Today, I share the writing of another author. The author is a man that was one of my college professors in the education department at Covenant College from 1988 to 1993. The impact he had on my life and career cannot be overstated, so I present the link to his article without further ado:
https://covenant.edu/blog/life-career/drawing-line-your-teaching
When I’m teaching, I have to keep a two-way radio on in my classroom. My kids think it’s kind of cool, and I suppose it is, except that the squawks are hard to tune out without tuning out the occasional calls I should be hearing. It’s a kind of ‘listening dance’ to keep my train of thought on track while picking up the gist of the radio traffic so that I don’t miss anything important but dismiss the nonsense.
On Thursday, August 20th, I was with my WorkReady class. They were wrapping up their group discussions of the “Survivor Scenario,” in which they each had to select ten items from a list of 20 or so that could be chosen to help them survive a plane crash in subzero temperatures on a forested mountain, 3-foot deep snow, 100 miles from the nearest town, etc. Then they had to meet in groups to compare lists and decide on what their groups would choose before reporting to the referee (me) what they’d chosen (and why). Finally, if any differences remained between the two groups’ lists, we’d see if they could compromise for the final tally.
As I was saying, it was approaching 9:00 a.m. and the group wranglings were almost done. I had written the group names on the dry erase board and put the word “SURVIVOR” in between the names in anticipation of the lists each group’s reporter was going to give me. Just as we were about to begin the reports, my radio squawked, “Attention, All Staff. Attention All Staff.“
I reached for my radio and cranked up the volume. “Return all residents to their housing units to lock in for emergency count. Repeat. Return all residents to their housing units to lock in for emergency count.”
Little did we know at the time what that would mean for us, but I’d had some idea of what could be happening, and I told them to put their binders away or take them with them, because I was fairly certain that we wouldn’t be having class again for a few days. In reality, we didn’t meet again for WorkReady until August 31st.
What happened? COVID 19 had returned to our facility. As of August 20th, seven staff were out with positive diagnoses. All of us were tested over the next two days. Miraculously, none of us were infected, but we’re still back to wearing N-95 masks all the time. As of this week, we are back to regular programming, though the education department is short-staffed, so my classes are regularly pre-empted for college class supervision. I’m not completely against that, but it does play havoc with my schedule on a regular basis, which becomes a bit tiring. Still, we do good work where we are, and I’m glad to be part of this team. It’s been ten years on this job now, and I hope to be here still ten years from now, still making a difference, still changing lives.
It has been four months since Dad died. Personal life crashes on, but so do state, national, and global experience. The several days surrounding Dad’s service in May were made much better for me by the presence of all my siblings and their spouses. The fellowship with all of them was sweet and rich, and we looked forward eagerly to hopes of reunion again in August. However, in God’s providence, my brother’s family couldn’t make the trip in August again. Instead, we enjoyed a visit with my sister’s family from North Carolina–she and her husband and their three youngest children, the last two being mid-teens.
As part of her time in Maine, this sister, J, found herself on a mission to learn more about our late Mom, who died 34 years ago of bone cancer, just a few months before J’s wedding. J and her husband stayed with each of our other two sisters on this trip, and both had treasures of Mum to share with her. Pictures and letters and drawings that filled out more of Mum’s life than we’d put together before are now being pieced together by our middle sister, and she began to share that with all of us today. Additionally, she discovered a blog on wordpress.com called twofelines (https://twofelines.wordpress.com/) that described a camp that Mum had attended as a young girl in the 1940s. Talk about a hidden treasure! The author of that blog has no idea the gratitude that my siblings and I have toward her for sharing these memory nuggets with us through her blog!
The Lord continues to bless us with the testimonies of His grace for how He worked through Mum and Dad to accomplish His purposes for His glory, our good, and so that we might enjoy Him forever. I am grateful for the hidden treasures that my sisters have brought out to share with each other, that all of us can be enriched by the life our Mum lived.
At the end of a very moving prayer Sunday morning, Elder Joshua Klein led the congregation in saying the Lord’s Prayer. I was caught off guard a little bit by this, as it’s been several weeks since I was in church for various reasons, and the last time we said the prayer together, I stumbled over the words–to my own embarrassment and my wife’s amusement. When we said this phrase, known to many around the world as “forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those that trespass against us,” I was cut to the quick, because I knew immediately that there are people in my life I am not forgiving. And if I am not forgiving my debtors, why should I expect God to forgive me my debts to Him?
I spoke to a friend about this, describing the situation I had in mind. He suggested that if I could not expect the other party to acknowledge guilt for the harm caused to me, then it would do me no good to carry a burden of bitterness for the situation, for I would end up bitter for no good reason. He said, “It’s not your job to save that person. You need to live your own life.”
As I pondered his words, I recognized the truth in them, so I forgive the debts of the other, that I, too, may be forgiven. Further, as the sins that God has forgiven me are “cast into the sea of forgetfulness and are remembered (against me) no more,” so, too, shall I endeavor to the same result with the other party involved. In order for that to happen, however, I realize that I cannot intentionally interact with that person, and as my regular course of life does not involve the person, there is no reason why that should happen, Lord willing. Healing must occur for both parties, healing that only God can bring, and time and distance are required for that to happen.
“For Thine is the kingdom and the power and glory forever. Amen.”
My father fulfilled his wedding vows to my mother by loving, cherishing, and providing for her until death parted them in 1987 when cancer claimed her life. Their wedding anniversary was July 2nd.A few years later, Dad remarried, and he kept the same vows until his death parted them a little over three months ago. Their anniversary is also in July. The entire experience of saying farewell to Dad has been surreal. My initial response was intensely emotional, followed by extended periods of deep reflection. When Mum died, it took years to release the emotion, so I’m hoping to avoid that awful situation. Perhaps, since I’m aware of it, I’ll be able to express my emotions instead of bottling them.
Now, that first paragraph was a Facebook post in early July 2021, and some very thoughtful friends posted the following responses (I’ll use just partial names to protect the innocent/guilty):
Mr. O wrote: Bill, I don’t think we ever get over it. We live with lots of great memories and we look to the future when we will be together for eternity. That’s what helps us get through it.
MD posted: “Always here to talk if you need to and to pray for you.” That was very similar to what DR said: “We never shyed away from uncomfortable or deep conversations. If you ever need to talk I will make myself available to you.”
PR, an acquaintance, said: Grief has no time limit. Take care of yourself, God knows the turmoil of our grief times.
A friend for almost my entire life, RM, added this: “It must be very difficult to re-experience the intense feelings of loss and grief at certain times. Praying for you as you reflect and process. Take good care and be gracious/patient/kind to yourself- like you are with others.” Not too long ago, RM and I spoke on the phone for almost an hour. We’d been schoolmates for many years a long time ago, and though our lives have gone in different directions, our families have somehow staying in touch over the decades. RM and I have done some similar work in our vocations, so I appreciate what was written here. Kind, as always, and generous of thought.
Lastly, two friends from town that have known their own griefs and trials–some of which I’ve known about, too. K shared his thoughts, and J added hers: “In my experience grief comes in waves. Some days I’m completely fine, paddling on calm seas. Other days I’m tossed about in my dingy in the worst seas I can imagine. Take it as it comes, bottling up emotion is poison to the soul. Allow yourself to put the emotion away for a time if you need to, but remember that even though you put it away you still need to deal with it, so give yourself time for that as well. Wishing you nothing but the best always 
”
“It is waves, just like K said, some days I feel stronger than others, then I might feel like I can’t swim against the waves of it coming in. Most of the time I have no idea what the next day or even the next hour will bring, but the agonizing pain has subsided, I know and believe she is still around me, because of that I can survive. I took H to a movie tonight, simple right? Not so much, it brought back waves of the last time I was there my mom sitting next to me. I’m sending you tons of prayers and love.”
As I’ve been reflecting on these and other comments made to my post, my wife and I made our plans for our day tomorrow. We’ve just driven home today from a week out of town, and we have a birthday party open house to attend tomorrow afternoon for my eldest nephew, who turned 40 this week. I told her I’m willing to go alone if she doesn’t feel like it, having been in the car for six hours today. And without thinking, I almost added, “And then I’ll swing over and see Dad afterward. I haven’t seen him in awhile. I want to find out how he’s doing, and tell him about our trip.” I bit my tongue, my heart in my throat, and tears in my eyes. It’s not the first time I’ve thought of “swinging by to see Dad” the last three months, and it won’t be the last. PR is right. Grief has no time limit.
Chris and I were talking this morning, and it struck me that he had a good point; he often does. Who is Chris? He’s one of the men in my first class of the day. Anyway, we were talking about how he gets his day going by being in my classroom–he wants to safeguard that first hour of the day to be in here with me by not being forced to be in some other facility-required programming during that time. We reflected to one another how we weren’t sure when we first met that we’d get along with each other. In fact, we had a little blow up early on, but then we “hugged it out,” as he likes to say, and moved on with our lives.
“You don’t have my sense of humor,” Chris said this morning, “but you’re willing to take a joke, shrug it off, and move on with your life. You don’t let stuff bother you.” And it was that last comment that caught my attention, because there’s a lot that happens in my workday that I DON’T let bother me, yet there are some things that easily get under my skin. While this thought passed through my mind, Chris kept talking. “You mentioned a few days ago that you learned to make jokes at your own expense so bullies’ words wouldn’t hurt so much. I mean, that’s a good coping tool. If I’d been around, I would’ve given those bullies something else to do.”
Chris is a man of action most of the time. He’s learning to use his words more than he used to, and he’s finding his voice. He has begun to advocate more for himself and other residents, and I know of one man here that wouldn’t have made it this long without Chris’ help. Still, leading horses to water and getting them to drink without prompting are two different scenarios, as we all know, and not every colt is ready to learn when the help is available. But this is beside the point today.
The point today is that when I am the butt of sharp comments, the source determines the level of pain successfully inflicted, it seems. Between “many a truth is spoken in jest” and hearing the tone of voice or feeling especially vulnerable when reading the words, the messenger and/or medium can make all the difference between “water off a duck’s back” and “Eh tu, Brute?” In most of my work situations, there are few times when my reaction is the latter, unless the messenger is a coworker or supervisor. Given the circumstances that bring my students here, antisocial communications are common, with ample opportunities to redirect to prosocial responses.
CMS: Creative Mental Solutions are part of the job.
Background to CBI: Where I work, CBI is a term familiar to everyone. CBI, or Cognitive Behavior Intervention, is a key element to the treatment programs the residents of our correctional facility receive. The emphasis here is that we are a correctional facility, not a penal facility. The penalty for our residents is in the fact that they’ve lost their freedom and are separated from their loved ones for an extended period of time. Our facility exists to provide corrective programming in preparation for their eventual return to society. CBI for different needs in our population plays its role significantly, and I have heard many residents speak positively of the results CBI has played in their lives being changed for the better.
My CBI: A month ago, I began participating in a CBI program on my own, not at our facility. It addresses Food and Physical Activity, hence the FPA in the title of this post. This CBI FPA, as I call it, speaks to our relationships with food and physical activity, and learning to understand our needs and wants, and how to maintain healthy choices as a way of life without driving ourselves crazy. The program is called, “Noom,” and it costs about $25 per month at the introductory rate I got for seven months. I’m not sure that I’ll want to keep paying for this program after the 7 months are up, but having paid for that already, I’ll willing to give it my best shot and see if I can establish healthier habits of eating and physical activity between now and then.
The daily routine: There are several elements to the daily Noom routine (autocorrect keeps changing Noom to Zoom, Room, Doom, etc..very annoying).
30-Day Assessment: After the first thirty days with CBI-FPA, the jury is still out regarding its ultimate effectiveness. I can acknowledge some progress toward my goals, but I am not prepared to declare myself reoriented to Noom’s ways of thinking regarding food and physical activity in all the ways they recommend. That said, I do like how Noom addresses common distortions about food, in particular. For example, instead of calling this food “good” and that food “bad,” they address foods according to caloric density. Foods that have high water content are “green” foods, and should make up about 35% of our daily intake. Foods with middling’ water content fall into the “yellow” food category and are recommended to be about 45% of our intake. The last category is “red,” the densest foods, such as dried fruit, full fat dairy and meats, white breads, and so on. Reds should constitute 20% of our daily intake, or less. As I input my daily meals, the app identifies each item according to its color, so I begin to learn how to recognize where I can make adjustments to what I’m eating. Instead of dried fruit, I can choose fresh fruit. Instead of white bread, I can choose whole grain bread. Instead of milk chocolate, I can choose dark chocolate. Moderation and portion control can go a long way.
In my first thirty days, my weight dropped, rose, dropped, dropped, rose a little, dropped a lot, rose slightly, and then it held steady. My attitudes toward eating have begun to change. What I choose to eat IS different today than it was a month ago. I AM more physically active. I am more likely to get up and move than I used to be, and less likely to be a bear in a chair. These are changes I was looking for. This personal challenge has six months to go, but for now, it’s going in the right direction.
What do I think about CBI-FPA so far? Well, if I can maintain this pace, I’ll reach my goal. In my first month, I lost 8.4 pounds. I’d be happy if I lost 7 pounds/month from here on out.
UPDATE: As of end of November 2021, I reached 46 pounds lost with Noom, and maintaining. I’m still following Noom’s principles, and I’m still a fan of the program. Over the course of the five months I’ve learned that every food in moderation is acceptable, even red meats and nuts. When it comes to red meats, though, the leaner the meat, the lighter the caloric content, which makes lean meats healthier choices.
Would it be fair to say that I’m a better teacher than doer? That from my many life experiences I can describe a process for others more efficiently than I can carry it out for myself? I think it is.
Since mid-March, I’ve been proctoring a college class for two adult ed students at the facility where I work. It met one afternoon/evening a week for a Zoom presentation that I broadcast on a movie screen in my classroom for the two men, and then they spent the requisite time that followed until the next lecture completing their assignments. The course was on entrepreneurship, and I’ve taken the class right along with them. It’s been very informative, though I’m not planning to start nor own a business.
I spent a summer during my college years working for an entrepreneur; it was a fascinating experience, and I hope to be able to bring him to my workplace sometime to meet with my students. I worked for him a number of years later under different circumstances, too, and I can see via hindsight that you can take the entrepreneur out of his shop, but he’s still an entrepreneur in how he approaches all his business!
So, today, one of my students was puzzled by a question for the final project, when it asked what steps he would take, if any, to go from his current status to his highest goal–paycheck to wealth. He was quite stymied, really, so I asked him a few questions to get him going, but when he didn’t quite grasp the concept, I made a couple of suggestions. “Consistent sales? Good financial practices? Planning ahead?” The light began to flicker behind his eyes, and he nodded, hesitantly. “Do you play chess?” I inquired. When he indicated yes, I pushed along, “What’s the best way to win?”
“Plan ahead,” he replied.
“Exactly!” I said. “Same with business. You have to plan ahead so that you’re ready, come what may.” At that point, I wanted to burst into the song, “Come What May” from Moulin Rouge, but I restrained myself. Instead, I got up and went to the whiteboard, talking as I moved. “I know you’re catching on, but let’s look at this a little more concretely.”
I drew a vertical line on the board and made it fork off into two directions while quoting Yogi Berra, “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.” I followed up with, “As a business owner, you’re going to be planning for the next steps your business needs to take, of course. And you may see this juncture approaching, and you have in mind that you have one direction you want to go. Either way, you need to be looking at the pros and cons of either direction you could go, and the subsequent junctures those directions could lead to and their pros and cons, and so on, just as you would with each chess move. And as you think you’ve found your way to go, maybe with a few reservations, perhaps an opportunity you weren’t expecting arises regarding the opposite direction, so you look at it again. At that point, you need to talk with you advisers, lay out what your thinking is on both directions, and see if they can see anything you’ve missed. That will help you make the best informed decision possible for the good of your business. And you need to keep looking for chances and hurdles so you can stay ahead of the curve and ahead of your competitors.”
“Does that make more sense?” He indicated that it did, and he returned to his computer to plug away at his marketing and business plan with a renewed sense of direction. I, on the other hand, returned to my desk with the knowledge that I could explain it to him, but wouldn’t be pursuing development nor ownership of my own business.
So, back to the original question: Is it fair to label myself more capable of describing the process than carrying it out? Yes. Yes, it is. 🙂
Is it really over? That which I longed for and dreaded has come and gone already in a whirlwind? Where has the time gone?
April 23rd was so long ago now, six weeks past. So much emotion and reflection have come and gone, come again, and gone again, wave after wave. Tears, sighs, calm, relief, sadness, peace, sorrow, comfort…
May 15th spun in and out of the picture, too, the thrill of reunion, bursts of joy, anger, delight, release, remembrance, healing, restoration, but ending too soon as always. Parting yet again, homeward to burdens of life beyond these borders. God have mercy! He does. We pray, and He does.
My favorite month slips away, and June is nigh upon us. In God we trust, we hope, we live. Amen.
“And Mr. B?” He turned to me in expectation. “I am aware of how hypercritical I can be!”
My comments weren’t directed at B, as my critical comments had to do with someone else entirely, but B had witnessed them and was making a passively aggressive disapproving face. He’s a “live and let live” kind of guy, and I often am, too. However, I have standards as a teacher that must be met by fellow instructors, and when they’re not, I get warm under the collar.
As I had said just moments earlier to B and J, one of my teachers once told me, “Bill, don’t drop your voice at the end of sentences, and don’t mumble what you have to say, unless what you have to say is unimportant. And if that’s the case, don’t bother saying it at all, because if you drop your voice or mumble, what you’re saying will come across as unimportant and not worth listening to.”
I’ve just spent more than an hour listening to a lecture on a topic that I find interesting. However, the lecturer dropped the final 5-7 words of almost every sentence he spoke, and/or he mumbled frequently. Even when I sat directly in front of the loudspeakers, I still couldn’t understand him. What a frustrating event! I so wanted to know what he was saying, but as he finished statement after statement, his points were lost, just because no one ever told him that he must keep the volume going and not to mumble!
Having railed against him, I sat down and glanced at Mr. B and Mr. I. Mr. I, a.k.a. J, knows me better than Mr. B does and is used to my expectations of fellow instructors, so it hadn’t caused him any concerns that I’d gone off on the lecturer for mumbling. Still, I thought it best to acknowledge my own awareness of the critical nature of my comments so that Mr. B would know I’m aware of how I come across. He seemed to appreciate that.
Between the mumbling lecturer and an unstable internet connection that has dropped us from the online group five times in less than 90 minutes tonight and caused audio slowdowns about ten times, I’m relieved we’ve come to the end of the road with this Zoom doom.
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