Thank you…

Watched a replay of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Inductions on television and felt an intense respect towards the awardees for their lists of “Thank You” shout outs to those who shaped and maneuvered their careers. As in many interviews following an awards show, the recipient will apologize for leaving out that one important name, usually the spouse or significant other who, while supportive of their artistic other halves, dealt with a lonely household.

A public “Thank You” is gratitude and acknowledgement-giving credit where credit is due, sought of, you scratched my back, now I will scratch yours.

Often, “Thank you” is omitted from our vocabulary. Maybe we have become complacent or self absorbed to the point where acknowledging another’s deeds takes the spotlight away from ourselves.

Thank you-I appreciate what you have to offer.

Thank you-your contribution to this project was awesome.

Thank you-for doing what you had to do to get the job done.

Thank you-for donating your time.

For the most part, I try to give of myself anonymously. It is nice to remain in the background, viewing the results of my hard work and knowing the impetus for the work lies in serving a higher caller, which in turn, helps the greater good. If a “Thank You” flows my way-Wonderful! If not, no problem.

But…

The effects of a past weekend’s lack of “Thank You” in regards to my participation in an important event had me feeling bad. My Sunday routine was sacrificed in order to pick up an item and bring it to the planned event. I franticly ran up and down aisles from store to store in search of another item necessary to compliment the first item and inhaled (through my mouth) a Kit Kat bar for breakfast due to time constraints and poor planning (on my part). This was okay. I felt nothing but joyous anticipation and was happy during the event and glowing afterwards.

But…the following weekend…I learnt a lesson.

The dynamics change when a group effort with shelved out duties are involved. Before publicly announcing and publishing names in a “Thank You” speech, caution and critical thinking should be implemented before the letters of the alphabet go unto to that piece of paper. Play it safe, and if there is a group to thank, mention the group as a whole to avoid what happened to me.

The “Thank You” shout out of names for the event I participated in was published and publicly announced-EXCEPT my name, which was Left Out Completely.

I felt like one of Lazarus’ wounds waiting for the dog! I felt bad and that sent me into a feeling of worthlessness, alienation, and a depressed state of mind.  Through ruminations, talking and venting, denial and finally acceptance, the feeling bad feeling dissipated.

The lack of “Thank You” brought about a new understanding of the importance of being acknowledge and knowing someone was grateful. The acceptance part was hard but knowing there were some who knew of my input and responded to my omission verbally with, “ I saw what you did”, “You took the time to do…”, made up for it.

I will not go into specifics as to how it happened, why I think it happened, forgiveness or any other crap that comes up, for it is irrelevant and I may start to sound as a slighted BULLHORN.

I will carry forward, stronger from the experience with a major adjustment to my psyche.

And…

I will always acknowledge and show gratitude to those who have helped me by a THANK YOU that comes from mi corazón ( heart) y alma (soul)!

For the love of Pi

Pi Patel is the other mini schnauzer in my life, eight years old and not blood related to Tobias but attached to him like Velcro, or like mustard on a baloney sandwich.

No, his name is not after pie, pizza pie, or 3.14159. His name stems from a character in one of my five favourite books. So far, two people identified the origin of the name because they read the book. Heck, he could have been named Richard but I plan to reserve that name for the kitten I hope to adopt in the future (bring on the Zrytec!).

As a rambunctious puppy, Pi Patel came into our home at the age of four months,  purchased from a pet store,  prior to my discovery of where pet shop puppies come from (the dreadful “puppy mills” ) and was quite sickly from kennel cough, which  wasn’t apparent until we arrived home.

My heart stretched at the frustrations of trying to cure my dog.

Pi Patel was suppose to be healthy, running around, frolicking like any other puppy. But, that kind of puppyhood belonged to another and not my Pi. We spent allot of time, especially in the morning, in each other’s arms.

Me, administering his antibiotics while He, struggled against receiving them.

This was our routine for a month and I believe the antibiotics later contributed to his development of food and seasonal allergies.

In time, the Kennel Cough did pass, so did the neutering, the teeth extractions, the torn dew nail,wearing the “cone of shame” on numerous occasions as well as the potted plant dirt eating incident in which he expel dirt laden stool with the help of a laxative for days on end. 

The honour and privilege of having Pi Patel in my life and home is not measurable. Of course, he’ s uba smart, knows tons of tricks and has the mental faculty to learn quickly.

Every dog has its tricks and Pi Patel is amongst them. His personality is unique and his alone. Pi’s assertiveness and aggression towards other dogs is in full force when we, as a pack, walk the streets in the ‘hood and his operatic cursing style is also his alone and cannot be replicated.

Good luck to the groomer who attempts the “schnauzer hawk” on their own Mini!

Brother, can you spare some empathy?

It is important to be true to your beliefs whatever they mean or however you define them. As long as your beliefs are sound, non-threatening physically or emotionally to another and places no one in harms’ way.

Most importantly there are no reasons to doubt or disregard beliefs which motivate you towards feeling empathy for others. Empathy is not to be confused with sympathy. Empathy dwells in the heart, prompted by emotions and connectedness.  When a situation arises that requires its attention, it comes forth to the surface. How do you deal with your empathy?

My empathy lies in helping others, always in time of need or not, such as, assisting a parishioner up the stairs during communion, holding the door for another and not taking it personally if a thank you does not follow, offering to assist in various tasks around church and sometimes at home, etc.

I often have feelings of helplessness and a longing to have others come to my aid in time of need or not, such as, after my shoulder surgery, during mom, my mom’s chemo, etc.  I, alone am to blame for lack of empathy during these times. It was difficult to ask for help or accept empathy from another because my self-control was challenged.

I do however, find it extremely annoying and aggravating when others, especially those in the field of servicing choose to place an alarm system around their hearts, conveniently forgetting the code and forcing empathy to idle in darkness.

There are times when a slap upside the head to the one ignorant of helping another, would make me feel better. But… I do not care to have the Po-Po  called on my behalf nor do I subscribed to might equals right to get my way or better yet, who am I to project unto others what I would do.

I do not have the right to react in any other way but to help as best as I can in any given situation.

Happy Birthday Dad

My father passed away two years ago on May 9th 2010, a day before his 90th birthday in Rose Hill, Mandeville, Jamaica. His passing took place while lying down on his bed after a meal, alone in his bedroom-hopefully in his sleep. 

The Death Certificate lists the cause of death in the following manner:

Immediate Cause

(a)    Cardio Pulmonary Arrest-
     I guess this means Heart Attack

(b)   Myocardial Infarction
I guess this also means Heart Attack

(c)    Coronary Artery Disease
This one I had to “Google”-narrowing of small blood vessels that supply blood and oxygen to the heart

Contributory

Hypertension
High Blood Pressure

Of course, there are other versions on the cause of death, closer to home and somewhat intimate and spoken long distanced, across the sea over the phone:

Choking

Dad consumed dinner then went to lie down and choked on his food.
Not sure about this one

Murder

It was poison!!!!
I’m not going there, as Jamaicans have a tendency for over the top drama as well as over the top vicious gossip-(Yes, I can stereotype, because Jamaican blood flows through me)

Whatever the cause or reason, it was Dad’s time to go whether he wanted to or not. I believe his soul now resides in a serene place, free of stress, and the physical pain that restricted his movements. No more worries over the roof coming apart during hurricane season or trying to make things right in others’ lives or drinking to dull the pain. Dad is finally home and in peace.

But…

I miss Dad, my dad-Noel Emanuel Walsh.

This time, I cannot claim a parent for myself as I do with mom, my mom. My lil bro, (although a half, as identification purposes dictate and I refuse to submit to), shares our Dad. Dad belongs to him who also belongs to me. This brings me joy in sharing a parent with a sibling whom I love.

I miss talking to Dad on any given Sunday. Occasionally he was sober and we talked for hours. Occasionally he was not and we talked for hours.

In my Dad, I saw the parts of me that did not belong to mom:

-Dad was thrifty, using 60-watt light bulbs in the house while mom preferred 100.

-He turned off lights when leaving a room while mom created a trail of lighted rooms.

-He believed in stocking the fridge and purchasing items wisely while mom-well- she did stock the fridge but watched the items go to waste because she stocked thoughtlessly.

-Mom is adventurous while Dad preferred to stay at home.

-She is extroverted. He was introverted.

-She loves girly stuff, heels and dresses and he preferred practical clothing that went from tending the field to watching a cricket match on the TV.

There are parts of mom within me such as the gift of cooking which passed over the siblings and found its way to me. I guess they got the ‘girly’ crap. I take after my Dad, after all, “I am my father’s daughter”.

I miss Dad and want to wish him a Happy Birth date.

It cannot be said over a phone call, because if I called the house number in Jamaica which still resides on my phone’s contact list, someone who inherited the phone number would probably answer it and that would not be a good thing.

So instead, I say it aloud and hope he will hear it.

Happy Birthday, Dad.

WOWSA-an award!

Thank you terribel 85 of,  hislove is real , a wonderful blog on faith, religion, natural hair care and the trials and joys of a recent Miami transplant, for passing on the award!

In following with the rules of receiving this prestigious award I would like to present “The Versatile Blogger“to the following blogs that bring knowledge, laughter and informative bloggings into my daily life:

Benjamin Eakin  http://thoughtsfromafailedagnostic.wordpress.com/   The title speaks for itself. Thought provoking and honestly written blog on faith, addiction and everyday life.

Have dog blog will travel http://celiasue.com/   Who let the dogs out!? This blog covers everything related to dogs with a partiality to the “pits” in the house.

Zilchebooks    http://zilchebooks.wordpress.com/    I am a Kindle addict and have been for the past four years. This blog keeps you up to date on the latest software and happenings in the “Kindle world”.

Angela   http://simplycontradictory.wordpress.com/  Angela writes from the heart about everyday life living with meds, graduate school, a child, husband and dogs. Her trials and triumphs encourage those who may be in similiar situations to move forward.

http://saintjohnschurch.wordpress.com/ What can I say? My parish, yes my parish and my church.

Bryan http://chiefofleast.com/  Wonderful blog on bible versus and faith.

http://endurancegal.wordpress.com/ Keeps me pumped for running or rather penguin jogging in my case.

Seven random facts:

1. I adore playing the piano and started three years ago.

2. I like to garden and work in the backyard.

3. I am addicted to potato chips.

4. I enjoy my penguin jogging and hope to eventually enter a 5K.

5. My mom, yes my mom, Margarita is my best friend.

6. I am a License Eucharistic Minister in training, as well as an Altar Guild member and on the Vestry at St. John’s Episcopal Church in Park Slope Brooklyn.

7.  I am truly grateful for the all the sorrows and happiness in my life. It has made me who I am.

For those of you who just won the Versatile Blogger Award… Congratulations!! Now please do the following…

  1. Add the award to your blog.
  2. Thank the blogger who gave it to you and include a link to their blog.
  3. Mention 7 random things about yourself.
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