A Moment in Time

My wife are celebrating our 22nd wedding anniversary this weekend. Just happened to be having coffee this afternoon...and this couple were getting their pictures taken on the Circle. New & old love. Time goes by so quickly.

Wordless Wednesday: Pigcasso

National Journal Article: In Nothing We Trust, Muncie Indiana, et al.

Thought I'd share this interesting piece from the National Journal. Sadly, I think it bears a lot of truth, capturing the sense of despondency felt by millions of Americans right now. And on a more personal, geographical note, the article uses Muncie, Indiana to serve as the instructive backdrop for their story. Guess Muncie really is the weathervane of the country (or at least the Lynds thought so). 

http://www.nationaljournal.com/features/restoration-calls/in-nothing-we-trust-20120419

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Trickle Up Poverty: Part One

During this election season in which we find ourselves, much has been made about unemployment rates, taxes, increased reliance on government assistance, and the growing disparity of wealth.  Occupy Wall Street & the "99%" have become part of our language. One recent Wall Street Journal article cited a 70% increase in Food Stamp utilization since 2007.  Funding for crucial programs continue to face unprecedented challenges. Almost 13 million Americans are out of work. News headlines have predicted $5-6 per gallon of gasoline in the near future.

Truly, we are living in very challenging economic times. The scarcity of resources seems to be constantly on the minds of almost everyone these days. The sad fact is good paying jobs are increasing hard to find. Even for those with college degrees. Our national economy is in serious peril, and the American people have not had to face these sorts of stark and dismal realities since the Great Depression.

I happen to live in a community that had been largely known for its manufacturing-based jobs. These were considered "good-paying" jobs from which people at one time could expect to retire after working a few decades. However, the majority of these factories have long since closed their doors. Many moved across the border or to China, while others could no longer compete with the industrial giants who have the advantage of cheap, foreign labor. I was also born & raised in this same community: Marion, Indiana. Growing up here, as I did, was probably not the typical experience. My parent's generation lived during a time in which one could find a decent-paying relatively quickly if they lost a job. There was the strong notion that if one worked hard to pursue the American Dream, there was little question that it was attainable.

However, I experienced poverty first hand during my childhood. There was barely money for the barest necessities, and even those were sometimes non-existent. Growing up poor is neither fun nor for the faint of heart. You quickly learn the distinctions between yourself and those with means, and it's often pointed out in rather cruel and disheartening ways. Especially between kids. However, at this point in my life I can truly say I would not change my childhood experiences. In retrospect, although it was not an easy nor always a positive experience, there were a few important and irreplaceable lessons I learned along the way. I hope, if anything, it has given me a deeper personal perspective and a sense of empathy for those less fortunate and who have missed out on "life's lottery."

I learned the value of a hard-earned dollar, and how to stretch those dollars well beyond what was believed possible. But beyond the monetary issue itself, a far more significant and poignant lesson of poverty left an indelible impression on my life. There really are things far more important than money. And these things led to an understanding of character and integrity. I hope and trust these never escape my attention.

Say the word "poverty" to a group of people and there will be quite a difference in opinion about what it means. Comparatively speaking, what is defined as poor in third-world countries is much different than what most Americans could ever conceive. On the other hand, many Americans find it hard to acknowledge there are people in their own communities who go to bed hungry or are without a home. Furthermore, there is a sizable disagreement as to who falls into the categories of "haves" versus "have-nots."

When people discuss the issue of poverty, arguments can quickly explode about irresponsible behavior, disregard for education, poor work ethics, big corporations and the exploitation of the working poor, self-efficacy, exploding government entitlements & welfare rolls, the apathy of the affluent, greed, self-discipline, unfair tax burdens, government waste/mismanagement, inherited wealth, Capitalism versus Socialism, and so forth.

This post is the first in a series I have decided to write on the topic of poverty. I think serious and robust discussions should take place about the key issues surrounding poverty. Just as importantly, we should understand that poverty is more than just a financial subject. It is much more pervasive. It is often generational. It is also a way of thinking. My goal is not to incite unwinnable debates. However, if we desire to reduce poverty and lessen its impact in our communities and on our world, we have to look at it in differently. Businesses/employers, managers, government leaders, law enforcement, educators, human service organizations, and tax-payers (among many others) should understand we all have a vested interest in improving the lot of those who live in the margins of society.

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Fictional Friday: Frankie

Frankie is a 7 year old boy with bright blonde hair and blue eyes. He has a wonderful smile, and a true child-like gleam in his eyes, although he does not look directly at me.  Frankie is a young man full of energy, and it's a struggle for him to sit still for any stretch of significant time. He has been diagnosed with ADHD and Moderate Intellectual Disability.  Frankie's mother sits in my office, explaining her struggle with school administrators who have been reluctant to agree with Frankie's parent's request for providing some extra support and accommodations. His new classroom this year is minus a teacher's aide, and there is very little one on one time that Frankie's mother desperately believes he needs.

Frankie's mother explains the numerous challenges she & her husband have faced with Frankie. They had Frankie later in life. Her pregnancy was unremarkable for the most part. Frankie was a typical baby, hitting all the developmental milestones at the usual stages. Somewhere shortly after his 3rd birthday, Frankie's behavior began changing dramatically. He seemed detached, and less affectionate. His communication skills seemed to regress. Frankie does communicate verbally, but very few besides his family and teacher can understand him well enough to know what he is saying. At home and in his school setting Frankie exhibits frequent behavioral outbursts, and becomes easily upset with certain things, especially unexpected changes or events. Sometimes his behavior appears without any known or apparent antecedents.

Frankie's mother is frazzled, her eyes conveying a worried mother's burden and exhaustion. She has two other children, and states she feels it is a constant struggle to give her other children the time and attention they need combined with Frankie's needs.

Frankie's parent's insurance will not pay for any additional testing, including testing for the Autism they suspect. The school officials are in disagreement with Frankie's physician's current diagnosis, and have stated he has behavioral issues stemming from poor home discipline. They argue he does not have a disability that can be proven to negatively and directly impact his learning. It is readily apparent that Frankie's parents are lower income, and extra money for additional help is nonexistent. Frankie's parents want him to have a shot at getting a decent education, and need some guidance in how to best support their son.

I gave some information about some outside resources to Frankie's mother that might be helpful to them. We also discussed the Medicaid waiver program. They had never heard of it prior to our conversation, but agree to complete the application for services. We also talk about some on-line resources, and we discuss some things they can try as his parents to help Frankie focus and channel his energy in constructive ways.

Frankie and his family's story seem to be increasingly more common. Families are not always aware of the resources and information that is available to them. Rather than pointing fingers and arguing about lack of funds, we need to find creative ways to help kids like Frankie be successful in school and at home.

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Note: Frankie is a fictional character, based on a composite of real individuals I regularly encounter. Characters who appear in my "Fictional Friday" posts are based on people with real stories with particular details, names, and certain specific circumstances changed so as to protect privacy.  

Wordless Wednesday: A Rose By Any Other Name

Seen on US 31 North of Kokomo.

Wordless Wednesday: Dad's New Toy