tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80163944157942527152024-03-13T23:03:01.978-04:00The VALunteer ProjectI will be volunteering for several nonprofit organizations for one year. From helping out animals to building houses, I will attempt to help make my local community a better place, and hopefully, inspire others to get active as well.vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-44020339815617894762011-04-18T14:02:00.000-04:002011-04-18T14:02:28.903-04:00Crossing the Finish LineOn April 16, 2010, I started my exploration in philanthropy at HAVEN — a shelter for women and children of domestic and sexual abuse in Pontiac. This past Saturday, April 16, I hit the one-year mark volunteering with area residents by picking up trash in Pontiac.<br />
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<a href="http://www.theoaklandpress.com/articles/2011/04/16/news/doc4da9c42499048536566145.txt">Read the story here.</a> <br />
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In between those two dates, I have volunteered with the hungry, homeless, senior citizens and children. I even managed some time with the four-legged variety. For the most part, I did volunteer every week, with a couple of exceptions on vacation. I do wish I had blogged more and sent out volunteering tips these last couple of months. That was a failure on my part.<br />
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Regardless, I am finished. I'm not sure how I expected to feel upon finishing. I had no huge epiphanies during the year. Yes, I learned to appreciate my life more. But there were days when I wanted to be home, reading a book instead of going out for my weekly gig.<br />
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This weekend, I went to a co-worker's home for a shindig. After talking to his girlfriend, who is a first-generation U.S. citizen of Polish descent — she reminded me of something I am acutely aware of, yet benefited from the reminder.<br />
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After listening to her talk about how her parents came to America and how she grew up poor, she said, "Americans expect things to be given to them." <br />
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How true those words are. And how many times have I thought "I deserve that." <br />
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This year has taught me that life can be unfair to many, and sometimes, as fellow humans, we must lend a helping hand. The woman who gets cancer and loses her home because her insurance would not cover her treatments; the children who take backpacks of food home over the weekend so that they have something to eat; the sweet, old Labrador-mix who no on adopts and just wants a romp outside — these stories are everywhere, and yet, many have become immune to them.<br />
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I love my soapbox, and I plan on using it now. So, if you're not in the mood for a lecture, I advise you to stop reading. You've been warned.<br />
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Nothing annoys me more than people who complain about the world's state of affairs, yet do nothing to make a difference. I could be given a gold medal in whining — just ask me how I feel about the weather today (it's snowing outside). My husband <i>should</i> be given a gold medal for listening to me whine.<br />
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Back to the point: Yes, the economy sucks, gas prices soar, the U.S. military is led into more conflicts abroad than I care to remark on. The rich get richer and the poor get poorer. The world will end in 2012. There is plenty of fodder to complain about.<br />
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It's cliche, but true: Change starts at home. Instead of carping about all of the problems in the world, consider tutoring a child in your neighborhood or serving a meal to someone in need. If you don't want to give your time (and trust me, no one is too busy to donate time every once in awhile) please, don't complain to me. You will not find me sympathetic. <br />
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This weekend, as I interviewed volunteers for a story for The Oakland Press, I met a homeless woman who hopped off the bus from Detroit to help clean up the streets because she said she wants to be a help to society. I am continually amazed by the giving nature and optimism of others. Perhaps what I most gained from this experience is appreciation and admiration for my peers who make their lives a story of giving back.<br />
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Because I cannot name every person I met, (but you know who you are) I want to let you know how much I appreciate all that you do for your communities. You inspired me.<br />
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While the project may be over, I will continue to volunteer (though, not on a weekly basis). I seem to have found a rhythm — I already have two events lined up for the near future.<br />
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If anything, I hope this blog some positive messages about people making positive change, and hopefully, I inspired you to give back as well.<br />
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Thanks for reading.vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-32949619484031105642011-04-12T22:48:00.006-04:002011-04-15T14:44:54.128-04:00National Volunteer Week<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The kids listening to music at OLHSA.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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It seems fitting that I will end my volunteer/blog exploration during National Volunteer Week.<br />
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Over the last two weeks, I have volunteered at <a href="http://www.olhsa.org/">OLHSA</a>, reading books to preschoolers and later hanging out with seniors at the <a href="http://www.opcseniorcenter.org/">OPC </a>in Rochester. This weekend, I will end my stint during a clean-up in Pontiac. <br />
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It was a sad day at <a href="http://www.olhsa.org/">OLHSA</a>, as nineteen employees worked their last day because budget of cuts in funding. In this climate, it seems unlikely that <a href="http://www.olhsa.org/">OLHSA </a>will regain funding, but here's hoping.<br />
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Studies have shown that early education can make a huge difference in childrens' performance. When I walked into the classroom, children were playing at an indoor sandbox. Corralling these tykes was no easy feat, but they were soon seated on a circular rug while I read "The Berenstain Bears Learn About Strangers."<br />
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These kids were adorable. I quizzed them in between reading and shouts of "My favorite color is pink" about strangers. I wasn't the lone volunteer though, members of the Bloomfield Optimist Club come every month to read and sing music to the boisterous children.<br />
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Last Friday, I headed out to the OPC for the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Gangsters and Hot Babes Millionaire Party fundraiser. The work day had been disasterous with only a handful of staff in the office. It was hectic, and I was not really in the mood to volunteer. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The OPC, as always, lifted my mood. I arrived in jeans and a sweater, and quickly changed into a dress and topped that off with a red feather boa.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A foursome of young ladies sang songs from the Roaring '20s. Seniors wore feather headbands, flapper dress and were accompanied by dates in suits and silk ties. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I stepped in by greeting seniors and then borrowed from my past, serving dinners and clearing plates. The OPC goes above and beyond in creating authentic ambiance. The aforementioned singers strolled from room to room, performing in a parlor style.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">A band played in the auditorium while seniors sashayed along the wooden dance floor. And the roulette and blackjack tables were swarming with gamblers. I wove in between them all with refreshments. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Of course, I got my dance with Ralph, and even scored a story scoop. The people at the OPC are incredibly kind, and are a prize within the community. By the time I left, my darkened mood had lifted. This is either the magic of the OPC, volunteering or a combination of both.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I'm looking forward to this weekend — my last documented volunteer gig.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span>vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-73617531272171646342011-03-24T10:18:00.001-04:002011-03-24T10:48:44.268-04:00Three Weeks Later...It's been three weeks since my last post.<br />
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I've been volunteering, but not writing. I don't really have a good excuse for why I haven't been blogging. It reminds me of that thank-you letter I kept putting off until I eventually forgot. But I never <i>really</i> forget these things. Then the guilt worms its way into my consciousness and festers.<br />
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So, cliché as it is — better late than never.<br />
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I can tell you that this past month, I've done more cooking and grocery shopping, and I spent one lovely Sunday afternoon reading for five hours in bed. I spent a weekend with extended family, and I watched a play at Meadowbrook. Rob and I were even able to get a water filtration system installed (well, truthfully, my father-in-law installed it, but that counts, right?) This weekend I will see friends and family for my best friend's baby shower.<br />
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I'm enjoying myself. <br />
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I also overextended myself at work on a special project that took three weeks to complete. And I apologize to co-workers who had to hear me whine about it. Really, how do they put up with me sometimes?<br />
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While I only have a few more weeks left on the project, I know that there are opportunities I was not able to be a part of that I still want to try. Habitat for Humanity is one of them. I also got a call for the "Greening of Detroit" project — where groups travel to the city and plant trees. I know there are other things that I still want to do, and at some point I will.<br />
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But I'm also looking forward to enjoying my summer with friends and family Up North, and not worrying about getting my "time in" and then attempting to find Internet Access in the boondocks to write about it.<br />
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Over the last couple of weeks, I've volunteered for Gleaners (again). What can I say, I love Gleaners, and yet, there always seems to be something new I can learn. So, I packed backpack meals. Two cans of Beef 'n Mac, one can of fruit, one can of vegetables, two milks and a small box of cereal. These are the meals children from low-income homes take with them on Fridays. Knowing my own eating habits, it hardly seems to be enough. Again, it makes me thankful.<br />
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Last weekend, I volunteered for the spelling bee sponsored by The Oakland Press. Not only did I get to meet more people who work for the OP, I was able to watch the enthusiasm of the students who were excited to compete academically.<br />
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There was one week I skipped out on — and I will make up for it, either by doubling up, or going one week longer.<br />
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Next week, I will be reading to preschoolers at OLHSA, and I can't wait. It goes without saying that books are an important part of my life, and I like encouraging children to enjoy reading. <br />
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If anyone has any ideas on how to spend my last weeks, feel free to send me some ideas.vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-79049012251201908052011-02-28T11:45:00.002-05:002011-03-01T09:23:36.877-05:00Walking the Last Lap<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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</div>It's the last day of February. I'm nearly done with my project and yet I feel that instead of wrapping up my journey with gusto, I am walking the last lap. <br />
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Last week, I didn't volunteer. While there have been weeks when I have doubled up, I am disappointed in myself -- again. Sometimes, it is hard to find the variety of volunteer opportunities this part of year. At least, that is the case for any outdoor events. And last week, family priorities trumped my volunteering.<br />
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I tried to make up for it this week, by quite literally walking. I walked laps for Oakland Livingston Human Service Agency in the Walk for Warmth fundraiser. Money from the event goes to provide emergency heating assistance. When news leaked out Friday that OLHSA might be losing a lot of federal funding, I knew that I needed to highlight all the good OLHSA does.<br />
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The first time I visited OLHSA was when I wrote a story about the head start children who were getting Christmas toys by a local Optimist club. Many of these children would not have had toys if it hadn't been for this organization, and it was difficult to not feel touched by the childrens' happy faces.<br />
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So, I called up Adela Piper, the head of PR, and asked if I could come help. On Sunday morning, not feeling super great, I grabbed a backpack and filled it with my notepad, camera and water, and headed over to The Palace of Auburn Hills. There were many volunteers ready to help. Genisys Credit Union supplied about one-hundred-fifty volunteers for the event. OLHSA employees added another fifty.<br />
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Because OLHSA had it pretty much organized, I decided that I would have to make up my time with money, so I threw in some coin and decided that I would walk.<br />
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Before doing so, though, I interviewed volunteers and walkers. Joe Wozniak stuck out, making the lead for the <a href="http://www.theoaklandpress.com/articles/2011/02/27/news/local_news/doc4d6b0c69a8677237129049.txt">news story</a> that I 'volunteered' for work. Within six months, he had lost his wife, his job, and his home. He went to OLHSA for help. And while he is still trying to turn his life around, he makes a point of showing up for this event, and remains optimistic. <br />
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I also was able to chat with Eileen Hawthorne and her daughter Megan. Eileen works one day a week at OLHSA. She is one of those people who just sends out positive vibes. She reminded me of my husband's aunt, Carol. Whenever around Carol, people seem to feel at ease, and just talk. Both women have this charisma, and they also help people when they can. It was energizing to meet someone else like this, and it made walking about three miles go a bit faster. <br />
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To donate to OLHSA, visit <a href="http://www.olhsa.org/contribute">www.OLHSA.org/contribute</a>vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-88581448833968479372011-02-17T14:51:00.000-05:002011-02-17T14:51:55.036-05:00Cruise Control<object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" height="330" id="cs_player" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://eplayer.clipsyndicate.com/cs_api/get_swf/3/&pl_id=21444&wpid=10000&page_count=30&windows=1&show_title=0&va_id=2214520&auto_start=0&auto_next=1" /><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><embed src="http://eplayer.clipsyndicate.com/cs_api/get_swf/3/&pl_id=21444&wpid=10000&page_count=30&windows=1&show_title=0&va_id=2214520&auto_start=0&auto_next=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="330" /></object><br />
So, I've definitely been phoning it in these past few weeks.<br />
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I have been faithfully volunteering, but I haven't done a great job of documenting it in the blog. In fact, as much as I like my project, it's been a tough month and I am looking forward to April.<br />
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Feeling like this also makes me feel like a big load of crap. I'm nearly finished with my project, so why has it made me feel drained? I'm wondering if the gray skies are making me care less, or perhaps I'm just overwhelmed with side projects. Maybe it's laziness?<br />
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Regardless, I need to share what I've been up to.<br />
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Nearly three weeks ago, the headlines (including the OP) screamed "Snowpocalypse." Even though the storm was pretty minor, I knew that most places would be closed, making it hard for me to get my volunteering quota filled.<br />
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So, last week, I took on two gigs to make up for it. But, I only worked about four hours total. Lame.<br />
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I went to <a href="http://www.gcfb.org/site/PageServer">Gleaners</a>, which I love, to help sort through big bins to distribute a variety of food and other items. This was a new experience, because I had never seen what corporations donate. Besides some odd items, such as Speedo swim goggles, Christmas lights and purses, personal items like condoms, lotions and nail polish were all part of the mix. <br />
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I popped in before work and and volunteered for about an hour and a half. I loved it. I don't have to make small talk, I get some exercise, and quite frankly, the staff members are probably some of the best people to work with. They make it easy -- almost too easy, because I was a half-hour late for work. Don't worry OP editors, I worked late to make it up for it.<br />
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On Saturday, I drove to Fenton for the Polar Bear Plunge. I had contemplated diving into the icy water myself (the money goes toward the Special Olympics of Michigan), but I realized that if I got sick, I was going to really be in trouble. Besides, I've taken on Lake Superior in early April. I have nothing to prove.<br />
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But did have fun on the sidelines -- albeit the soggy mess of water that kept creeping toward the onlookers. Seniors and teens alike dressed in hula skirts, polar bear masks and even an appearance from Cousin Eddie from "National Lampoons Christmas Vacation," replete with bathrobe, stogy and the RV hose, jumped.<br />
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My job for the day was to document the happenings and shoot video, which I did. And I e-mailed it to the event coordinator, but the e-mail keeps bouncing back. So, now my presence feels even more negligible. Instead, a huge thank you should go out to Walgreen's, who sent more than forty volunteers to help out.<br />
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More polar plunges are taking place this weekend. Check them out <a href="http://www.somi.org/">here</a>. The funds raised really do make a difference to the athletes taking part in the games. <br />
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For this week, I still need to volunteer. I think I will be headed back to Gleaners tomorrow morning since I am taking an impromptu trip north this weekend. I need something convenient. But, hopefully, for the rest of my experiment in philanthropy, I will be more engaged. There are still so many places I haven't helped out at yet, and I am running out of time.vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-66119081592786352952011-02-09T11:39:00.005-05:002011-02-09T14:33:23.194-05:00Rockin' with the Oldies<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo courtesy of Larry Hartwick.<br />
Seniors know how to work the dance floor.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>This post comes two weeks old, but it's worth mentioning. The Soc Hop at the <a href="http://www.opcseniorcenter.org/">Older Persons' Commission</a> in Rochester was a retro way to spend my Friday night.<br />
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While the music, clothes and food were the only elements that I needed to have a good time, a nice bonus was having my gal pal, Jacquelyn, there with me.<br />
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When we arrived, we checked out the women who were donning capris and full skirts, and the men who were showcasing leather jackets and duck-tail hair.<br />
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After meeting with Meg Baker, we were quickly put to work, and received some paper wedge caps to help us look a bit more authentic at the refreshment table. I must have a big head, because mine kept slouching off.<br />
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<div style="text-align: right;"></div>Our first duty was to keep the coffee flowing — or I should say, the decaff flowing.<br />
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After a couple of requests for regular, I started replying, "We only have decaff tonight. We know how you guys get with caffeine! You tear the place apart."<br />
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This got a few laughs, and thankfully, Jacquelyn is patient, because she had to hear it about twenty times, and that tends to get stale pretty quickly.<br />
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After refilling the pots of coffee in the kitchen with a paper cup (there was an odd instant coffee maker and I ended up making a mess) and carrying carafes of water back, the line dwindled.<br />
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We headed down to the dance floor, and tried our skills at hula hooping. I have hula hooped before, but the hoop was weighted. These were so light, I could barely keep any of the hoops on my hips. One of the senior staff members put me to shame. After tiring, I took a few hoops around to the wallflowers to get them out on the floor. And, I actually got a few women to try it.<br />
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Of course, I had to get in a couple dances with Ralph, who says, "Music is the universal language."<br />
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He's right and he's smooth on the dance floor. He's inspired me to look into taking dance lessons. We both agreed that the art of dance is dying.<br />
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After the last song, we moved upstairs and started the tear-down process. The great thing about the OPC — other than that it finally opened up to adults fifty and older – is that it offers such a variety of activities. From kickboxing to knitting, OPC aims to engage all seniors. And the OPC also seeks volunteers to teach some of these classes. I strongly encourage checking out this gem in the city of Rochester.<br />
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To learn more, visit the OPC at <a href="http://www.opcseniorcenter.org/">www.opcseniorcenter.org</a>.vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-77375769130034323372011-01-30T23:09:00.001-05:002011-01-30T23:17:32.546-05:00The Scent of Pine<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Volunteers haul brush at a recent workday for the DNRE.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>I went back to my roots Saturday morning. Or rather, I went back to the brush and boughs of my youth.<br />
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When I was about ten, my mother took a part-time job at a senior citizen center about three blocks away from our home. During her work days, I was allowed to stay home without a sitter. The idea thrilled me. While my friends had to be carted away to some middle-aged woman's home with crappy playground equipment, I was going to be free to roam. But, my father had other plans, and he made sure to keep me busy with a multitude of chores. I could earn five bucks a day. It was a pretty good deal for both of us.<br />
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Mowing the lawn and weeding were pretty standard chores. Doing the dishes and picking up the house didn't bother me. I didn't even have a problem scrubbing a toilet. But when my dad told me that part of my summer tasks would include picking up sticks from the woods, I was skeptical.<br />
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"Dad, it's the woods...sticks are <em>in the</em> <em>woods</em>. You know?"<br />
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My protests and groans did me no good. I was to pick up sticks and brush that would later be burned. I still don't see the rationale of burning brush that would naturally decompose. <br />
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Our home sat on a three-acre lot at the edge of town. Rows of red pine lined the back yard, resembling aisles as neat as a grocery store. Red pine is good for nothing except for snapping in half and making a mess during Northern Michigan ice storms. Now it was going to dictate how I spent my three-month reprieve from school.<br />
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As an adult, I've started to see the wisdom in my dad's plan. I was ten years old, left alone in our home. I realize that my dad just wanted to make sure I didn't get into any trouble between the hours of nine and three. And it worked.<br />
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So when I was e-mailed information on a workday for the <a href="http://www.michigan.gov/dnr/0,1607,7-153-10366_10871---,00.html">DNRE</a>, it was pretty easy to show up to the Silo Field Trial Area at Highland Recreation for a day of work I was familiar with.<br />
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When I arrived at the field, I thought I had stumbled upon an ad for Carhartt. Most of the volunteers are involved in field trial training for various dog breeds. I was asked a few times what dog group I was from, and when I said that I wasn't, I was asked who I was affiliated with. It seemed that no one could understand I was representing myself. So, I gave The Oakland Press some credit even though the paper really has nothing to do with my project except for hosting the blog on our website. Mostly, I tell people I'm an editor at the OP because it excites them because they might be featured. And it never hurts to promote my work. <br />
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After we filled out volunteer information, we headed back into the field. I decided I would walk out with another volunteer, and I ended up winded by the time I reached the site. Once there, we started hauling brush and limbs through the snow, towering them onto piles. This was fairly steady work for about an hour and a half. After a while though, we started to catch up with the downed limbs, and I mostly gabbed with people for a half hour.<br />
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I listened while the volunteers talked shop, movies and what deer they bagged this fall. It felt like home.<br />
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The work was gratifying. The cold air was refreshing, but lacked the bite often associated with January weather. I only got snapped in the face about a half-dozen times and I managed to catch myself from a face plant after my leg tangled with some sort of invasive vine. I'm starting to understand some of the work the <a href="http://www.michigan.gov/dnr/0,1607,7-153-10366_10871---,00.html">DNRE</a> is trying to accomplish.<br />
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When it looked like most people were doing more standing than working, I decided to cut out early. I don't use these fields and I had to prepare for about fifteen guests coming to my home for the evening. I said good bye to my fellow volunteers and caught a ride in a pickup with one of the men I met earlier.<br />
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Volunteering with the <a href="http://www.michigan.gov/dnr/0,1607,7-153-10366_10871---,00.html">DNRE</a> is not only a great way to get out of the house, it also helps out the state because it provides free labor. It also helps restore the native species that provide habitat for wildlife.<br />
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If anything, Saturday's work gave me some exercise and a time for reflection. I've noticed that many people don't get the same satisfaction I get from doing manual labor. Those people are probably smarter then I am. Regardless, I met some new folks, and I have an idea for a feature story on this sector of Oakland County dog enthusiasts. The <a href="http://www.michigan.gov/dnr/0,1607,7-153-10366_10871---,00.html">DNRE</a> offers a variety of work days in various parks, if interested, click <a href="http://www.michigan.gov/dnr/0,1607,7-153-10366_10871---,00.html">here</a>.vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-48096804129261738132011-01-21T14:08:00.000-05:002011-01-21T14:08:23.113-05:00Flash from the Past at the Soc HopI'm hanging with the oldsters tonight!<br />
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I, along with my gal pal, Jacquelyn Gutc, will be heading to the <a href="http://www.opcseniorcenter.org/">Older Persons' Commission </a>in Rochester for one of its biggest fundraisers, the Soc Hop.<br />
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This week has been full of extra projects at home and I need a night out. Ever tried painting a dining set? To be blunt, it sucks. For two to three hours every night after work I have been sanding, priming and painting. I am tired of looking at those chairs and I'm even more tired of scraping paint from beneath my fingernails.<br />
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OK, enough whining. <i>(But if you have tips on painting furniture, I'm open to suggestions!)</i><br />
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I expect this event to be similar to the Island Party I attended during the summer. Again, I will be helping out with food and cleanup. But, I'll be honest, this does not feel like work to me. I love senior citizens, and this group is, by far, the coolest I've met. <br />
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If retirement means that I can spend my days playing sports, swimming and dancing, count me in. Can we get some more OPCs throughout this state?<br />
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Though I won't be able to join any senior centers just yet, tonight, I'm looking forward to the costumes. I myself am going to attempt a modified 1950s vibe. I don't own saddle shoes, so I'm turning to my my retro pink Nikes. I'm rolling my jeans and sporting a pink top. It's not going to be as cool as some of the others, but I'm trying.<br />
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My only qualm is dancing. Last time, I proved again that my moves are as cumbersome as applying mascara while driving. I am not talented, but I like it. The only thing I do have going for me, is that I also have no shame.vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-18310032281514447762011-01-12T13:57:00.001-05:002011-01-14T15:08:37.438-05:00Recapping the ActionGoodbyes, blood and music topped off my volunteering for last week. <br />
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Because I more than fulfilled my quota for the first week in January — tutoring ESL, donating blood, and chaperoning a high school benefit — I gave myself a break this week. It was needed, because I still have to schedule volunteer gigs now that tutoring ESL is over with.<br />
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<i>Quick note: When donating blood, make sure to drink plenty of water and eat well. I thought I had done this, but after passing out at my desk in front of concerned co-workers, I realized I obviously did not prepare myself. </i><br />
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Yes, I embarrassed myself in front of the people I work with. At one point, ripping off my sweater, and yelling, "Oh My God! Look how much I'm sweating!"<i> </i><br />
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</i><br />
Candy bars and juice were summoned, and I was again, reminded of how lucky I am to work with such kind people. My wish in sharing this is not to deter people from donating blood, though. While I still don't enjoy donating, and passing out can happen, I think it's incredibly important to do. Because I am healthy enough, I will continue to donate — but maybe not in between work at The Oakland Press.<br />
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Fully recovered, Friday night proved to be the real gem of the week. The Concert for Hope event was coordinated completely by students and left me thoroughly impressed. Not only did I get to listen to some sweet bands — <a href="http://www.catsandthefiddler.com/">The Cats and the Fiddler</a> blew my bluegrass-loving mind — but I got to nosh on some barbecue, shoot hoops, and play video games all for a cause to raise funds for a local family dealing with medical bills.<br />
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As a chaperon, I mostly milled around and talked to kids. But these students were outstanding, and I realized that sometimes teenagers get a bad rap. These students, past and present, not only coordinated local bands to perform throughout the evening, they also had a silent auction, gym time, board games, video games and food. Giving up their weekend, they hosted the event both Friday and Saturday. Teachers and staff also gave their time. Rob put in a solid seven hours after teaching all day.<br />
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For me, I felt like I had entered a time warp. After shooting and missing about twenty free throws in a row, I sat down to watch Rob play one-on-one with a much shorter student.<br />
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"Kick his ass!" I encouraged the kid.<br />
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OK, I know that swearing probably makes me the worst chaperon ever, but Rob and I are incredibly competitive, and I wanted this half-pint to cream him and my inner sailor took over. The student didn't win, but he was a good sport and he gave Rob a good workout!<br />
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While watching the game, a girl plopped down next to me.<br />
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"Hi, what grade are you in?"<br />
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<i>(Laughter)</i> "Ha, I'm 26, and I'm married to your teacher," I said.<br />
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<i>Yep, you thought that was me asking what grade she was in, right? I told you, my chubby cheeks do nothing for me. I'm also very short."</i><br />
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After a few more laughs, I learned that this young woman wants to be a pediatrician. I played reporter and asked her a ton of questions. She talked about the drama of high school. I was afraid to tell her that some people bring drama throughout life. I doubted she would be one of them. I was inspired by her self-assured manner. I was not that together as a junior in high school. <br />
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It wasn't all playing around though. Rob and I also visited the "Hope Room." It was hard not getting emotional in the twinkle-light lit room. Posters and markers were available for people to write words of encouragement, and also to write the names of those who have died from cancer, and those who are fighting it.<br />
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When Rob wrote his father's name down, "Mark Hamilton, sarcoma, remission." I almost had to leave the room.<br />
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This event was to raise funds and hope. It did both. Personally, it rejuvenated my hope and faith in teenagers, who are so often portrayed negatively.vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-88690836840417917252011-01-07T10:36:00.002-05:002011-01-07T22:39:16.540-05:00Chaperoning for Hope<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFhizIs2O_ujLFsKBbvutGZhfJ0wtAn8D0WM7YKiCLzX_EUYXJzFl-DlnyvE9THK84cFN_tq3Qo4bDaLJjcfhACXCBGKzmBBC9UWd48UeVq7IxyUfH08r8haIhWSnKYyGt5qizbnv1RE/s1600/1.6+band.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidFhizIs2O_ujLFsKBbvutGZhfJ0wtAn8D0WM7YKiCLzX_EUYXJzFl-DlnyvE9THK84cFN_tq3Qo4bDaLJjcfhACXCBGKzmBBC9UWd48UeVq7IxyUfH08r8haIhWSnKYyGt5qizbnv1RE/s320/1.6+band.jpg" width="210" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Photo courtesy of Maddie Millis<br />
Kevin Thibodeau performed <br />
in last year’s Concert of Hope and <br />
will perform again this year <br />
at Milford High School, 2380 South Milford Road.</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Friday night is quickly approaching, and what with my uber-active social life, I will be hanging out with a bunch of teenagers tonight — as their chaperon. It's all for a cause.<br />
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Now, I have chaperoned a high school event only once before, and I can tell you that the experience has left a harrowing imprint on my mind.<br />
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<i>(Cue some scary score from a psychological thriller.)</i><br />
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A few years back, my husband was a first-year teacher. I was about to graduate from college. We were chaperoning prom. You know, the girls get all glammed up in dresses with slits that run navel-high, and the boys are hoping to get lucky. After an awkward dinner where I spent most of the time talking to an engineer — because teachers tend to be the most cliquish group I've ever been among — the dancing started.<br />
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Now, for most of you who have been removed from the high school experience for a decade or two, you may think dances resemble a group of choreographed line dances perpetuated by teen dramas. You would be wrong. It more closely resembles the club scene, with skirts raised in the air and thighs grazing thighs. <br />
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It was like watching kiddie porn. But you couldn't dare break up this kind of mass sexual tension. Instead, we all shut the door, and went into the lobby and let them copulate. OK, I exaggerate. It wasn't that bad. But a few of us did head outside to escape the blaring music. So as not to pick on one high school, I think this is indicative of how many teenagers dance on the "best night of their lives."<br />
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But I expect tonight's event to be a bit different, because I'll be chaperoning a benefit concert that's open to the public as well as students. So, I'm not really scared. And I'm hoping that if you're in the area, you'll stop by.<br />
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The two-day concert will be from four to ten o'clock tonight and tomorrow at the Milford High School in an effort to raise money for the Dickey family. It's an unfortunate story that has become common today. Shari Dickey was diagnosed with stage-four breast cancer and her husband, Michael, lost his job. Medical bills are on the rise, and the family has children to support. <br />
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The students' lofty goal is to raise more than the nine-thousand dollars that they raised at last year's event to help Chris Cooper, a twelve-year-old Highland Middle School student battling cancer.<br />
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The event is featuring local musicians, including Carter Moulton, Cats & the Fiddler, Fighting Lights, Jeff Pianki, Joe Hertler, Kevin Thibodeau, Patrick Gauthier, Rival Summers, and Taylor Robida.<br />
Families can take part in games and sporting events. A silent auction will also be available to help raise funds. Tickets are seven dollars for one day, and ten for both.<br />
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Milford High School is at 2380 South Milford Road. Most everyone has been affected by cancer, so I urge you to stop in and listen to the local talent. This is a really great school surrounded by a supportive community. You'll be helping a local family, and hopefully, having a good time. And good news for you, you won't have to chaperon, you can just enjoy the events!vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-57541363161565827692011-01-05T14:49:00.001-05:002011-01-06T09:30:40.137-05:00Saying Goodbye to English — as a Second LanguageOK, I'm going cornball on this post, so if you hate sad saps, stop reading now.<br />
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Yesterday was my last tutoring session in Highland. I didn't want to go because I didn't want to say goodbye to the three women who have added so much to my life. When I arrived though, hardly any students were there, including any of the original three I had worked with. <br />
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So, I was paired up with a new woman who lived fifty years in Shanghai, China, and the last four in the states. Since it was my last day, I just wanted to spend some of my time getting to know her. For the blog purpose, her name will be Kim.<br />
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When Kim arrived in the states, she could speak no English. Yesterday, she chatted away about her past job working as a photographer for a modeling company before she moved here. This hip woman looks about thirty-five and is a size four. She's pulled together, and made me wish desperately that I had worn some lipstick. She's a world traveler: England, Italy, Morocco, France. Next on her list is Egypt. <br />
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"I want to know everything!" She said. "I want three jobs."<br />
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Motivation and enthusiasm oozed out of her. After learning a bit more about her family, we tackled her workbook. The selection focused on music.<br />
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"I love Mariah Carey! And Michael Bolton!"<br />
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She also saw Justin Timberlake with her son in Australia. Then she threw out Lady Gaga, who she hasn't seen, but her son has.<br />
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"She's pretty out there," I said.<br />
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"Yes, but she's so giving."<br />
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This is when I learned that we were soul sisters. Kim started talking about how we need to give back, and not just focus on money. In China, I have the feeling she was the life of the party. She even brought egg rolls for all of us to enjoy last night. She said she always wants to meet new people so she can speak and learn English.<br />
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Not being able to speak English fluently has held her back, but with her personality, I doubt she'll have to worry for long. She invited me to Chinese New Year, and I want to go. I want to know more about this woman and see her previous work. I wish I could have met her earlier, but I think I would've felt this way about meeting any of the other students. Not being a world traveler, yet, this is my free passport to learn about another culture on a miniscule scale.<br />
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During the break, I talked with another man from South Korea who is my age. He's a student at Oakland Community College, who wants to attend the College for Creative Studies in Detroit, but he has a language test in two weeks. And he was sweating. He's already taken the test before and did not pass. He's trying again. I threw out every cliche in the book. Everything my mother has told me.<br />
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"Eat a good breakfast. Take three deep breaths before you begin. If you fail, try again — nothing easy is worth getting."<br />
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We ended on a fist bump. I had to throw in some semi-original flavor. <br />
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If I've learned anything from these students, it's that they are not wimps and they don't give up. Out of all of my volunteer stints these past nine months, this has been my longest tenure. The class will continue next semester, but I will be trying new adventures and meeting new people. After this year-long experiment is over, I would like to volunteer with ESL again next fall, but without documenting it.<br />
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For anyone who wants to get involved, I strongly encourage it. You'll get more out of it then you give. For those who are interested in helping out in the Highland area, please call the Adult Education office at (248) 676-8398 or email <a href="mailto:adulted@huronvalley.k12.mi.us" target="_blank">adulted@huronvalley.k12.mi.us</a>.vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-80972322745374550952011-01-01T16:14:00.000-05:002011-01-01T16:14:59.141-05:00New Year's Resolutions: Cliches and WhatnotMany people may be huddled around television sets, watching the game and <span style="color: white;">nursing</span> a hangover from last night's revelries. My day is a bit different. I started out by sleeping in and then trudging twenty feet toward the couch to watch three episodes of "The Twilight Zone." Later, I shut off the TV and went to the park to exercise in the "warm" temperatures with my husband, Rob. It's almost four in the afternoon and I have not showered yet. <br />
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But, like many, I am also mulling over resolutions. Again, like many, mine are self serving. When asked what I wanted to improve on for the coming year, I responded that I would like to keep my toe nails polished more regularly. My husband's look of sincere sadness said it all. But who out there doesn't have some vain resolution? Of course I have more, and being a cynic, I expect that I will not commit to all of them for long. But it's the effort that counts, right?<br />
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Be more organized<br />
Cook healthier meals<br />
Spend less money<br />
Exercise less sporadically <br />
Travel more<br />
Improve my home (it's still pretty bare)<br />
Get enough sleep<br />
Be more patient<br />
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In truth, I find that my new year will come in April, when this project comes to a close. With the exception of a couple of vacations, I have volunteered on a weekly basis for about nine months. It's hard to quantify the experiences. But I can say the experiences have added value to my life and pushed me to try new things.<br />
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My friend and colleague gave me "The Happiness Project" for Christmas. I am about halfway through, and while I find the author somewhat annoying and self centered, she does have some good advice and I am finding that I, too, am thinking of changes in an effort to ultimately make myself happier. Isn't that what the new year is all about? Reinvention. <br />
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"The VALunteer Project" is a gimmick, like many out there. Taking a year to experience something new and hopefully finding something about myself in the process has been written about in several books and movies. If anything, I have learned to appreciate my life more. My experience did not take me to tropical countries, turn me into a chef, or have me contemplating religious institutions. Instead, it has taken me to shelters and parks, walking dogs, and serving food.<br />
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At a mere twenty six, I have no authority to dole out advice, but I am finding out that having goals is the key to my own happiness. This year has been full of both good and bad experiences. I have purchased a house with my husband, and learned the responsibility of taking care of a home (OK, to be accurate, we bought it at the end of 2009). I endured a painful end to a waning friendship that had turned sour a couple of years ago, but clinged to it because of unfortunate circumstances. I have enjoyed the best relationship with my parents than I have ever had, and look forward to visits with them.<br />
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My real hope this new year, is that I will continue to learn and eke out enjoyment in even the most mundane circumstances. I will aim to surround myself with positive people and learn to accept negative situations. When April rolls around, I will take on a new project for myself. But today, I will enjoy the ending of my holiday vacation. And take a shower.vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-39964734265479604312010-12-23T10:07:00.000-05:002010-12-23T10:07:23.942-05:00Freezing My Tush for The Salvation ArmyAn hour after returning home from my four-hour bell-ringing experience for The Salvation Army, I began to regain feeling in my toes. Despite the warmth, I was still seething with how my experience ended. And to be fair, I'm still not in a great mood.<br />
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My afternoon went about as best as can be expected. The first hour went quickly. At that point, I plugged in my iPod. Otis Redding on a frigid evening was a nice start, and my soundtrack shuffled along.<br />
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By hour two, I had made two quick stops inside the Kroger doors to warm up. The shuffle on my pod went to classic rock. By the time "Freebird" came on, I was swinging my bell like I was trying to fly away one-handed. I forgot how long that solo lasts. <br />
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Hour three was the worst. It dragged on and on. When five-thirty came along, my ghetto "old skool" hip-hop mix thumped through the headphones. Some Juvenile and Outkast had me, no joke, two-steppin' like Julia Stiles in that crappy movie, "Save the Last Dance." If anything, this kept me warm and made many people stare and laugh. That's cool though. My personal philosophy is that it's OK to make a jackass of myself on a daily basis. Score one for me.<br />
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Throughout all of this, kind strangers slipped their dollars and change into to the slot of the red kettle. <br />
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When I only had fifteen minutes for my shift to end, I was relieved and panicky. What if they don't show? What would I do with this kettle? Five minutes to six, and my relief came. As the paid worker approached, he kindly said, "I came a little early. I thought you might be cold, this being your first time."<br />
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He then told me he could take over and directed me to the blue van in the parking lot where the woman who changes the kettles was sitting. As I approached her door, I could tell that she was ticked.<br />
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"Hi, um, my relief guy came, so..."<br />
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"What are you doing?" she asked. "You still have five minutes on your shift! That's <i>your</i> bucket up there, not his. You go up there and tell him I will be there in five minutes."<br />
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Astonished, I turned away and started walking back. I should state that with my chubby cheeks and padded-up <em></em>getup, I look pretty darn young. Regardless, I was put off by this attitude. The woman started walking behind me, and when she approached, she chewed out the guy for being EARLY!<br />
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She went back to get the van and switched the kettles.<br />
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At this point, I'd had it. I waited until we were near the van and away from the employee.<br />
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"Hi, what's your name," I asked. After her response, "Well, my name is Valerie West, and I work at The Oakland Press, and I write about volunteering."<br />
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<i>Sidebar — I have never used this line before.</i> <i>It felt odd and powerful at the same time. I kept thinking, of that line, "With great power comes great responsibility" from "Spider Man."</i><br />
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"I don't want to get anyone in trouble, but I've been volunteering for quite a while, and I have never been spoken to so rudely or scolded like that."<br />
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Her face fell, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scold you. But I don't like him telling me how to do my job." <br />
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"I don't think he was telling you how to do your job. I think he was doing his job and showed up early. I've been out here for four hours. I'm cold. And I'm a volunteer. I don't get paid to do this! And that man was nice enough to come and help out.<br />
<br />
She apologized again.<br />
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I didn't accept it. When I'm angry, I can be steely. I was not in the mood for forgiveness. I wish that I could be the kind of person who turns the other cheek and doesn't have to have the last word. Perhaps if she had given me some sob story of her life, and why she was so cranky, I could have. But I didn't. Colder than the temperature outside, I repeated, "It's cold. It's been four hours. Have a nice night."<br />
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I want to give the benefit of the doubt, and say that this type of behavior is not typical. I would, except that after my last post, another volunteer complained about her experience. I should note that this woman is pretty active in her community.<br />
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This was her Facebook post, "<span data-jsid="text">I had hands down the WORST experience ever as a bell ringer (if I can even call myself that since I was put through so many<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show"> loops of bs) last year. Long story short, I followed instructions, asked questions before to confirm, showed up then, an hour into my time, with no kettle, was told it was all my fault."</span></span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text"><span class="text_exposed_show">What can I say, nine months into this project and right before Christmas, I have a sour taste in my mouth.</span></span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text"><span class="text_exposed_show">I certainly would not want this woman fired for what happened. Instead, I'd like her to enjoy a nice eight-hour stint ringing that bell outside of a Kroger. At the very least, I would hope that she has more respect for the people who take time out of their lives to volunteer for others.</span></span><br />
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<span data-jsid="text"><span class="text_exposed_show">And to all of those wonderful donors who sent me words of encouragement while throwing some coin into the red kettle — thank you. </span></span>vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-16831200006840550232010-12-22T10:21:00.002-05:002010-12-22T13:11:16.506-05:00The Salvation Army Bell Ringing DilemmaThe repeal of Don't Ask, Don't Tell is a landmark for the gay community and its advocates. Men and women serving the country — and let's face it, dying on foreign soil — will no longer have to deny a key part of who they are. It's also timely in my life, considering something a friend wrote me.<br />
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After my last blog post, my friend, who is gay, left a comment that has me questioning myself: "They (The Salvation Army) have repeatedly refused to serve food or provide shelter to gays in need. Many people won't donate to their organization because of this," he wrote. <br />
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The Salvation Army has been accused of denying assistance to gays as well as discriminating in hiring practices, according to numerous news reports. After scouring old news stories, the most recent I found was from <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/12/14/salvation-army-in-chicago_n_796669.html">The Huffington Post</a>, earlier this month. The article suggests that perhaps donations are down because of the Army's stance on homosexuality. While The Salvation Army is a Christian organization, it does take federal funding. Many evangelical organizations condemn homosexuality. The Catholic faith is a powerhouse of charity work, yet we know where it stands on reproductive choices and gay rights.<br />
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Here's an excerpt from The <a href="http://www.salvationarmy.org/ind%5Cwww_ind.nsf/vw-sublinks/80256E520050A2E280256CBA0028A203?openDocument">Salavation Army's</a> website:<br />
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<i>"The Army regards the origins of a homosexual orientation as a mystery and does not regard a homosexual disposition as blameworthy in itself or rectifiable at will. Nevertheless, while we are not responsible for what we are, we are accountable for what we do; and homosexual conduct, like heterosexual conduct, is controllable and may be morally evaluated therefore in the light of scriptural teaching."</i><br />
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Basically, it says, It's OK to be gay — but not act on physical impulses. So, it's not OK to be gay?<br />
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The mission of The Salvation Army is "To preach the gospel of Jesus Christ and to meet human needs in His name without discrimination," and stands firm that it does not discriminate based on sexual preference. <br />
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For the record, I am for gay rights, and do not support discrimination of any kind. Personally, it annoys me that people care so much what others choose to do in their bedrooms. Aren't there more important things to worry about? Thus, I find myself in a dilemma. Am I making a difference helping the area's hungry and homeless while at the same time promoting anti-gay propaganda? <br />
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I have worked with other Christian organizations even though I do not believe or accept some key notions of the faith. I have volunteered alongside Bible thumpers as well as aetheists. There seems to be a unified goal among volunteers to help and not judge.<br />
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Because I haven't stayed in a Salvation Army-sponsored shelters, I doubt I will find out if gay people have faced discrimination. Perhaps it’s something to check out down the road. I would hope being a charitable organization, this would not happen.<br />
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Regardless, I will honor my committment this afternoon. To be honest, I don't know how to feel about it.<br />
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I encourage discourse on this matter though. Please leave a comment.vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-65993969010026068482010-12-21T11:32:00.000-05:002010-12-21T11:32:56.674-05:00Ring-ting-aling with the Red Kettle Campaign<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgotPwxHYDf8h6lah8zq2yYRpBSqRxW-FXD-x6LHqtStZwct2QHqRl0LhmfVB04kQ1Q8n-vYdwnTW_Uaw-oEIVDpxabuiCE3obcdTPrMhNFzpNzekAhAdDm3Hh5fZxGxxHO0wTRke7c_gs/s1600/bells.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgotPwxHYDf8h6lah8zq2yYRpBSqRxW-FXD-x6LHqtStZwct2QHqRl0LhmfVB04kQ1Q8n-vYdwnTW_Uaw-oEIVDpxabuiCE3obcdTPrMhNFzpNzekAhAdDm3Hh5fZxGxxHO0wTRke7c_gs/s320/bells.jpg" width="226" /></a>In college, a friend and I stood outside of a ShopKo (a Yooper Kmart) and rang bells for <a href="http://www.salvationarmyusa.org/usn/www_usn_2.nsf">The Salvation Army</a>. I think it was only a couple of hours, but I remember that we tried to stay warm by jumping around when customers weren't near us while we butchered the lyrics to Christmas carols.<br />
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Now, tomorrow, I will be doing it solo. For four hours. There will be no concert.<br />
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This has been a rough year for the Red Kettle campaign. For the Pontiac-area, the donations were down five-thousand dollars from where it was last year, said Major Nate Johnson, last Friday. Usually, the Red Kettle campaign is finished by Christmas, but because donations have been down, it will continue to December 31.<br />
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"The Christmas Kettle is our single, largest drive of the year," Nate said, adding that the money helps with holiday items, like food baskets. But it also funds year-round assistance including literacy, senior and after-school programs.<br />
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Johnson speculates that part of the reason funds may be down is partly because of the economy and partly because of the weather. It has been a cold one down here, and I wonder if I've brought a little U.P. to Southeastern Michigan. I bought new mittens so that I won't have to spend as much time inside warming up. <br />
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This is a critical time for The Salvation Army Nate said, "I don't know when things are going to get better. You hear it's getting better, but we're not seeing it on our end. We hope they remember the Red Kettle this time of year."<br />
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I hope you do too. I understand that not everyone can give. If you can't give though, perhaps throw me a smile. I know most people would like to just get in and get out without looking at the person in the red apron, but really, it doesn't hurt my feelings if you have no coin. Being ignored sucks though. <br />
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Besides being a worthy cause, volunteering with the Red Kettle is downright convenient. Compared to many volunteer stints, I didn't have to sign a bunch of documents, provide my Social Security number, or my right leg. OK, I'm exaggerating.<br />
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But it <i>was</i> easy, I just visited <a href="http://ringbells.org/">ringbells.org</a> and filled in the location and time that I desired. Even though donations are down, volunteer help has risen. Nate noted that many athletic teams from <a href="http://www.oakland.edu/">Oakland University</a> have helped out, as well as <a href="http://www.rochester.k12.mi.us/">Rochester Schools </a>and the <a href="http://www.clarkstonumc.org/">Clarkston United Methodist Church</a>.<br />
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So, if you happen to go grocery shopping in White Lake, you might see me ringing a bell from two to six.<br />
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Happy Shopping!vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-21513710705408181742010-12-17T11:45:00.000-05:002010-12-17T11:45:04.899-05:00Smorgasbord and Merry Christmas!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fair trade goods for Christmas! </td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</tbody></table>If you live in Southeastern Michigan, it should come as no surprise that many places canceled Monday and Tuesday — not the news though! My round trip commute to work, which is just less than forty miles, ended up taking nearly four hours. Banging my head against my steering wheel, I was glad to find out that afternoon tutoring was canceled for the night.<br />
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But, I still got to hang out yesterday for an international potluck. A feast. And it was delicious.<br />
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Though the only country I have yet to travel outside of the U.S. to is Canada, tutoring ESL has given me a small taste of other cultures. Last night was no exception. As I ate a variety of foods representing German, Polish and Asian cultures, I realized that we are all so much alike. I also realized that if I had the money, I would hire one of the students as my personal chef. Bring on the sauteed peppers with feta!<br />
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Give us good food, and stories of families come tumbling out. Who doesn't have problems with inlaws? OK, I'm actually pretty lucky in that field, but many are not. This experience has made me realize how much I like tutoring English to non-native speakers. There are only two classes left after the holidays, and I will not be staying for the second semester. I feel sad about this, and wonder if my Tuesday nights will seem a little dull.<br />
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Though I love it, and want to continue in the future, the goal of the blog was to try a variety of volunteer opportunities and share them. Because there is no class next week, I will be helping out the Salvation Army's Red Kettle campaign.<br />
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Yep, I will be begging for your coin outside of the White Lake Kroger Wednesday. OK, I won't actually beg, but I will ring that bell heartily.<br />
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As Christmas quickly approaches, there are still many things that you can do to make a difference, locally and globally.<br />
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- Many stores, churches, shelters and nonprofit organizations offer ways to donate or adopt a family for Christmas. Most lists ask for gift items for children, clothing and food. While you won't know the family directly, you will know that on Christmas, you have made a difference in making the holiday special. I can't list every organization that offers this service, but here are a couple local groups that can always use money to help families:<br />
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<a href="http://www.olhsa.org/default.asp">Oakland Livingston Human Services Agency</a> can always use donations, especially around the holidays. A couple of years ago, I reported on a local Optimist Club who delivered gifts to children there. It seeks volunteers year-round.<br />
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<a href="http://www.lighthouseoakland.org/"> Lighthouse of Oakland County</a> offers emergency services. It also has a wish list of items many families need. Or, if you have some time, a multitude of volunteer opportunities are available. Secretaries, drivers, and more are all needed.<br />
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<a href="http://www.toysfortots.org/">Toys for Tots</a> is another easy way to give back. Many local stores have a drop boxes at their locations, taking the guess work out of giving.<br />
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For those who are still shopping for gifts, (I know many of you are!) fair-trade goods offer a way to give a unique gift while helping out the artisans who created it. I just bought gifts from <a href="https://www.globalgirlfriend.com/gifts/site.do?siteId=344">Global Girlfriend</a>. The shipping was fast and inexpensive, and I am more than happy with my purchases. There are many more similar websites. I chose this one because I liked the products and it was endorsed by Oprah, which meant I could be lazy and didn't have to check if it was legit. But there are many others out there, so if you find one, please share it.<br />
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See you at Kroger!vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-32775767105635811152010-12-13T12:02:00.000-05:002010-12-13T12:02:55.118-05:00Lesson PlansAll three of my ladies made it to last Thursday's tutoring session. I was battling a nagging cold, thus, the late blog response. <br />
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After working on the resume from the last session, and reading newspaper articles, we did a crossword puzzle. The women did surprisingly well, and I don't know why we didn't do this sooner. Not only is it fun, but it does help the women improve their vocabularies.<br />
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We've got some specific work ahead of us for tomorrow. One woman, who struggles with telling stories in detail, was assigned to tell me something about herself. I told her it could be her wedding, a birthday, a death in her family. I suggested she write in in Polish and then attempt to translate in English.<br />
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For another student who struggles with writing, she suggested I make some flashcards with single words on them so that she can piece sentences together. Good idea — now, I just have to make the cards up tonight. I'm interested to see what things she can come up with. I figure we could try more crossword puzzles as well.<br />
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The class isn't all work though, it's a cultural experience. Thursday, I will be sneaking back in for a potluck to try out some traditional dishes from the students.<br />
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With the holidays quickly approaching, it's not always easy to take time out of busy schedules to help out. But later this week, I will post some volunteer opportunities that may be convenient for some to try out. Also, for those still struggling for gift ideas, I'll have some creative giving ways to help out the community. <br />
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If you have any ideas, please feel free to send me a message, and I will try to include it.vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-23178223786329172432010-12-03T10:32:00.000-05:002010-12-03T10:32:35.011-05:00The Job Hunt<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhgwGrBc4ilQTVcnxcdnfLsHqI4DCpoiNzlKhJerRN8tp-YJ1yMzfo66QNjAsaBegiBDmTpc6l1sCvO04Oxl43QiGBoOLE6Ppzx3a5FaPJMn2qhbEPy3QUwpzpTtg1tBpf0e6HI0ThP0/s1600/resume.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimhgwGrBc4ilQTVcnxcdnfLsHqI4DCpoiNzlKhJerRN8tp-YJ1yMzfo66QNjAsaBegiBDmTpc6l1sCvO04Oxl43QiGBoOLE6Ppzx3a5FaPJMn2qhbEPy3QUwpzpTtg1tBpf0e6HI0ThP0/s200/resume.jpg" width="200" /></a>The Great Language Barrier has never felt so strong as it has during the last couple of weeks tutoring. The class seems to be getting leaner, and I have been working with a woman who speaks very limited English.<br />
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So, on my part, there are a lot of gestures and comparisons. The week before Thanksgiving, she was given a list of words that she would see in "A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving."<br />
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<i>Traditions. Wishy-washy. Peculiar. </i><br />
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Traditions seemed to be no problem. Wishy-washy, not so much.<br />
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"It's when you can't make up your mind," I said. "When you keep going back-and-forth trying to make a decision.<br />
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"Like, 'I think I want turkey for dinner. No, I want meatloaf. Nope, better make it turkey.' Does that make sense?"<br />
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"Like, gas in your car?"<br />
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"Not exactly."<br />
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Dictionaries are no help at all. Half of the words in the definition need to be defined. <br />
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I could literally hear the minutes ticking away on the clock hanging from the wall. It was a bit stressful for both of us.<br />
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This week, luckily, things were a bit smoother.<br />
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I have to give this student credit. She spends a lot of time in the library. Instead of working on a list of words this week, we worked on job applications. <br />
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"Tell me what you are good at."<br />
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"I cook. I clean. I do everything but prostitution," she said, laughing.<br />
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After getting her to explain what her duties were, we had a pretty good start. Now, I'm going to turn that into a resume for her.<i></i><br />
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I can't imagine how hard it would be to find a job in this economy, and not even be able to speak English well. But I'm going to remain optimistic.vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-79539493131559594392010-11-29T14:53:00.003-05:002010-11-29T14:57:56.905-05:00Beyond Stuffed<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Thanksgiving morning, Rob and I grabbed a cooler and icepack and headed over to <a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_110754712">The Commission on Aging in Port Huron</a><a href="http://www.thecouncilonaging.org/">.</a><br />
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After picking up our route sheet and meals — nine dinners in total — we got our GPS out and started our drive. We were both unsure of the people we would meet. Rob admitted that he had been cranky that morning because he was nervous. And that's normal — most people are nervous when they meet strangers. But that's also why it made it even more special to me that he had willingly come out to help. <br />
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We were both unsure of the people we would meet. Some, clearly just wanted their dinners, while others wanted to chat. After a couple of awkward drop offs, we came to the home of an elderly woman. As I went to ring the doorbell, we could see her resting in a chair.<br />
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"Please wake up. Please wake up," Rob said, fearing the worst.<br />
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"I'm coming," the woman said, inching toward the door with her walker.<br />
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After inviting us in, we learned that this white-haired lady was one-hundred years old, and had lived in the area almost her whole life. She has three children — one who died a few years back. She has several grandchildren, great-grandchildren, and yes, great-great-grandchildren.<br />
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A soft spoken woman, she could hear my husband fine. I, however, was at a near scream.<br />
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"How long were you married?" <br />
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"What?" she replied, looking at me confused. <br />
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We figured it must be the pitch of my voice that she couldn't understand.<br />
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Since we still had about six more stops, I gave the woman a hug and we went on our way again. The hardest part about the day was figuring out what to do when people on our list were not home. I had heard from volunteers in Oakland County that they had found people lying on the floor, and had been a life link. I wasn't sure what to do when people didn't answer. Rob later found an informational sheet in our packet. We found this after we were nearly finished.<br />
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OK, I admit it: I didn't look very hard inside the manila envelope with instructions. Having it earlier would have been helpful. The sheet instructed us to give the meals to a hungry elderly person. <br />
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This seemed odd. I do not know anyone in that area. And, I don't feel comfortable pawning off food to strangers who might "look" hungry. We took the meals home and offered them to a relative to see if she could donate them. I kind of wished later that we had just brought a plastic bag and left it on the door handle.<br />
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<a href="http://www.mowaa.org/">Meals on Wheels</a> programs are offered through almost every city through senior citizen programs. <b> </b><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b></b></span>In 2007, nearly six million seniors faced the threat of hunger. Many because of financial restraints, according to the Meals on Wheels website. This is not necessarily news, but actually walking into these people's homes hit me in a personal way. I have <i>never </i>been more thankful for my husband, family, good friends and a warm home. Isn't that what Thanksgiving is all about?<br />
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</b></span>vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-87817608886344079042010-11-22T14:09:00.000-05:002010-11-22T14:09:03.632-05:00Turkey Day!<span style="font-size: small;">I've joked with friends and family that my main priority for Thanksgiving is finding the appropriate sweatpants to wear. I'm not into unbuttoning my pants in front of family (well, not anymore...) so sweatpants will afford me the room I desire to cram myself full of turkey and cranberry sauce.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I've waited in anticipation for the turkey, stuffing and the oh-so-sweet sweet potatoes my mother-in-law lovingly mashes. And then I remembered that perhaps I should focus on more than the menu. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">While I will still volunteer at my stint — tutoring ELS in Highland tomorrow — I also decided last minute that I do want to volunteer on Thanksgiving. This brings back a conversation I had with a friend and fellow coworker about an episode on "How I Met Your Mother."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Basically, two of the main characters decide last minute that they want to do something good on Thanksgiving — but so does everybody else, times ten. So, instead of helping out, they basically end up standing around.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I don't want to be that person.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">I've made a phone call to a contact I ran across for The Oakland Press at </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">the Area Agency on Aging 1-B. Basically. I want to help out with Meals on Wheels. </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Again, I feel like a jerk for calling last minute to ask if there's a way I can help. I'm sure my contact had enough work to do for the day, and now, she's taking time to help me (Thanks Kathleen!)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">I'm hoping she can help set up something for me and that I can do a little good on a day when helping others should be the focus — along with the turkey. If Kathleen can hook me up, I'll have to find some other attire and leave the sweats in the closet. It should be worth it.</span></span><br />
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After spending nearly eight months volunteering on a weekly basis for “The VALunteer Project,” (yes, I did take a couple of weeks off during vacation), I see that a competitive online newspaper has <i>assigned</i> reporters to volunteer and then write about the experience. While initially annoyed that my pet project is now being re-written in Ferndale, it’s nothing new. Media outlets scan each others stuff and then rehash it. <br />
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For the record, I do not get paid to volunteer or write my blog. I came up with the idea at work and then during a staff meeting, got the semi-cheesy name from our online editor. (Thanks Steve, it’s actually been a hit in the community.)<br />
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I go to my day job first, then spend my time volunteering. Sometimes it’s a few hours on a Saturday; other times it’s been after work. It’s a personal journey, and so far, it’s been more than rewarding. Volunteering has helped me more than I have probably helped others. I get to meet cool people, hang out with animals and improve my navigational skills as I maneuver Oakland County’s traffic. Most importantly, I get to share with the community the needs of various groups that do important work to help out.<br />
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While I’m not a fan of copycat journalism, I am a fan of volunteering. Though not “court ordered,” can you call it volunteering if it’s an assignment? I’m not sure. <br />
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Regardless of my annoyance that my blog idea has been skimmed, how many cooking blogs are out there? How many fashion blogs? Can I even claim originality? Spending time in the community is always a worthwhile cause, and my only hope is that original or imitation, people will be inspired to help out others.<br />
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Please, feel free to share your thoughts with me. How do you make your world better? And how can I help out in my community.vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-64405920130814448892010-11-18T10:33:00.000-05:002010-11-18T10:33:57.621-05:00Gossip GirlsIt was dark and rainy Tuesday night. This is what I hate most about winter — the darkness. I don't even mind the temperature change that much, but when it gets too dark to take walks and bike rides after five o'clock, I feel a bit stir crazy.<br />
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That's why volunteering can be such a motivator during the winter — it gets me off of my couch.<br />
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So, I headed over to Highland to tutor ESL. Only semi-damp from the run from my car to the building, I met my two regular gal pals. We started to look over the worksheets they had been assigned, but then one of the women left early because she felt ill.<br />
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So it was just Helen and me. After reading a newspaper study on the effects of alcoholism, we skipped the grammar lesson and just talked. OK, we gossiped.<br />
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Helen told me about her role as a mother-in-law and a daughter-in-law. Though she lives in a large house, she is taking care of extended family members, and that can be stressful. From laundry and housekeeping pet peeves to a mother-in-law that greets her in the driveway, I served as a cathartic receptacle. And I laughed with her. <br />
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She also told me about how she met her husband. Not exactly arranged, the marriage was encouraged. And, being a dutiful daughter, she listened to her parents.<br />
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Her husband, more than ten years her senior, had lived in the states for quite a while before she met him on a visit to her home. Her family did a "background check," essentially making sure he was a stable match for her. I envision a web of phone calls made from distant cousins and uncles making its way back to Helen's parents. She didn't marry for love, but it seems that she has done alright. She's raised four children, and is still married.<br />
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"You have your ups and downs," she says laughing, while making wave motions with her hand. <br />
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American marriage statistics are pretty bleak, so I'm not one to judge. I got married much younger than I had anticipated, but more than three years later, I'm still happy with that decision. <br />
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More than marriage though, we talked about expectations for women, and how hard it can be — and I don't even have children yet. I think about having a job, taking care of our home and my hobbies, and I know that something will have to give when Rob and I decide to raise children. But I am thankful for the partnership I have with him. Sure, we have our "traditional roles." Ask me about my thoughts on taking out the trash and I'll point to Rob. <br />
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Sometimes, I get more out of volunteering than I give. Tuesday was one of those nights. <br />
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vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-71943632763058129862010-11-12T11:53:00.001-05:002010-11-12T16:49:53.131-05:00SOS<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxH8735z-eN0c80CxAwzooD-NfknF6Pe93IZHCrqzL4BziIgiH3nwFgDniznrcE5del4amCCNsqQR3aR2cG7Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Heading into <a href="http://www.bucmi.org/welcome.htm">Birmingham Unitarian Church</a> Wednesday night, I was greeted by Paul Plante "Ministry of Transportation" to find out what duties I would have for the evening.<br />
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For more than twenty years, the church has dedicated one week out of the year offering men, women and children a place to sleep and eat while providing transportation for jobs and school through a partnership with <a href="http://www.homelessshelterdirectory.org/cgi-bin/id/shelter.cgi?shelter=9546">South Oakland Shelter</a> — SOS.<br />
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SOS partners with area churches and shelters throughout the year to provide temporary stays for guests. At the BUC alone, nearly two-hundred-and-fifty people prepare meals, clean, and offer support to SOS clients.<br />
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As a reporter three years ago, I wrote a story on a woman who was in the SOS program. She had a job and was in the process of finding a home. I was impressed by the structure the program offers. SOS strives to help clients find jobs and homes. In the morning, guests are woken up and taken to either their jobs or back to SOS for the day. They are picked up later that night. Once they sign in, they can go and pack a lunch for the next day, eat dinner, relax and prepare for the next day.<br />
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After a quick tour, Paul led me to the kitchen so that I could help. The crew was large that night, so my tasks were pretty light. I helped plate desserts, cleaned up a coffee spill and peeled hard-boiled eggs.<br />
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I spoke with Louise Angermeier of Bloomfield Hills, who said her myths about the homeless were dispelled once she started volunteering with this program. She's been volunteering with BUC-SOS for eight years.<br />
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"I think that there are a lot of people that are in a bad situation right now — through no fault of their own — and anything we can do to support them is a valuable contribution to the community," she said.<br />
"I am continually touched and inspired by the people that I meet." <br />
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After kitchen prep work was finished, I headed up to the front desk to watch Paul schedule transportation for the following day.<br />
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He uses a spreadsheet to help him stay organized. Having to figure it out would have given me a headache. But even when he was interrupted several times, he remained calm. Everyone has different places they need to be at different times and there are more guests than drivers.<br />
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"I have a special request for you, and you are free to turn it down," he'd say over the phone to the volunteers. The drivers were upbeat and cheerful and were able to change their schedules to help. After about a half-hour, the scheduling was completed.<br />
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I am thoroughly humbled by the amount of time people give. I hate getting up in the morning, yet volunteers had signed up to drive strangers as early as five in the morning. All of the volunteers are as gracious, and not all are from the BUC. Paul is kind to the guests, asking how they are feeling and joking with them. One man came into the office to use the Internet so he could finish his work. <br />
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Later, I went down to the kitchen and swept up and helped an older gentleman take out the trash. I was only there for about two and a half hours —these volunteers are working around the clock. <br />
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As part of BUC's philosophy, the organization's purpose is "To encourage members to contribute their time, talent and resources to the betterment of the society and world in which they live."<br />
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This is an institution that lives what it says, and I was the better for being able to take part.vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-79490064928701080342010-11-10T10:25:00.001-05:002010-11-10T10:25:46.429-05:00When Life IntervenesSo, this week is proving to be a challenge.<br />
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Not only did I double book myself for volunteering, but I also have house guests coming down that I wasn't expecting — after I already tore up the spare bedroom.<br />
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As I frantically painted a new table for the room, I realized that something was all over the new bedspread. I was supposed to leave for ESL tutoring, but by then, things were just a bit nuts.<br />
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So, I didn't go. And I didn't e-mail ahead of time. Usually, I am more responsible, but sometimes life just gets in the way. I'm wondering, does this happen to anyone else?<br />
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So this morning, I sent out an e-mail to the teacher to tell him I would be back next week. I will still be volunteering tonight, at a church-run shelter in Bloomfield Hills. Basically, the church works with <span id="search" style="visibility: visible;">South Oakland Shelter, an organization that helps provide housing, meals and transportation by teaming up with churches and area shelters. </span><br />
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<span id="search" style="visibility: visible;">I think I will be helping out with dinner and other tasks, and getting a feel for what the volunteers do. I was told that there are more than two hundred volunteers helping this church. </span><br />
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<span id="search" style="visibility: visible;">I'm a bit nervous to go, but excited to try something new.</span>vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8016394415794252715.post-55657218087327978082010-11-08T12:37:00.000-05:002010-11-08T12:37:29.774-05:00Fields of FlowersBlue and sunny skies greeted me Sunday afternoon on my latest volunteer stint. <br />
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Since last Tuesday's ESL tutoring session was cancelled, I had to find a replacement.<br />
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Luckily, a fellow coworker told me about an opportunity that would get me outside, and it was close to home — a nice bonus! <br />
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I spent my time helping out the Department of Nature Resources and Environment Recreation Division, Stewardship Unit (yes, it's a mouthful) gathering flower seeds. The seeds will be taken to Seven Lakes State Park in Holly where the department is creating a more diverse, native prairie landscape.<br />
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I arrived about ten minutes late (after going to the wrong section of the park) to find Laurel Malvitz-Draper talking to a group of about sixty people gathered in a semi-circle around her.<br />
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Holding my bucket, I grabbed an orange vest, donated by Bass Pro Shop, and headed out into the field to watch her demonstrate the plants we would be looking for. <br />
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After Laurel showed us what bush clover, bee balm and aster look like, I took off down the trail to fill my bucket with the brown buds. I found it peaceful to be in the field as the sun shone down on my face. I find it relaxing — almost spiritual — to be in nature. And the weather couldn't have been more perfect.<br />
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The hours went by quickly. Soon my bucket was full, and needed to be emptied in the communal bag. As I pulled burr-like seeds from my pants, I chatted with a couple other volunteers.<br />
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Steve Powell of Waterford Township has been volunteering with stewardship programs for about four years. An avid hunter and fisher, he realizes the importance of a balanced, natural ecosystem.<br />
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"I wanted to give back," he said, adding, "I've never realized how deteriorated these areas are."<br />
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Years ago, when it came to building, it was easier to construct homes on prairies than in the many wetlands Michigan has, he said. So, now, many of Michigan's fields don't offer the same habitat that it used to.<br />
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Now, with a little help, Steve hopes Michigan's open spaces will start to resemble what it did hundreds of years ago. Many local parks are also doing controlled burns in the area. Not only does the ash help the soil, it also helps rid it of invasive species.<br />
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The DNRE offers multiple monthly volunteer opportunities for people to help keep Michigan the gem it is. Laurel noted that budget cutbacks make it hard to do this type of work. <br />
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"Staff is used to man the booths and clean bathrooms," she said, adding that if it were not for volunteers, this type of work would not get done. "I think that everyone likes getting out in the fall, and it's good for all ages."<br />
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This proved to be true, parents toted children along for the seed collection, and it was nice to see them romping around on the two-track dirt paths.<br />
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"It's really fun, and it doesn't really feel like work," she said.<br />
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I had to agree. Before I left, I made sure that my name will remain on the e-mail list. I'm looking forward to some winter activities to help stave off cabin fever.<br />
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To find out more about volunteer opportunities, check out the <a href="http://www.michigan.gov/dnrvolunteers">volunteer page</a> as well as the <a href="http://www.michigan.gov/dnr/0,1607,7-153-10366_10871-162412--,00.html">calendar of events</a>.vwesthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08566348748280631527noreply@blogger.com0