't do it.

The countdown began and as I witnessed others running full force into the low tide waters of Folly Beach, my fellow plungers gave a nod and we were off. I jogged in and quickly realized that I needed to go faster.  The distance I needed to go in order to be well over my head was farther than I thought. So, in order to meet the pre-set plunging criteria, I stopped, dropped and dunked.

As I walked to our meeting place, I noticed my more confident stride. Several people asked how it was, some took pictures. Others commented in awe and reiterated how they could never do it.  We took a team picture of our personal victory. We talked about our individual experiences and our different plunging methods and techniques and how we would plan differently for next year's plunge.  It's funny how something we were so hesitant to do was now being discussed as a potential annual tradition.

We wrapped the day up with wine and New Year's leftovers and indulged in our personal plunging accomplishment.  As I drove home, I realized that my plunging into 2015 experience was way more impactful on me than I had ever expected it to be.  I took the plunge and I actually liked it!   In hindsight the process before the plunge was hauntingly similar to any of my real life challenges. If I dissect it, there are many necessary components that come to mind when overcoming a personal challenge or accomplishing a goal:

-The desire to want more from life.
-Fear
-Good, honest friends with similar personal goals and aren't afraid call things as they see them
-New friends with new perspectives and aren't afraid to voice them
-More fear
-An open mind and the willingness to tackle challenges and work hard for desired achievements.
-Bloody Mary's!

-"The Nay Sayer"

-"The Spectator"

-"The Wannabes"

-Recognition of the participants (team members), the aforementioned and the willingness to influence them through positive actions. 

-More fear and more bloody Mary's.
-The acceptance of the challenges and the opportunities for accomplishment.

-And finally, the ability to celebrate both the failures and successes of life with humility and gratitude. 

To the participants - Just do it!

To the spectators and wannabes -  Try it, you might like it.

To the Nay Sayers - You are the fuel to my fire.  I can only hope that I inspire you in the same way. 

To All:  May 2015 be your year to PLUNGE into happiness, good health, prosperity and personal achievement!  Happy New Year!

Life's To Do List

A list of life's to do's...

With the anniversaries of 9/11 and the senseless deaths of so many incredible people/heroes.  The after-effects in the World thirteen years later, still serve as an opened wound and a painful reminder that life is so precious.  I had composed a list of things over the years that I found myself "suggesting" to my kids when different circumstances occurred related to school, boys, sports, drama club, etc.  After I had compiled them all, I thought it was a pretty good guideline on how to successfully interact with others in personal life, and every day business encounters...

1.  Tread lightly on new ground. Observe and assess your surroundings before you take action.

2.  When you find yourself nervous and insecure around a particular person, show an interest in them. Expressing interest in others and making others feel important and makes you way more likable than the guy who always wants to talk about himself.

3.  Each day perform a random act of kindness.

4.  Trust your instincts. Go with your gut.

5.  ALWAYS leap with faith.

6. Set boundaries. Divide them into the "ME" list and the "THEM" list. The first list includes the boundaries you have set for yourself. The other is the boundaries you have set for others.   Set them firmly for all parties.

7.  The only thing you should ever plan to quit is WHINING!

8.  Be honest with yourself. It's the only way to be honest with others.

9. When you don't know the answer to a question, ask!  Ask the other person to clarify something for you. "Is it this or is it that?  This sets the stage for an explanation as opposed to a short answer. It makes the other person feel smart and demonstrates your thorough approach through "clarification" of something.

10.  Don't piss off your mother. She hold the keys to your car and the password to your cell phone.

11.  Be a friend...a good one with only good intentions and a kind heart.

12.  Start your day with a prayer.

13.  Let passion drive you to work hard to achieve your dreams.

14.  No matter what anyone thinks, everyone must start somewhere. The best job you could ever have is the one you are over qualified for and the one that eventually leads you to the top to that dream.

15.  Everybody has a story. Listen to it as it will reveal more than you know.

16.  Be compassionate.

17. Clean your room  make your bed every morning and pull the shades up to let the sunshine in.

17.  Boys are stupid. They need boundaries. It order to keep them educated, set boundaries from the very beginning and set them firmly.

18.  Pray for the boys.

19.  Whether it is you, a friend, family member or an acquaintance,   Don't ever tolerate bad behavior.  If it makes you feel bad, it is.

20.  Stop. Look. Listen. Evaluate. If you let life take charge, things begin to spiral out of control. Take charge of your life.

21.  Never be too busy for family or friends. Strangers too. You never know when you may need their help. It's called Karma!

22. Always introduce yourself if someone doesn't. Shake their hand and shake it firmly.

23.  Whether you enjoyed an experience or not, chalk it up as just that. It will come up in conversation at some point in your life. The more experience you have the more interesting you are.

24. If you make a commitment to an individual or a team, keep it.

25. If you start it, finish it.

26.  Set your friendship criteria.  Use it wisely when friending on FB.

27. If someone starts talking smack about anyone, regardless of how you feel about someone, always respond to the trash talker as follows: "I don't know what you are talking about, I actually like that person a lot".  It puts a halt to the nonsense immediately.

28.  Be grateful.

29. Your fingers are always fatter when participating in social media stalking.  Don't do it.

30.  Be a leader who encourages others to lead not follow.

31.  Observe the surroundings, find a prop and stand there.

32.  Be adaptable.

33.  You are not invincible.

34.  Never forget.

Life Tilts...As earths plates shift and tilt, life's seas get rougher. As they settle, they appear to be calmer.  I realize that it is in fact one's perspective that is the driving force of life's direction.  I realize that life tilts for everyone whether it's death, illness or just plain bad luck.    For some, the waves are big...for others the seas are incredibly turbulent and in some rare cases the water is serene.

In regards to death, some find comfort in the kind of relationship that they had with the beloved departed while others struggle to accept the circumstances due to a relationship deficiency of some sort.   At the end of the day, it comes down what eyes are looking at the situation. Perspective is what drives the boat of life!

I observed my "second family" (the one I used to threaten my parents to run away to when I was a kid) as they laid their patriarch to rest. I witnessed a grieving wife stand so strong and tall for the sake of her grieving children and grandchildren. She stroked the linens of the casket, fixed the hair, touched the hand and  straightened the tie of her departed husband of 60 years. She appeared to be mumbling but was in fact talking directly to him...scolding him for leaving her so soon.  

Each surviving child and grandchild and friends were coping in their own unique way. As I spoke to each person and took a good hard look at my reaction to his death, it occurred to me that everybody's degree of mourning was governed by their perspectives. Life's tilts are stronger for some than others.

As I entered airport security with a heavy heart, I was overwhelmed with gratitude.  Thankful for the offering of meatloaf from my mother in a to-go bag that she swore would get through security. And happy for the company of both my parents on the drive to the airport (despite the 5 red lights my father almost ran through).

Before I got to my gate, I decided to stop to eat something.  As I put my order in, I notice a gentleman in a wheel chair struggling to read the menu because of his impaired eyesight but inspecting it with a very familiar price conscious look.  He asked the airport attendant who was wheeling him around if there was a cheaper place to eat.  Still reeling from the emotions of the weekend and continuous wave of gratitude, I didn't hesitate to offer to buy his lunch (just as my boy Jack did a week prior for kids that "never have lunch money").  

Shocked and incredibly appreciative, he graciously accepted my offering. Overlooking the entire "pay it forward" transaction between two strangers, the airport attendant asked how he was going to get to the gate. Without hesitation, I instructed the man to leave the wheelchair behind. If I can juggle three kids alone, I surely can handle my carry on bags and piloting a stranger in a wheelchair. 

With 45 minutes to spare, the "stranger" and I had lunch. He thanked me again and I got right down to business firing off questions. I was interested in his story.  

He described himself as an artist - a musician I later find out. He lived in Tennessee but had the "audacity" (as he described) to visit NY where he once lived.  Still hung up on his choice of words..."audacity", I almost missed the part of the story when he spoke about his life threatening illness. 

He spoke about how his diagnosis changed his perspective. It wasn't  a death sentence for him...it was a license to live his life. As I continued listening, I understood his choice of words better. Financially he is restricted to do many things in his inevitably shortened life span and if he was healthy, he would probably just dream about the trips to NY and Paris etc. But now, what he refers to "audacity" transforms to a perspective driven "fearlessness".  He's not hurting anyone, nor is he living carelessly.  He's living on borrowed time with a burst of courage. 

He said that he's learned that the focus can't be on the dying part of it but on the living part. He's learned that you can love people but not always like them.  He is a grateful man who really has an incredible perspective on life not just on death. He celebrates every moment he has.  For a man with impaired vision, he sees clearer than most people I know. 

My meeting was brief with my unexpected lunch buddy, however it was the most informative life lesson and reminder of how a keen, positive yet realistic perspective is the secret to a happy and fulfilling life. So when the plates shift and life tilts, shift with it and ride the waves.  And every now and then, pay it forward. The return on the investment is priceless!

It's not about the what, it's about the who.

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." - Maya Angelou

I've always attributed particular songs, scents, sounds and tastes as triggers to certain memories.  I recently transferred my youngest from public school into a Catholic school.  When I walked into the main office of the new school and through the painted cinder block hallways, I was tossed back to the 1970's and flooded with so many memories (both pleasant and unpleasant).  

Like in kindergarten, when I complained to my mother that morning that my stomach was bothering me but was told that I didn't have a fever so I needed to get to school.  And as Murphy's Law never fails, my vomiting escapade began shortly after my kindergarten love interest stepped foot on that bus.  It turned out to be the best, worst day of my life.  As all the young passengers on the bus were running for cover from the meteor shower of Captain Crunch and simultaneously making fun of me, my night and shining armor, Jimbo Rogers rubbed my back until we arrived at school.  He walked me to the main office so I could call my mom away from her soap operas to come get me.  I loved him with all my kindergarten sized heart. 

I caught myself strolling down memory lane cutting through Michael Crowley's yard with my brother crawling under the chain linked fence to get to school on time. Sliding into Sister Mary Kay's class just late enough for me to have to parade in front of Jimmy Rupp and Alex Bayter with the pixie haircut my mother and her ancient old friends said was "cute" because they could "see my pretty eyes". It was the year that I walked around with the constant thought bubble over my head that said, "Well, of course you can see my stinkin' eyes, I HAVE NO HAIR!  It was that year also when I was often mistaken for a boy. As you may have figured already, that would fall under the "not so pleasant" category. 

Today I was listening to the radio and they had some sort of tribute to Freddie Mercury and were playing back to back Queen songs. I had vivid flashbacks to middle school and my first love T.J Sullivan. My first "R" rated movie at The Pine Hollow Movie Theatre, hanging in the graveyard and telling my mother that I was studying at the library as I was walking into Oyster Bay with T.J. to grab a "slice"of pizza.

Speaking of pizza...Any transplant from New Yawk in South Carolina will understand the excitement of a new pizza "parlor" opening up in the hopes that there is one that can replicate the true essence of a good slice. So not only are looking for the perfect replica of the NY delicacy but you also have to find the place that serves it like a New Yawkah!...BY THE SLICE!  And just as I was reminiscing about a "real" pizza place, "Tony from da Bronx" welcomed me with open arms to Bada Bing Pizza...Literally!   AND...he asked me how many slices I wanted!  I'm not kidding when I tell you that he actually brought tears to my eyes.  Right at that moment I had a flashback of great memories from being a kid running into Marios in Pine Hollow or Villa Milano in Manhasset and being greeted by the owners as if they hadn't seen me in years although I was there the day before. The  New Yawk accent, the boisterous Italian personality and congratulatory notes written on dollar bills taped to the oven gave me that warm and fuzzy "New Yawk" feeling.   I know.  It's such an oxymoron but if you ever want to witness an incredible personality transformation right before your eyes?  Talk pizza to a New York transplant in The South.  The first rule is to never act like you know more about the subject than they do.  Quite honestly, it offends them. The only way you qualify for participation in a debate about it, is only if you are from New York.  We don't act like experts on biscuit, grits or "dressing" (aka "stuffing") so we just ask for the same respect.  In any case, if you ask a native New Yawkah to tell you about their favorite slice of pizza like they are the expert, you will watch that tough guy/girl attitude disappear and the result will be a warm and fuzzy New Yorker.

I'm sure anybody who isn't from New York is probably scratching their heads wondering why I'm making such a big deal about pizza. Some of my greatest childhood memories are from a pizza parlor or my favorite deli...bagel shoppe too. Oh my goodness...AND I can't forget to mention the special family trips to Carvel in my parent's 1972 Caddy with Englebert Humperdink playing on the 8-track!  I am certain there are a several people shaking their heads in agreement as their mouths water for Tom Carvel's Fudgie The Whale or Cookie Puss Cakes. 

But the memories that I once thought were a direct result of a bad haircut, a vomiting roadshow, an R rated movie, or the food I grew up on, I realize that those things made up only part of the picture. As I have grown older, I realize that its more about the rituals and the experiences surrounding it. It's about the people and how they make you feel when you walk into their establishment.  Its the warm feeling knowing that their job goes above and beyond their pizza or their roast beef hero or the everything bagel with cream cheese,  lightly toasted.  It's the difference between a Wednesday and a Sunday or where "Wednesday IS Sundae" but only at Carvel. 

It's the people who are encountered within the experience who actually make it or break it for others. And as this stroll down memory lane comes to an end, I need to share the status of a FB friend referring to a recent visit to his Dad in the hospital.  I am not certain of the circumstances but regardless...any trip to the hospital is stressful when it's your parent. 

He described being on a hospital elevator with a Mother and her, 8 or 9 year old daughter who appeared to have had Downs Syndrome. Her mother had asked if she could push number seven. In an effort to wanting to make her feel “special” not in the derogatory sense, he asked her to push the button to his floor. As he described it, she stepped back after pushing the button and turned towards him as he expressed how much he despised hospitals in the thought bubble over his head.  Simultaneously, the little girl walked up to him, gently took his hand, looked him square in the eye and said: “I am sorry. Are You O.K.?”  Taken by surprise, he promptly thanked her and let her know that he was fine and they left as the doors of the elevator opened to the 7th floor.  He recognized his "petty attempt at kindness" and how (according to him) was un-expectantly given back to him "a trillion fold".  He described the "SHEER PURITY and INNOCENCE" in that beautiful child's gesture and contributed it to the "Presence of GOD (Whoever or Whatever HE/SHE/IT)"...for the first time in his life. 

This child's gesture actually made a full grown man who was doubting the Presence of God actually feel it for the first time ever!  Powerful, right?  I don't care what your beliefs are. This isn't a come to Jesus blog.  This is an acknowledgement of the difference people can make.   It's funny because whether I was an unassuming kid, an invincible teenager, a confident collegiate or a self absorbed Wall Street wife, I always attributed the feeling I got to a haircut, a song, a movie or a slice but after going through some trying times and ultimately "growing up", I now realize that the common denominators in all of my experiences really is the interaction between me and the people I encounter.

How we treat others has a direct correlation to how we are treated.  Good, bad or ugly...how we are treated is what creates memories. So whether you are at school, work, at a baseball game, on a bus, in an elevator or at a party, remember the New Yawker who melts when you talk pizza. Make it about others and not always about yourself. What I've learned is that, if one is vigilant in heart warming efforts, it eventually becomes habit and ultimately may make this crazy, inexplicable world a better place. 

Don’t Forget to Breathe

Inhale...

It's been awhile since I've written anything for my blog. Life has been busy between one kid’s mysterious autoimmune disease, one's concussion and eye ticks and one eleven year old's incessant aspiration of landing that big acting role!!  Oh, and did I mention the full time job and then just dealing with everyday life?
 
However, the chaos of it all was pleasantly interrupted by an email from an old neighbor, Colette who wanted to let me know how much she admired me.  She sent me a "Warrior Award" via Facebook and told me to pass it on to ten people I truly admired for the challenges that they have faced and adversity that they deal with on a daily basis or have already overcome. I usually don't partake in  things like that however it was a message that made me feel good and I thought that it would be a good opportunity for me to pay it forward.  My friend Loren came to mind immediately and I promptly sent out the same message to her.  Our friendship began as an acquaintance via an introduction through another friend back when I lived in New York.  But she is one of those people who I just had an instant connection with the minute I met her.  I consider her a warrior because she carries herself with such grace as she deals with the daily challenge of caring for her autistic son.  Her optimism, humility and humor are what make her shine.  And honestly, up until receiving the uplifting message of my induction into warrior status, I never had the opportunity to tell her that.
 
After carefully choosing my warriors, I had the pleasant surprise of receiving a message from my graceful, optimistic, humble and funny friend, Loren.  She had invited me to be part of an online group called “Fav Ladies” which she had just created.  The “Fav Ladies” is a group of women who Loren described as "getting it". You know those who really cut through the bullshit of life. Tactfully tell it like it is and at the end of the day aren't afraid to show people who they are even at their most vulnerable moments.
 
The invitation really couldn’t have come at a better time.  Between my kid’s illnesses and learning disabilities, standard demands of work and the management of everyday life, things have been exceptionally stressful.  Loren's invitation to her group of "normal" women was a timely relief since lately I've been feeling like I've been manning this dysfunctional ship alone.  I am partly to blame as I have a tendency to wear my "I'm too proud pants" and shut certain people out.  But Loren’s invitation really snapped me out of the funk that I have been in.

It has only been a few days since I have been part of this brilliant online club where the only dues are to let your guard down and get real.  Women share pictures of their families, their kids’ art work, inspirational quotes and a variety of personal stories ranging from their struggles with aging, menopause, addiction, weight gain.  It serves as a platform for suggestions/advice, open discussion, supportive comments and expressions of inspiration and admiration.

One woman Leslie described the unthinkable loss of her baby boy who succumbed to a grueling 10 month battle with brain cancer.  It was at that moment when I decided to cancel the pity party I had been having for myself.  She started her post with the word “Inhale” insinuating how painful the story that she was about to tell was going to be.  She told us about the day she had first met Loren and was asked how many children she had.  She ended her entry with the word “Exhale” indicating the relief of finishing the story of  dealing with horror of the real world without her first born.  I could feel how raw her wounds were and was pained yet grateful for her transparency.  I realized that experiences that painful literally require living one breath at a time and that there are no coincidences as to who is placed in our daily paths. And just as we question if we'll ever be able to breathe again freely, people like these “Warriors” or “Fav Ladies” are placed in our lives to aid us in our breathing when we just can't find the strength to release and exhale or buck up and inhale.

Lately, I have been struggling with my own breathing and I honestly believe that if it weren’t for my induction into the Warrior Hall of Fame by Colette, I would not have crossed paths with Loren or Leslie or any of the other “Fav Ladies” who gave me the oxygen I needed.  I am happy to report that my I am breathing easier today as a result of the paths I have crossed this week and when I breathe easier, I am a much more fun, compassionate and supportive person to be around.  So Colette, Loren and Leslie, thank you!  And I can assure you that my family is just as grateful.  I haven’t been the easiest person to live with lately. 

Exhale...