Monday, February 28, 2011

Letters to Sam: A Grandfather's Lessons on Love, Loss, and the Gifts of Life

I've been wanting to read this book forevah, but I have too many books and too little time so I have to pick and choose...not to mention I try to find the best deal I can on any said book since I do read so many books...it can get costly {$$cha-ching$$}. 

Yes, I probably should visit my public library more often but if a book has something to teach me then I turn into a page bending, note taking, underlining book readin' fool and I don't think Bess Haile {The Library Queen, I refer to her as this with the utmost respect} would appreciate me muckin' up her books.  


Daniel Gottlieb starting writing letters to his grandson, Sam, when he was born not knowing he would later be diagnosed with autism.  But boy, does he have something to teach his grandson on his different-ness.


Photo obtained from author's website
 "I wanted to teach him what I've learned about fighting against the kind of adversity that I face almost daily and that I fear he will face in his life. And I wanted to tell him how peace comes to us when we simply stop fighting."  
Let me first tell you a bit about Dr. Daniel Gottlieb.  He's an amazing man who happens to be a quadriplegia.  He is a practicing psychologist and family therapist, a columnist for the Philadelphia Inquirer, a radio host, written several books, and is a father and grandfather.  Whew! Despite being a quadriplegia he has forged ahead in life fighting his fears, insecurities, and losses all the while dishing up his personal wisdom to help others.
  
..."And I wanted him to understand that as he gets older, giving love may be even more important than receiving it."

The author touches on most subjects {Family, Different-ness, Your Body, Mind and Spirit, What's Ahead for You, Your Place in the World, Afterword}delivering common sense, humor and wisdom in each of his letters to Sam.  This book touched my heart making me want to write letters to my son.  I may have to settle with a blog from the Not So-Mother of the Year.


Dr. Dan Dottlieb
Photo obtained from author's website
Some of the Letters to Sam and the lesson:
*Reclaiming Your Wisdom - So your job is simple this: trust your instincts, remember your secret pact, and reclaim the wisdom you have always had.
*Your Perfection - Your different-ness and my different-ness are just facts.  Sometimes what we do with our minds turns those facts into pain, and sometimes we can just treat them as facts, acknowledging them but not feeling them.  But the more feel your different-ness, the more lonely you will feel. 
*The Journey Inside - The journey inside could be the most courageous journey of all...as we embark we must have faith that we will be okay on the other side.
*Losing Your Binky - Each stage of growth involves loss.  Without it, you can't have the gain.  So when you feel the pain of loss, please don't grab at something to take away the pain.  Just have faith that pain like everything else is transitional...on the other side of the pain, you will learn something about who you are.  

"All are stories about what it means to be human."

Now YOU just have to read this book.  This book has much to teach the reader.  I can't wait to read his newest book, The Wisdom of Sam: Observations on Life from an Uncommon Child.  


Note:  Dr. Daniel Gottlieb recently suffered a fall from his wheelchair and is currently in rehab trying to regain his strength and the use of his left arm.  I am wishing him the very best.   


Dr. Dan at rehab - photo from author's website

My Kind of To-Do List

Happy Monday

Photo obtained from ICanRead.com

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Saturday, February 19, 2011

I'm not going to write you a love song--or a love letter??

I know Valentine's Day is over, but I simply loved this story about George and Barbara Bush and the love letters they have written to each other over the past 60 years. Not to mention seeing a grown man shed a few tears over the woman he loves. Pitter. Patter.


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Every Valentine's Day, Mother's Day, birthday, Christmas, etc. my husband and son ask me what I would like as a gift. I'm not a one for jewelry or extravagant gifts, they mean little to me. I'm a practical kind of girl---give me a cordless drill! {Thank you, Dad}. Okay, so maybe a note or poem isn't so practical...but I AM a girl. I replied with the same answer I give them several times throughout the year, "a note or a poem written by YOU." And then the GROANING begins! ARRGHHH!!

My husband told me this past Valentine's Day that he wrote me THE one poem he will ever have in him, no other poem will ever be written by him for me. It was his one and only shot at poetry and love letter writing. It was written for my 38th birthday. {Let's not talk about his spelling}. It's short, sweet, silly and one of the things I treasure the most in this world. I believe it was written with a crayon...green of course...his favorite color.



When my son was a little boy {he's now 15 and waayyyy to cool to be writing a note to his mother}, he often wrote me the sweetest notes and drew me the cutest pictures {until he hit his military phase}. I have saved every last one of them. This was before he became a teen and I became an idiot. I know...it's a phase. {This is where I stop and wonder how my mother, God bless her soul, made it through the teen years of her four daughters!}


My point to the men of the world is that they could get off so cheap in regard to the cost of buying a gift--not to mention the shopping for the said gift {which I think my men hate almost as much as letter writing} by scratching out a few little lines on a piece of paper. It would take them less than three minutes and bring immense JOY to the women in their lives. Easy peasy! Instead they act like you have asked them to 'Lasso the Moon'.


I write this blog in jest. I know my boys love me. I certainly knew when I married my husband that he was no Yeats, but I think he may have a touch of Silverstein in him.
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One written word is worth a thousand pieces of gold. ~ Japanese proverb

Friday, February 18, 2011

The Promises She Keeps - by Erin Healy

Promise Dayton’s life veers off course when it intersects with Zack Eddy’s mother, Porta.

This book has many elements including cystic fibrosis, autism, twins, photography, art, spirituality, and a smattering of supernatural.  I know what you’re thinking…it does sounds like an odd mix, but somehow the author is able to pull it off without going overboard.   She is able to give her readers incredible insight into the lives of those who live with cystic fibrosis and autism.  After reading this book you will have a deeper understanding of both as well as an appreciation how these diseases affect the lives of those who suffer from them as well as their families who live it with them. 


Portia is a witch who follows her son to a new town to open an art gallery as she searches for the secret for immortality.  She believes that Promise, who suffers from cystic fibrosis, is the one person who can bring this to fruition. 

Promise is looking for a way to forever be remembered after her death, knowing that cystic fibrosis will cut her life short.  She is tries to jump start her own singing career as the book opens, hoping this will be a way to never be forgotten.  She meets Zack at art class where she is a live model.  This is where the trouble begins. 

Author, Erin Healy - photo obtained from author's website.
Promise suffers from several freak accidents during her relationship with Zack.  Zack’s mother, Porta, wants Zack to make Promise hers, literally.  Porta believes Promise is the ‘one’ who is immortal, thereby able to grant immortality to whomever she desires.

Others in the cast of characters are twin siblings, Chase and Chelsea Ellis.  Chase is a high functioning autistic adult.  He is a gifted artist who draws only on black paper with white pencils and has an ‘obsession’ with trees.  It may be better stated to say that he understands trees and human spirit (you have to read the book).  Chelsea and Chase’s mother left years ago, not able to take care of a child with autism and their father disappears during the Iran war.  However, Chase’s father is able to speak to him through his art.  Chelsea has taken on the task of being her brother’s caretaker with the assistance of an aide, Wes. 

This book was odd, yet it was able to grab my attention and and hold it.  I found myself wanting to get back to the book in the morning before work, lunch, waiting for the school bus...you get the idea.  I had to read the book!  I have a difficult time trying to put this book into words…it’s not like most books.  I thank the author for the education in regard to autism and cystic fibrosis.  I enjoyed the read, and still find myself thinking about Chase and life’s mysteries. 

Synopsis from the author’s website: 
Promise, a talented young singer with a terminal illness, is counting on fame to keep her memory alive after she dies. Porta is an aging sorceress and art collector in search of immortality.
When Promise inexplicably survives a series of freak accidents, Porta believes that she may hold the key to eternal life.
Enter Chase, an autistic artist who falls in love with Promise and fascinates her with his mysterious visions and drawings.
Soon, all are plunged into a flesh-and-blood confrontation over the mystery and the cost of something even greater than eternal life…eternal love.
  
I received this book free from the publisher through the BookSneeze®.com book review bloggers program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Blind Hope - something we can all use from time to time

We all need a bit of blind hope in our lives.  Blind Hope: An Unwanted Dog & the Woman She Rescued shows the world how to achieve just that.  Kim Meeder and Laurie Sacher bring rescued Aussie mutt, Mia, to life in their book.  Mia has much to teach to us two legged beasts of the world, a lesson which can easily be summed up in the title of this book.

After aimlessly wandering through life, Laurie Sacher finds herself working at Crystal Peaks Youth Ranch in Oregon.  This is a isn’t a dude ranch, it’s a special place for emotional healing for broken horses and children that is owned by Kim Meeder, co-author of this book. 
Kim & Troy Meeder - obtained from author's website
Laurie is a lost soul when she starts her job at the ranch.  After seeing the amazing results that the abused animals and children have on each other, Laurie decides that she too wants to make a difference and makes the decision to adopt Mia.  Mia is a 9-year old Australian shepherd mix with a myriad of problems.  Laurie was expecting a beautiful, stylish dog but what she receives is a scruffy looking mutt with really bad breath.  But this magical mutt has much to teach Laurie.  "Her 'yes' to the dog was also a 'yes' to herself." 
Laurie Sacher - obtained from author's website.
Mia was a mistreated dog with a coat of armor guarding her heart when she and Laurie met.  Over time they came to accept and ultimately love one another.  The lessons taught by Mia to Laurie are lessons we all should be aware of in our pilgrimage through life.  Some of us have already learned these lessons, some of us haven’t.  Some of us may not need all of the lessons shared in this book, but regardless it’s an eye-opening, heart touching tale.  


Laurie sticks with Mia through all of her medical problems (and let me tell you, this poor dog has more health problems than most humans do), willing to do anything necessary to make her life on earth better.  Mia eventually ends up going blind and miraculously Laurie finds a way to train Mia to both trust and listen the sound of her voice and the snap of her fingers so that Mia’s journey through life as a blind dog is easier.


Toward the end of the book the authors introduce twin siblings, Anna and Kent.  These are emotionally distressed children who visit the ranch to find salve to place upon their wounds. The magic mutt Mia is the only one able to reach through the stone wall Kent has built around himself.  “Who would have thought a blind dog could reach into a boy’s prison and love him back to life?”

The book starts out with Laurie rescuing Mia, but the reality at the end of the book is that Mia is the one who rescued Laurie.


The book was an easy read.  There were points in the story that made my throat tighten and my eyes water.  I do wish there was more back-story in the beginning to give the book more depth, but overall I am grateful for Mia's lessons to the me--the reader.  

“Like other rescues on the ranch, Laurie and Mia’s reveals how something beautiful happens when we’re selfless in our actions.” ~ The Blind Hope




Here are some of my favorite quotes in the book:    
“Girl, every hardship we face is an opportunity to either break down or break through.  We choose the outcome.  For each difficulty we struggle with, we decided if it will make us weaker or stronger.”

“Laurie had become the sighted, two legged-student of a blind, four-legged teacher. 

“A sincere kiss, no matter how stinky, is more valuable than gold.”


Mia - The Magical Mutt
Some of Mia’s lessons:
Dogs know how to forgive and keep on forgiving…Man! Here I am a grownup , and in this area I’m still learning.”  ~ Aren’t we all?

“This kind dog had helped a lost woman understand it’s not the outside package that makes people valuable; it’s the truth, the hope, and the new heart that beats within them."


To read the first chapter of this book: Blind Hope by Kim Meeder (Chapter 1)



NOTE:  I received this book for free from WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group for this review

Thursday, February 10, 2011

The Postmistress

I purchased this book based on the recommendation noted on the cover by one of my favorite authors, Kathryn Stockett, author of The Help {talk about A BOOK}, which read, “A beautifully written, thought-provoking novel that I’m telling everyone I know to read.”  The cover was simple.  I read the blurb, on the back purchased the book although I still wasn’t not quite sure if I wanted this book.  But if Kathyrn Stockett recommended it, I couldn’t go wrong…could I?

Author, Sarah Blake - image obtained from her website.

The story is set prior to America's entry into World War II.  Sarah Blake weaves the tale of a postmistress, a female war correspondent, and a disgraced doctor and his wife during these few months.  About three quarters of the way through the book I was still unsure of the plot…where was she taking this story? 

The cast of characters includes a newly appointed postmistress of a small town at the end of the Cape, a young doctor who is trying to atone for his father’s sins who marries his orphaned bride, and most importantly, a female war correspondent who wants to leave her mark in a man’s world.  It’s an odd mix, where in the end all comes together. 


Dr. Will Fitch makes a devastating mistake {no spoiler here} and feels compelled to go to Europe to help those in need due to the Luftwaffe bombings.  He feels guilty and shamed, knowing he is following in his father’s footsteps.  He cannot atone for both his sins and the sins of his father.  He will not wait out life.  He thinks an eye for an eye is fair.  Dr. Fitch leaves behind his pregnant wife, Emma, although she never tells him that she is pregnant. 

The postmistress, Iris James, an ‘intact’ forty-something finally meets her first love, Harry, at the beginning of this story.   She takes her job seriously, thriving on ‘orderliness’ of her job.  Order brings her peace.  She holds everyone’s secrets in her hands, as the mail was the main form of communication in this time period.  Just think about that for a minute.  No television, no Facebook, no cell phones, no Twitter, and very few regular telephones {what do we call the phones in our homes?}.

Image obtained from as-evidenced.blogspot.com

Frankie Bard is a female American foreign war correspondent working for Columbia Broadcasting News under Edward R. Murrow during a time when females were a rarity in this field.  Frankie gets in over her head emotionally as she starts wondering about the end of the story, the follow through…what happens to these people after the glimpse she had into their lives?  This seed of wondering was planted by Dr. Will Fitch.  Will and Frankie met in a funk hole during a bombing.  Yes, funk hole was taken directly from the book.  Frankie’s voice is the female voice heard across America as she describes the horrors of the war as seen by her own eyes.  She must tell these horrors with no emotion in her voice, her job dictates such.

Emma wrote to Will every day.  Will wrote to Emma every day.  Iris, the postmistress, sees the letters come and go, worrying about the day when the letters stop arriving.  Emma writes in her letters, “Will, come home,” and “Will, where are you?”  Iris, the postmistress, holds a letter left by Dr. Fitch for his wife, just in case.

There is no humor, no light, and no happiness in this book. You know these are my list of 'must haves' in my book choices.  But I imagine that there was no humor, no light and no happiness in the lives of the people who lived it.  This book was written to be ‘centered’ on the edges of the war, and most especially, the people of the war. 

In the end, the author ties it all together… finally.  For me, in a sense, it was an educational read.  Sarah Blake does a good job bringing the horrors and the people of the war to life.  I thought of my grandparents and great-grandparents, wondering what their lives were like during this time period.  What did they do, what did they think?  Did they think the world was coming to an end?

It’s a story that is now mostly forgotten by us, and I think we, the human race, should remember this story.  This book is a reminder of the people of this war and the atrocities cast upon them unnecessarily.  These are things that should never be forgotten.  It is not a light read.  It’s not a particularly enjoyable read, but certainly intriguing.  

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Enzo - He's One Smart Dog

I've touched on another one of my favorite books, The Art of Racing in the Rain by Garth Stein, but I haven't really told you about it.  And I'm not going to do that yet, but I AM going to share some of Enzo's (who happens to be a dog...a very smart dog) quotes with you.  I often wonder if my dogs think deep thoughts like Enzo. I think they must.  I love Enzo.  





I changed my mind...because if do I write about it, then I will dissect the book because that's what I do, thereby giving away too much of the story.  And that would be wrong, then you would have no desire to read it.  The book does deal with car racing, which I'm not a huge fan of {sports}...those of you who do know me, know I'm a sports hater {there's that word again}...no wheels, no balls...but Garth Stein doesn't overplay the whole racing thing. Actually, the whole book is just about perfect.  You will laugh, you will try not to cry...but you will, you will cheer for Denny and Enzo, you will want to be Enzo.  Seriously.  Enzo is smarter than most of  us two legged beasts. 


This information was obtained from the author's website: 
"Enzo knows he is different from other dogs: a philosopher with a nearly human soul (and an obsession with opposable thumbs), he has educated himself by watching television extensively, and by listening very closely to the words of his master, Denny Swift, an up-and-coming race car driver. Through Denny, Enzo has gained tremendous insight into the human condition, and he sees that life, like racing, isn't simply about going fast. Using the techniques needed on the race track, one can successfully navigate all of life's ordeals.

On the eve of his death, Enzo takes stock of his life, recalling all that he and his family have been through: the sacrifices Denny has made to succeed professionally; the unexpected loss of Eve, Denny's wife; the three-year battle over their daughter, Zoë, whose maternal grandparents pulled every string to gain custody. In the end, despite what he sees as his own limitations, Enzo comes through heroically to preserve the Swift family, holding in his heart the dream that Denny will become a racing champion with Zoë at his side.

A heart-wrenching but deeply funny and ultimately uplifting story of family, love, loyalty, and hope, The Art of Racing in the Rain is a beautifully crafted and captivating look at the wonders and absurdities of human life...as only a dog could tell it.



Enzo's Song - Song and Photos by Martin Odstrcil

Now onto the really good stuff.  Enzo's quotes:


"In Mongolia, when a dog dies, he is buried high in the hills so people cannot walk on his grave. The dog’s master whispers in the dog’s ear his wishes that the dog will return as a man in his next life. Then his tail is cut off and put beneath his head, and a piece of meat of fat is cut off and placed in his mouth to sustain his soul for its journey; before he is reincarnated, the dog’s soul is freed to travel the land, to run across the high desert plains for as long as it would like.

I learned that from a program on the National Geographic Channel, so I believe it is true. Not all dogs return as men, they say; only those who are ready.

I am ready."

--
"Those monkey-thumbs were meant for dogs. Give me my thumbs, you fu**ing monkeys!" 
--
"My soul has learned what it came to learn, and all the other things are just things. We can't have everything we want. Sometimes, we simply have to believe." 
--
"If you taught me to read and provided for me the same computer system as someone has provided for Stephen Hawking, I, too, would write great books. And yet you don't teach me to read, and you don't give me a computer stick I can push around with my nose to point at the next letter I wish typed. So whose fault is it that I am what I am?"
--
"...And I knew, as Denny sped me toward the doctor who would fix me, that if I had already accomplished what I set out to accomplish here on earth, if I had already learned what I was meant to learn, I would have left the curb one second later than I had, and I would have been killed instantly by that car. But I was not killed. Because I was not finished. I still had work to do." 
--
"But what is worse, smelling the roast and not feasting, or not smelling the roast at all?" 


Did I tell you Enzo was a smart dog?  You really gotta read the book. Really.  Garth Stein makes me wonder what my dogs think as they sit there and give me that look.  Do they think I'm not making the right decisions? Do they care? Oh, what I would give to know what my dogs think.  I think Garth Stein has it all figured out.  I think Scamp is probably the deep thinker in my three.  


Scamp - my philosophical dog. 








Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Reminder

Just remember:
A world without hate, racism, despair, war, and death would be HEAVEN!!!

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Two Notes - Kindness, Gratitude and Thank-You Notes

You must know by now that I love a story with a happy ending.  I love gratitude and kindness.  I especially love it when they all three come together like kismet creating an explosion of graceI stumbled upon this story posted on Facebook by HelpOthers.org. I have shamelessly copied this story and photos from The Martha's Vineyard Times.  I'm grateful that the reporter, Nelson Sigelman took the time to find those involved in this story, without his help we wouldn't know about these two wonderful little girls and their small, yet compassionate gifts to a quietly grieving man.   You won't regret taking the time to read this story.  I promise.  


Bruce Bailey with his wife Judy - It's Christmas time and his last name is Bailey--coincidence?
This was originally posted on January 26, 2011 in The Martha's Vineyard Times


It was a chance conversation between strangers in the departure terminal of Logan Airport in Boston the Sunday following Christmas. Waiting for their flight, an Island mother and her two young girls sat next to a man returning to California, carrying an unseen burden of grief. 

They boarded the same plane. During the flight the children each handed Bruce Bailey a note that he tucked in his pocket unread. The plane landed, and they went their separate ways.
Later, at home in San Diego, Bruce Bailey read the notes. As the weeks passed, he wanted to contact the girls to let them know how their words and simple, unadorned kindness had eased his grief over the recent loss of his wife and had affected his outlook on life.
He knew from the notes that the girls were named Kaya and Grace. He recalled that the family said they were visiting relatives. He knew they lived on Martha's Vineyard but little else beyond the bare details of mutual loss they shared in conversation while waiting for their plane.
A lawyer by profession, first in private practice and now for the city of San Diego, Mr. Bailey called the Vineyard Haven post office. Perhaps, he thought, the postmaster in a small community would know a mother with two children named Kaya and Grace.
Postmaster Joe Massua did not. He recommended Mr. Bailey call The Martha's Vineyard Times.
A late evening call
Two weeks ago today, Mr. Bailey called The Times office. It was late. He caught a reporter on his way out the door. Mr. Bailey asked him if he could spare a few minutes to listen to his story.
He explained that eight months ago his wife had died of pancreatic cancer. "Judy and I had been married for 39 years," he said. "I met her in law school at the University of Toledo. She was one of three females in the class."
It had happened quickly. On March 9, his birthday, the doctor delivered a grim prognosis. "Two months and three days later, she passed on. Excuse me," he said as he paused a moment, "I'm still getting over this."
In December, Mr. Bailey decided to travel East for one week, a trip he described as a memorial tour.  He visited New York City where through a stroke of luck he was able to get into a sold out show by trumpeter Chris Botti. Three years earlier he and his wife had seen Chris Botti together.
He spent Christmas with his relatives in Marblehead. "It was healing for me to get away," he said.
He left for the airport early that Sunday, anxious to avoid a snowstorm that was expected. The terminal was crowded as he waited for a Southwest Airlines flight to San Diego.
Mr. Bailey said he still attends counseling sessions through Hospice. "One of the things that I am getting through is not only the grieving process but where I can talk to people without crying," he said. "And I am getting there, I'm doing fine."
That Sunday
A woman with two children sat in the only empty seats, next to him. "I started talking to mom, and I don't remember her name. I know she was Italian and just a wonderful lady."
She was traveling with her daughter, Kaya, 7, and stepdaughter, Grace, 13. He thinks they said something about traveling to Carlsbad.
He learned that the woman's first husband had died suddenly a few years earlier and she had remarried a man who had lost his wife, Grace's mom, five years earlier.
"Grace was sitting on the other side of mom so I had to look around mom to say hi to Grace. And Grace said to me, 'You know, Mr. Bailey, my mom died of pancreatic cancer too, and that was five years ago.' And I said, gee you were eight years of age."
"We talked about it just briefly," he said.
The conversation was casual despite a few tears as the older man, mother, and children shared the details of their lives. After about 40 minutes, they said goodbye and boarded their plane.
Two notes
"Before the plane landed in Phoenix the two girls came up and said, 'Mr. Bailey, here,' and they handed me two notes."
He briefly looked at the notes and placed them in his pocket. Later, he caught a glimpse of the family across the luggage pickup area.
"I didn't have a chance until I got home to read them and understand what they really were," he said. He said they were both lovely notes, but Grace's in particular struck a deep chord. "That an eight-year-old who loses her mom and who is now 13 could write a letter like that to me — I was just floored by it.
"Grace's insightfulness has given direction to this 65 year old dealing with his grief," he said.
Mr. Bailey made copies of both notes and he carries both with him. He placed the originals in a memorial booklet dedicated to his wife.
Grace's note to Bruce Bailey.
Mr. Bailey, a partner in a private law firm, was in semi-retirement when he decided to take a job with the city of San Diego, which is engaged in litigation against several major companies in connection with a series of devastating wildfires.
He said he loves his new job and the direction it provides, and he wrestles with the loss he feels. But he is quick to add that he is getting through it. "I am so blessed," he said.
Asked what he would want Grace and Kaya to know when they are older, Mr. Bailey said, "What I would like them to know is that even at their young age they can help the world be a better place, and I'm a perfect example of it. They have helped me immeasurably in my outlook on getting through grief. That's what they should know.
"And if I never reach out to them, they'll never know what those simple little 40 minutes that they spent with me and their mom, and then their little notes — they'll never have an idea of how much I want to thank them and let them know that I'm making great steps forward thanks to them."
Editor's note: Mr. Bailey hopes to hear from the family. The Times will forward contact information to him.
Kaya's note to Bruce Bailey.
Part Two - The Happy Ending
This was published on January 27, 2011 in The Martha's Vineyard Times:  
It did not take long for Bruce Bailey of San Diego to learn the identity of the mother and two children from Martha's Vineyard that he met in a departure terminal at Logan Airport in Boston the Sunday following Christmas.
On Friday, one day after Gina Patti heard from Bruce Bailey, Grace (left) and Kaya sent him a photo.
Mr. Bailey wanted to let the Vineyard family know how much their kindness during that meeting meant to him. He called The Martha's Vineyard Times.
"Do you think there's any chance we can find them?" he asked a reporter.
"Absolutely," the reporter said.
The resulting story, "Healing notes of kindness span generations and the nation," appeared Wednesday evening on mvtimes.com and in print Thursday, January 27.
The first online comment, posted by Katherine May-Waite, appeared at 7:12 pm, last Wednesday. "I know, as I'm sure many others do, who the kindhearted mother and wonderful daughters are referred to in this article. I know they were on the last flight out of Logan that day of the terrible snow storm. We will call and be sure to bring this article to their attention"
 The second comment was posted at 7:58 pm that same night.
"This story touched my heart very deeply. That strangers could meet in an airport waiting area and just reach out and touch another person's soul has restored my faith in human kind. It makes it all the more touching to me because I am the father of Kaya and Grace, and I am married to Gina, their mom and stepmom. I Love them, and they truly are wonderful girls. Robert Oslyn. Oak Bluffs."
A friend called Gina Patti of Oak Bluffs Wednesday night and said there was a story about her on mvtimes.com. Ms. Patti read the story and shared it with her two girls.
On Thursday, she called Mr. Bailey's telephone number in California and left a message.
"I yelled when I got your voice mail," Mr. Bailey emailed her. "The dogs thought I was crazy, but now they know that my prayers have been answered."
In a telephone conversation Thursday afternoon, Ms. Patti told The Times, "It wasn't luck. We were all meant to meet."
Ms. Patti said the story has provided a lesson for her daughters and others who hear about it.
"You really can make a difference," she said. "And it doesn't take much to be kind."
Friday, Mr. Bailey left a voice mail message for Times managing editor Nelson Sigelman.
"There's just been an extraordinary outpouring of goodwill and it is all about the girls," Mr. Bailey said. "It is about Grace and Kaya and their kindness and their abilities at that young age to reach out. I just can't tell you what the outpouring of joy — that's it joy — from my friends here (San Diego) has been and it is being shared and shared and shared, and that's a good thing, because maybe more people will understand that's what we need.
I am just thrilled to have spoken with the family yesterday and I promise that I will see you all this summer."
In an online comment posted late Friday, Gina, Grace and Kaya responded to Mr. Bailey and the many commentors on mvtimes.com touched by their story.
"Thank you all for making this possible and such a positive experience. Bruce, our encounter meant as much to us as it did you. I am sure we'll see you on this special Island and out in California. Nelson Sigelman, thanks for picking up that last phone call of the day, taking an interest in the story and beautifully capturing its essence! And, of course, thanks to all you, the wonderful community on Martha's Vineyard, who has embraced and supported our family throughout the years."
Grace and Kaya - Young ambassadors of goodwill. 

Of course I have to end this story with the ultimate book on thank-you notes.  I keep talkin' about it, and I think it will be a lonnnggg time before I stop talkin' about it.  I'm doing my own 365 Thank Yous and so far it has been an amazing journey, someday I'll share it with you.  The book is a must read.  


Friday, February 4, 2011

The Baddest Dogs in the Whole Darn Town!

I have three dogs...two chocolate labs who are father and son and one mutt who looks like a miniature lab from afar.  They go to work me every day.  These dogs are the baddest dogs in the whole damn town.  It’s a love-hate relationship.  Most of the time I love them, occasionally I hate them.  Okay!! Okay!! Hate is a strong word…they really just ANGER me at times...

BoBo wants my attention. 
...like this morning…I woke up to the smelly, messy leftovers of a Bumpuses {A Christmas Story} Party.  Trash everyfreakinwhere!  I thought about taking a photo, but decided you’d rather not see it.  And before you judge me on my trash, let me explain that my county does not provide trash pickup services for those of us who live in the county.  So here in the country we just have to run it by the dump on our way to town.  I used to leave the trash the back of my hubby’s truck but a raccoon, possum or something found our trash spot and now the four wheel drive can no longer serve as our trash dumpster.  I left this particular FULL bag of trash in the pantry with the door shut.  But SOMEBODY in my household went into the pantry and failed to shut the door upon their exit as instructed.  Sigh. 

BoBo the Trash Dog caught red handed!

BoBo
Prior to going to bed I must put the house on lock down.  If I don’t I will be more than sorry when I wake! This includes SHUTTING the pantry door IF a bag of trash is stored in there for the night, placing the trashcan on the counter, removing ALL knobs from our gas stove, placing books on the chairs in our house that DO NOT belong to the dogs {they each have their own wingback chair to sleep in—they were free}, clearing the counter tops of any food products {ie: chips, bread, Dove chocolate, etc} and finally making sure the food bowls are full so that they don’t play dog hockey on the hardwood floors with their empty food bowls {believe me, the noise will wake you from a dead sleep}.

Doggy football
We have been gassed twice by the dogs, the latest being just a few weeks ago.  I woke that morning and came down to the kitchen to the smell of rotten eggs!  I thought hhhmmm…the trash is especially smelly today.  I was trying to remember WHAT we had prepared for dinner the night before that would cause SUCH a smell.  I removed the bag o’ smelly trash and placed in our mo-bile dumpster.  There was STILL a smell when I got out of the shower.  I took my son to school, ran by Wal-Mart and returned home to the WORST smell imaginable.  Rotten eggs!?!  I started looking around the kitchen trying to figure out what the heck was stinkin’ so badly, when I happened to look down at the stove I noticed No 1. that there were TWO knobs in place on the stove (this is a BAD thing) and No 2. that one was turned slightly to the left thereby emitting an unseeable gas into the house.  The putrid smell was the smell of GAS!!  ARRGHHH!!  

Brothers in their hearts.
Bumpuses!!  I had failed to properly lock down the kitchen. EPIC FAIL!  Yes, I know we are lucky.  My oldest lab, Hundley Hall’s Bocephus Brown {my husband’s homage to two of his favorite singers James Brown and Hank Williams, Jr--I know--talk about opposite ends of the spectrum} aka Bo-Bo is an English lab of massive proportions.  He weighs almost 120lbs and when he stands on his two hind legs is well over five feet tall.  The dogs must go on a nightly prowl just to see what they can find to eat. 

Scamp asleep in HIS chair
Scamp! Scamp is Bo-Bo’s son.  You would never know it by looking at him.  He has none of his father’s English lab characteristics...no big head, no stubby tail and no big body.  Scamp walks to the beat of his own drum.  It took a few years before he decided he liked being petted. He will seldom look you in the eye.  When he whines he sounds like a baby trying to talk.  He’s a dirty rotten thief!  He will steal ANYTHING, and he’s sneaky about it.  I finally found the office TV remote behind the house at the bottom of the swing set slide {my office is next to my house}.  This means that either Amy or I must have opened the door for him as he made his exit WITH the remote in his mouth and we did not notice.  I had a client stop by one evening and as he stepped up onto the porch of the office his loafer slipped off of his foot.  Guess who grabbed it and made a mad dash to places unknown.  Yes, Scamp.  Embarrassing!!  He also likes fruits and vegetables.  He will steal bananas, apples, grapes and tomatoes.  He climbs like a Billy goat to steal produce.  We no longer attempt to grow a garden because he 

MY banana! - Scamp

The Halloween decorations - Scamp
will EAT anything planted.  We no longer have fall/Halloween displays because he ate the pumpkins and the Indian corn.  I know now that he is the leader of the gang when it comes to their trashcan parties.  One last Scamp story…Scott, my heating/air guy was working in the basement a couple of months ago and he typically goes in through the cellar door, leaving the cellar door open while he works.  He said that Scamp stood at the top of the steps whining and talking.  Scott said he didn’t have the time to “go see what his problem was.”  When he finished his job and made his way up the cellar steps and noticed his missing tool sitting on the top step.  He hadn’t been able to find this particular tool for weeks and wondered where it was.  Welllll, we know now.  Scamp STOLE it!  He must have felt guilty because he returned it.  Scott was curious, wondering if Scamp knew it was HIS tool and was he really returning it?  I think so.  This is a dog that truly lives up to his name. 

Picnic tables aren't just for eating - Scamp
Rudy, Rudy, Rudy.  Rudy came to us a little over two years ago on December 19th.  Hence his new name {Rudolph}.  He was a rescue dog.  His owner was supposed to pickup up that evening at 7pm but called to say she couldn’t take him back home since she has rescued him from her neighbors, and was fearful of what may happen to him if she took him home.  What's a girl to do when a dog has no home?  Rudy is short and has a major Napoleonic complex.  When we found him his collar read, ‘Bad to the Bone’--no kidding.  He is the smallest alpha dog ever.  He’s bossy, grumpy and spoiled.  One on one he’s a great dog, but when you add the other two into the mix in it can get a little overwhelming when he's turns into Mr. Bossy.  But I love him.  I know he IS NOT the dog cruisin’ my counter tops and getting into the trashcan because he’s too short.  This wins him a few points in my heart. 

Rudy - who couldn't love a face like this? 
I won't get into the full moon, 2 am dog fight that resulted in a vet bill of approximately $300, or the furniture that Bo-Bo has eaten over the years (he's neurotic), the fact that I still use baby gates in my house and my child is now 15-yrs old, or if you can't find the finger nail clippers they are probably in BoBo's dog food bowl, and the other 100 stories I could tell you about these three.  I'll save those for another time.

The result of the full moon dog fight.


Rudy in MY chair--this is NOT allowed!
The Trio of Trouble may drive me completely insane at times, but I still love them.  I know Scamp is a deep thinking dog like Enzo in the book, The Art of Racing in the Rain.  You really need to read this book.  I'm a girl and I loved it even though there was a lot of car racing throughout the storyline.  That last statement speaks volumes!  Really, I promise you'll love Enzo.  I'll tell you more about Enzo in the near future.


Their brother in brown.  They LOVE the UPS man!