Archive for April, 2007

Compared to whom?

Wednesday, April 25th, 2007

“If you think you’re doing well, ask yourself this critical thinking question: Compared to whom? The average person? The middle class? The world-class? Whom you compare yourself to will help you identify your current level of consciousness.” – Steve Siebold, author, 177 Mental Toughness Secrets of the World Class
[via Beyond Marketing]

Listen. Not hear.

Wednesday, April 25th, 2007

“To listen is to continually give up all expectation and to give our attention, completely and freshly, to what is before us, not really knowing what we will hear or what that will mean. In the practice of our days, to listen is to lean in, softly, with a willingness to be changed by what we hear.” – Mark Nepo
[via Wisdom Quotes]

Tag! You’re it.

Tuesday, April 24th, 2007

An odd game of tag has broken out on the blogosphere. Someone posts a question on their blog and then “tags” 5 people who are also blog to answer the same questions. If all goes well they also tag 5 people, creating a tree of responses. For some reason this is called a “meme”.
In the past 7 days I was tagged byKaren (who was part of Brad and Joia’s travel group to China) and Michael (the first person I met during orientation my freshman year off college).
Karen nominated me for a thinking blogger in her post“Aw-Shucks!”. Basically, it is a list of 5 blogs that make you think. My 4 in no particular order (and yes I have posted about many of these before).
The Dilbert Blog: Scott Adams, the creator of Dilbert, blogs daily about what is on his mind. He is not afraid to take on touchy subjects. Half the time I think he is a total whack-job, but he is willing to change thoughts and beliefs we take for granted.
Seth Godin’s blog: Seth is a marketing person. He has written a number of book that I like enough to own and go back to. He writes a lot about the creative process.
Thoughts On the Way: Cameron Conant is a Nashville based writer. He describes himself with the Maya Angelo thought, “I am not a Christian, but I am trying to be.” Very open self-assessment of his own journey.
Beyond marketing: Joe Vitale is one of the most successful internet marketers of all time. His blog is very rarely about marketing. It is more about chasing dreams. From time to time he gets a little new-agey, but I love his willingness to chase dreams and challenge others to do the same. More than once a week something he rights causes me to change the way I am chasing my dreams.
Mike tagged me as part of Alex Shalman’s Gotta Get Goals meme in his post Keep it Simple: Goal Setting. The idea is to reflect on their “top 5 to 10 goals that I gotta’ get so that I can truly say I have achieved my wildest dreams in life”.
I have no shortage of goals, but I don’t like the phrase of the question. It implies the only way I can say that I have lived the best possible life if I am able to check of certain things off a list. I do have such a list, but what is more important than doing certain things is how I think I will grow and change by trying to reach such goals. Also, the question doesn’t take into account that the world and (hopefully) I am going to change. The list can’t be static. Therefore any goal list I have today is subject to review as soon as lunch time.
Here are some goals I have and (more importantly) why:
40 countries by 40 (to count a country I must spend 7 nights in it): I love international travel because it makes me look at the world from a different point of view. It is easy to fall into the trap to assume my thoughts are the best thoughts because they are based on my experience, but that experience is so incomplete. By visiting other cultures I am forced to challenge my assumptions. By making myself stay 7 days I am more likely to wonder away from the tourist traps and see what that local culture is really like. By setting the goal of 40 by 40 it has created as sense of urgency. As I am planning each year it forces me to think creativity of where I would like to go and how I am going to get there. I am desperately behind because I keep going back to countries I like and still have much to learn from.
Appear on Fresh Air with Terry Gross: I will live a long and happy life if I never appear on any radio show, but I did this it would be I have created something very cool. Fresh Air doesn’t have your typical radio guest, whom are trying to sell something, but instead are movers and shakers in some field. They have written a book or created/starred in tv/movie that is thoughtful and meaningful. If I appeared on Fresh Air I will have created something that is meaningful to culture. I fancy myself a creative and hope to create something(s) that are thought provoking, healing and/or challenging.
Keynote NCCYM: It is an arrogant statement to say I have something to offer and to long for a particular stage. The group of people who adore more than any other are adults who take time to love and support young people. As we have crossed the country time and again I have been blessed with the opportunity meet and be touched by so many of these adults. They are underserved. Because of this it has driven me to write my first book, start an e-newsletter, and speak at retreats and training for nothing (next to nothing). If I reached this goal, it would mean that I have honed my craft to the point that others think I have something to offer on such a large prestigious stage. It would also mean I could stand in front of 2000 of these adults to tell them they are loved and even if no one back home ever says thank you, I do.
Become an EFT Master This is a training and working process that takes 5 years. If I achieve this it will mean that (1) I have improved my skill set as coach and practitioner, (2) contributed to the state of the art of helping people to heal, and (3) be witness to many many people gaining and improving health.

Different Point of View

Sunday, April 22nd, 2007

The week has been filled with commentary, prayers and hand wringing in the wake of the VT shooting.
Much of the commentary was made by folks who have no particular credential to comment on such things, but so goes the 24 hour news cycle.
If you can bare to read one more thing I would recommend Cinematic Clues To Understand The Slaughter by Steven Hunter.
Steven is a Pulitzer Prize winning writer on film critique and has written a number of novels based on violent characters (one of his books was the basis for the Mark Walberg vehicle “Shooter”).
The column is not alarmist about pop culture and doesn’t jump to any ridicules conclusions. It is just one more point of view as we try and understand what has happened.

How you can help!

Monday, April 16th, 2007

Stilling trying to find which way is up. Was home for 30 hours before flying to KS for a week of work here.
Some how managed a 2 hour nap this afternoon (which was needed).
Lots have asked how they can help with the folks I visited in Peru. There are a few ways. You can give a onetime donations or you can give a monthly donation that would be paired with someone (or a family) specifically.
Donations can be made by sending a regular check in US dollars payable to Fr. Jack Davis at:
Fr. Jack Davis
Parish of Nuestra Senora del Perpetuo Socorro
Apartado Postal 134
Chimbote, Peru
If you would like to do a regular monthly donation, send me a note and I can point you in the right direction (I don’t want to put e-mail address on-line for spamers).

Home. Safe. Sound.

Saturday, April 14th, 2007

Made it to my place by 130p today. Since being home I have managed a shower, two naps, picking up mail, and eating a little.
BUS RIDE
With the strike the plan was to catch the 1030a bus from Chimbote to Lima. I was up early and went on a 6am with Padre. He walks to exersize a little, bring a start to the day and say “good morning” 65 times.
Just one more way to stay present.
After the walk I grab a little breakfast and then encouraged the chicos to be ready for our 930 trip to the bus stations.
Hugs and kisses good by to the staff and off to the bus station.
Once at the station we found out the bus was going to be 90 min late (which really means 2 hours). During the strike, the strikers created road blocks out of boulders all over the state. Because of this, the bus got a late start. Since we were the third stop it was way behind.
The bus was by far the nicest I have ever ridden in Latin America. We were served a meal, they showed two movies, and we played bingo for a free bus ticket. To be honest it was the nicest public bus I have ever taken in my life.
It took close to 6 hours to get to Lima. Our ride was waiting for us at the bus station and it was off to the airport (45 min away).
LOS CHICOS
To get to the airport we were in two vans. The group I was with sang the whole way to the airport. Beatles. Liturgical stuff. Lots of show tunes.
In that moment I realized how much I had grown to really enjoy them.
I found myself on a number of occasions at the parocia referring to them as “my chicos” when talking to other volunteers and the staff.
It was a real blessing to spend the weekend with them.
SOCKS
Once we got to the airport we check in, grabbed a meal. I think I was the only one who didn’t eat at McDonald’s or Papa John’s.
Passed through security.
Since I was on a different airlines, we said our good byes.
Jumped on the plane. My flight to Houston was at 1140p. When the stewardess came around to ask my dinner choice before take off, I said, “If I am awake, a glass of water would be great.”
The next thing I knew I was waking up one hour out side of Houston.
Breezed through customs.
Jumped on the flight to Baltimore.
Once seated I changed my socks. I had been wearing hiking boots for the last 24 hours (minus the few hours I slept on the last flight) and had packed extra socks in my backpack for just this.
I can only image what the guy next to me was thinking as I did this.
DID I LEARN NOTHING?
So I have this ridicules beard. I haven’t shaved in over 10 days, but I can’t really grow facial hair.
It is patchy, like I have been attacked by a can of Nare.
I kinda like the beard and thought, “You know I should get a beard and mustache trimmer. Maybe I can make this shag look respectable.”
On the way home from the airport I stopped at WalMart to buy one. I dug out my cash (money from before the trip and money from the trip).
I was sorting through the cash to see how much I had, and thinking how much I would be willing to spend on such a device.
It all hit me once.
What was I thinking. I might use something like this 10 times in the next 10 years.
I don’t need this. This money could be used some much better.
Standing in the middle of the parking lot, I felt like such a fool.
I am such a work in progress.

Homeword Bound

Friday, April 13th, 2007

The strike didn´t break, so we spent one more day in Chimbote.
It was a very low key day. The choicos visted a home for mental disable women which is run by the little sister of the poor.
I stayed behind and work with a volunteer who is heading back to England in July after being here a year. We spent some time on what the transition was going to be like and what she would be doing next with her life.
The afternoon was quiet. A group of kids from the neighborhood came over and the chicos taught them how to play baseball (sort of). There was lots of napping and packing. I don´t think the group could have handled much more.
We were thanked and blessed at mass.
About 1030 Padre and I went to visit a very disturbed young man. He is 33. Was abused as a child and hasn´t been the same since is monther´s death 12 years ago. Padre calls him his biggest cross. After living here for a week that is profound statement.
I talked with him a while, we did a little work, and we prayed.
Please keep Calvin in your prayers.
Bus at 1030a today. Dinner in Lima then off to the airport for a late flight. Should be at my home by 2p on Saturday.
Many have asked about making donations. I will post on Sunday on all the options you have. Also, I am thinking an adult trip down here in December. Keep an eye for more detail.
Pray for safe travels and the people of Chimbote.

Paro Regional

Thursday, April 12th, 2007

The days are starting to get a bit of a rhythm here. Breakfast, work, lunch, nap, work, shower, dinner.
We worked at a few houses yesterday and started work on a day care. Lots of hard labor. A group of us spent three hours just picking rocks large and small to clear an area for playground.
For some in our group is was the best day of work because they felt like they had really done work. Progress could be seen. Work lasted more than a couple of hours. There was direction.
Work is done in a much different fashion. Little is done efficiently. Lots of waiting as one thing needs to get done, when if done in a different order everyone could be working more and faster.
It is an interesting lesson to process. To feel useful in a place that is so inefficient.
GOOD BYE?
They had a small going away party for us last night. Two choirs sang. One was filled with former gang members. Padre told us that 15 months ago these guys were on national TV drunk and/or stoned talking about how they like to kill people.
Last night they were singing songs about the Word of God to a bunch of American kids.
We are suppose to be packing up this morning and heading to Lima for a day of sightseeing before fling home tomorrow night.
Yesterday and today there had been a regional strike (Pare Regional). Meaning nothing was yesterday or will be today open in the whole state. Therefore there is no bus for us to catch today.
Our group has taken it all in stride.

Heart Brake

Wednesday, April 11th, 2007

MOUNTAIN
After breakfast yesterday we went the near by mountain to look over the city. The path up the mountain is also the way of the cross. They have all fourteen station on the way up to the small chapel.
Each year on good Friday 20,000 people make the walk.
At the top is a beautiful little chapel that from time to time Padre takes youth on retreat two. For there you can see the whole city (400,000 and no building over 6 stories), the bay, the islands at the edge of the bay and all the fishing boats coming and going. There is also sand and nothingness as far as the eye can see.
A FIRST FOR ME
After a stop for lunch on the way back to the church we headed in to homes. We were broken into small groups and each group had a local social worker with them. The social worker took us into a home to see how the people in the barrio live. Thatch wall, dirt floors, sharing bed rooms, a radio, cooking with charcoal that is toxic.
You can´t call moments like this good, or fun, but it was eye opening.
Then our group visited a battered women´s shelter. Three rooms. Two had families (mothers and their children) and the third had a thirteen year old girl. She had the sweetest smile, was a little embarrassed that we saw her unmade bad. You wanted to just hug her.
Then in a moment it all struck me. Her full circumstance. 13 and no were else to go. It wasn´t that she was receiving poor care (the care was great), but that she had to be their.
It was the first moment I almost lost it into tears on the trip.
CHICOS
The students we travel with continue to do great. They are mixing well with each other, and good fun to be with.
The main reason I came on this trip was to see (and maybe help) their transformation. But I wonder if my expectations are too high.
One moment they are getting it. We are walking out of a house in which we have learned that for $180 the family would get a stove and burner so that they would not be cooking with toxic bricks. By the time we are back to the church they have a plan to raise the money.
The next moment they are commenting on how much money an artist made off them today, when he came by to make paintings for them. Almost as if they were taken advantage of (the painter received $60 for a days work).
In those moments I know I need to catch myself. I need to remember I am still learning. Need to remember that I don´t have all the answers. Need to remember where I would have been at 17 in this context.
The hope of a trip like this is to change perspective a little. To open the eyes just a little.
If that happens, then maybe we will all be open to acting with a little more love the next time we are confronted with Body of Christ, not just in poor, but with everyone in our lives.

Dignity

Monday, April 9th, 2007

That is the way everyone is treated here at the church, with dignity.
The only way to describe it is through an example. Miguel is a young man who has a very rough home life and has some mental challenges. If you were to walk into any mass here at Nuestra Señora del Perpetuo Socorro you would think he is directing the choir.
You would think this because he is standing in front of the choir waving his arms, in time, with perfect rhythm.
But he is not directing the choir. That is done by the man play guitar.
In most context Miguel would shot off. He doesn´t belong.
Not here. He is causing no trouble. He is not in the way. Why takes his joy? Why cause problems?
Just meet him were here is.
Show him that he is loved.
It would drive me crazy to have this going on in the middle of doing something “important”. I would want to stop it.
Not here.
Not when he is seen through the eyes of love.
Lesson from Easter Monday: How to give dignity, or more precisely how to see people with the dignity they deserve. It is isn´t something you give.