Results of the Spaf’s Bow Tie Auction for Charity/Non-profits

The auction closed yesterday.  My sincere thanks to everyone who participated.  I was unsure how much interest it would generate, and somewhat concerned about whether it would generate anything significant for the organizations.  Pleasantly, a number of people responded with generous pledges.

Here are the winning bidders, bids, and destinations for each tie:

  1. Jon Loeliger, $175, the Breast Cancer Resource Center of Austin, TX
  2. Bryn Dole, $150, Purdue University/CERIAS
  3. David Elliott Bell, $300,  Purdue University/CERIAS
  4. David W. Baker, $350,  Purdue University/CERIAS
  5. Henrik Kramshøj, $150, UNICEF
  6. Karen Lopez, $501, Purdue University/CERIAS
  7. Bryn Dole, $150, Purdue University/CERIAS
  8. Aaron Lepold, $150, American Cancer Society
  9. Linda McGlasson, $125, Purdue University/CERIAS
  10. Lynn Terwoerds, $150, UNICEF

Additionally, Paul Rosenzweig pledged $100 to Purdue University/CERIAS.  If that bid had won a tie, he was going to donate it to a worthy grad student.  (Paul is a regular bow tie wearer, too.)

As per the “goodies” offer in the original post, Bryn, David. David, Karen, Linda and Paul will each get a CERIAS challenge coin.   Bryn, David, David and Karen will also receive a CERIAS-logo item.  And Karen will get treated to dinner and a bow tie-tying lesson from me if we manage to determine a shared location sometime before too long.  No one made a $1000+ pledge, so I don’t need to reveal what I had in mind for that. 🙂

Additionally, although I didn’t disclose this in the original post, I made a personal commitment to ensure that all the charities I listed get something out of this.   Therefore, in addition to whatever I may donate at year’s end, I donated (from personal funds) $150 to each of:

Thus, the total amount raised for these organizations from this mini-event comes out to $3051 — and no one was required to dump anything on their heads!

If you would like to toss in a donation as part of this overall effort, please do so!  These are all great groups and worthy of support.  I will honor my “goodies” offers for any donations made through the end of August!  Contact me for details.

 

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An Epiphany on Time, and Loss

Prologue

15-20 years ago, I wrote a regular series of essays, mostly on my travels, but occasionally on other items. These were shared via a mailing list — this was waaay before blogs came on the scene. I have them buried on my WWW site, but not many people search them out. I may repost a few here over the next few months.

Most of those essays were intended to be humorous, and a few might actually have been so. One in particular was not. I haven’t slept well the last few nights, and for some reason, I remembered this particular post last night as I lay awake around 3:30. Perhaps it was because my sister’s birthday was this weekend. I don’t get to see her very often, which is unfortunate, because she’s a wonderful person. I didn’t appreciate her that much when we were growing up, but time gives new perspectives. That is what this essay was about, written in early 2000, about something that happened in 1978.

The Story

I used a word last night in some email I don’t use very often: epiphany. One dictionary definition of the word is “A comprehension or perception of reality by means of a sudden intuitive realization.” Yeah, that is a good definition. There are times in our lives where some encounter or experience gives us a realization of something that forever alters our view of reality. Sometimes they are sad moments, as when you realize that your parents may be fallible, or you really comprehend that death occurs to everyone — even those you love. Sometimes it is exciting and opens new vistas: the first time I really recognized that girls were different in a nice kind of way, for instance, or the first time I rode my bike without training wheels (I’m not sure which occurred first :-). The moments don’t have to include huge events or grand revelations, so long as they reveal something of reality.

I had the strangest flashback today. I have absolutely no idea what triggered it, but it was of an epiphany of mine back in about 1978. And it has enduring influence today, more than 20 years later.

I had this friend named Mark. I haven’t heard from him in almost a decade — he stopped responding to my email and letters at some point. Not that I blame him for that, because we haven’t seen each other in maybe 15 years, and there is little in common there now but memories of a time when we were much younger and saw each other regularly. Life manages to be full as it is, and the days pass.

Mark was in my classes from at least 4th grade on. We found we had the same birthday, so that gave us an immediate bond of sorts. And we also discovered that we had offbeat senses of humor, and were a little quicker on the uptake than most of the other kids in our classes. So we hit it off. I have a picture of Mark and me in the playground in 4th grade with our arms around each other. Buddies.

So, as the years went by, Mark and I found ourselves in many of the same classes. We were in Cub Scouts together, then Boy Scouts. We shared some of the same clubs and interests. And in our senior year in high school, we ended up as two of the five officers of the student council. We weren’t the best of friends (I was too much of the nerd for anybody reasonable to want that), but we were friends, and often hung out together. After graduation, Mark and I sometimes went out to bars together, or ran into each other at parties. (To make things especially interesting, Mark’s brother-in-law became my academic advisor years later when I was an undergrad at SUNY Brockport, and I still keep in touch with him!) Mark and I kept up our casual ties even after I left for grad school — we’d visit when I returned home, and together we planned our high school class’s 10th year reunion. After that, the time and distance gradually eroded the ties that had bound us together.

Anyhow, Mark came from a family with several brothers and sisters. They were all smart, funny people (as were their parents). Almost all the kids in the family had red hair, which was especially amusing and opened them all up for teasing. I didn’t often visit their house, but a few times when I did, I recall that we often were shadowed by his younger sister, Beth (something little brothers and sisters often do). Beth was several years younger than Mark, and had freckles. I remember her as a little kid who was skinny and a bit of a tomboy. I vaguely recall that we would tease her about her freckles, or being skinny, or sometimes simply tease her about her blonde hair (the other kids in her family had red hair, as I noted above). Our teasing wasn’t really mean — we liked her, but it was our job to tease her (I was a big brother, too, so I understood the role). It was clear she was disappointed and maybe a little hurt, but I don’t think it really made a big impression on us; every elder sibling probably knows the scenario.

As time went on, and as Mark and I were finishing high school, we all had different social groups and I am certain several years went by before I saw Beth next. In fact, I think it was several years later after Mark and I had graduated from high school. We were both attending college in the area, and I recall stopping by to see him one weekend.

The small moments when life changes occur often seem innocuous at the time, but are preternaturally clear in memory. I recall being somewhat preoccupied as I walked to the door and rang the bell. The person who answered the door took me completely by surprise. She was tall, with beautiful blonde hair. An awesome smile. Such cute freckles and a lovely complexion. And at about 19 years of age, she was lithe and extremely lovely to behold — and in her halter top and shorts, I definitely beheld. I am sure I was awestruck, and a little embarrassed as I realized — this was Beth, the “little” girl we used to tease and ignore. Now, she was absolutely stunning. I now knew what I wanted Santa to bring me for Christmas. 🙂

I croaked something inane like “Hello. I haven’t seen you in a long while.” She said something nice in return, laughed gently at some lame joke of mine, and called Mark. I’m sure she could tell how flustered I was (I didn’t hide it well), and I hope she found it amusing — and a little payback for some of the teasing she had endured in previous years. I don’t remember now why I was visiting Mark, but I do recall saying something like “Beth has really grown up.” His response: “I guess so. I haven’t noticed.”

The encounter gave me several things to think about in a new way, and I actually remember spending time mulling them over. I was initially incredulous that he didn’t notice the transformation. Then I looked around me and I was transformed, too.

The event was an epiphany on several levels. First, although I had frequently seen caterpillars turn into butterflies, it had never really sunk in — viscerally — that it could apply elsewhere. (Of course, sometimes the change is not in the caterpillar but in the observer!) I have had it reinforced time and again that judgements based on surface impressions sometimes miss the changes that time can make. I have tried ever since to not fall victim to those first impressions. How much different our lives would have been as children had we all known that at an early age! And how different the world could be if we all understood that now as adults…..

The second was the awareness that sometimes you get so close to a person or situation for so long, you don’t notice the slow changes that occur because they are so subtle. In the same time that Beth had blossomed, my own sister had gone from a little kid to a lovely, mature woman and I had barely noticed the change. My parents had grown older and developed grey hair and I didn’t really see the differences. I remember spending several days thereafter looking at the familiar things around me, and trying to see them with “new eyes.” It is something I try to do periodically to this day. We should never get so comfortable with the world around us that we cease to really notice the changes that are occurring.

I’ve had some of the same sense of revelation since then. I especially used to notice it when I would return to the house where I grew up, when my parents still lived there (my father sold the house and moved in 1997 after my mother died). I would notice the trees. They had the same placement as in my memory, but I remembered them as trees from 20 years before when I would see them each day and not really notice them. Now, they are taller and fuller. In my later visits, there was a visual dissonance that made me understand that I was not quite “home” as I recalled it.

In particular, I remember while growing up that every day I would sit at the kitchen table and eat meals while looking out the window. Several houses away were some tall trees with a notable fan shape to the branches at the top. I would watch them sway in spring winds, birds nest in them in the summer, leaves turn golden and drop in autumn, and snow encase them in winter. They were as familiar to me as the faces of my family.

In 1997, when I helped my father pack to move, I remember sitting in the kitchen and looking at those trees. They had grown so much taller (as had I) that I could no longer see the tops from where I sat. And when I went to the window to look out, I noticed some branches missing from what I remembered, where maybe age and ice had taken a toll (on the branches — not on my memory). I sometimes still see those trees in my dreams, as I sit at the table with my parents and sister, a young boy of 8 or so unaware of what time could — and would — do to us all.

The lesson of time is one that we seem loathe to learn, but is fundamental to understanding our lives. I see my daughter at 7 and wish I could hold her again at 5, and 3 and the day she was born. It is the magic of time that is slowing turning her from fuzzy duckling into swan, and all too soon she will be writing of her realization that her dotty old dad is getting on in years. How I wish I could stop the clock for even a few days!

Postscript, 2000

I don’t recall that I ever saw Beth again. Sadly, she died several years ago from aggressive breast cancer — a tragic loss. But I recall that small, revelatory role she played in my life, and although I haven’t remembered that moment in over a decade, it certainly had a major effect on me. I wish she were around now so I could tell her….I think she would find it amusing. (And if the mood strikes you, you can make a donation to fight breast cancer at the American Cancer Society site.)

By setting down this story, maybe it can play a role in your life. Embrace the moment, and embrace those around you. Time moves with stealth, and the present becomes the past, often without our notice. Our memories are the only way for us to travel in time, so ensure yours are full of happy times with those you care about.

Postscript, 2014

My dream last night was of those trees outside the kitchen window. In that dream, I returned to visit, and the trees were gone. I wonder what that meant?

In the time since 2000, I have lost my father and my uncle, and I am one of the last of my generation in the family. I wish I could return to a time to see them again, and listen to some of their stories, especially the ones I can’t quite remember now.

I wrote about how I wish I could hold my daughter at 7, and at 5; now she is nearly 21, and has transformed beautifully as did her aunt. I still wish I could embrace that 5 year-old at times, though.

And as I look in the mirror, I seem the same as I have every day, but to look in a picture from 2000, or 1987, or when I graduated from high school in 1974, and time has definitely taken its toll.

Embrace those around you. Time is fleeting, but memories are a great treasure.

Peace.

October is the month….

We have special occasions throughout the year. Some are holidays, and some are observances. For a few special causes, we have month-long awareness observances.

If you didn’t hear, October is the month to be aware of at least these things (in the U.S.):

  • Cyber security
  • Domestic Violence
  • Pork
  • Clergy Appreciation
  • Filipino American History
  • National Arts & Humanities
  • Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender History
  • Dwarfism
  • Fair Trade

That’s quite a list! (And it probably isn’t complete, either.)

Obviously, cyber security is important to me given my chosen profession and expertise (e.g., here). However, we should be aware of cyber security 365 days a year (and 366 every 4th year)! There are lots of resources online for cybersecurity, and you should seek them out and pay attention to good practices. One good starting point for the general public is the Stay Safe Online site.

It is also reasonable to appreciate pork, clergy, LBGT history, art, people of Filipino ancestry, and fair trade. I suppose that if you were to find a gay Filipino-American priest and offer to trade him a painting for some bacon, you’d cover all those bases at once. 🙂

Dwarfism should not be a matter of amusement or ostracization, certainly — Little People are indeed people, and should be treated with the respect and dignity afforded anyone else.

But of all those causes, two have serious and often tragic effects, leading to heartbreak, physical damage, and all-too-often, death.

Domestic violence is something not always observed by those around the victims. Usually (but not always) the victims are women and children who are subject to psychological and physical abuse. (Men can be subjected to violence too, by wives or domestic partners.)

Often, victims are made to believe that they are somehow unworthy and thus deserving of the abuse. The victims often are unable to trust others, and may be subject to more violence if they are caught trying to reach out to other people. And the violence often continues because the victims believe they have no other place to go — no options, and no resources. Victims of abuse — especially children — may not display obvious signs of trauma to an untrained observer. They may have injuries that are explained away as accidents, or because they are clumsy. Some abusers take great care to hide the marks and effects of their actions. But the psychological scars can run deep….and sometimes, the victims die; one estimate is that 3 women a day die in the U.S. as a result of domestic violence. Sadly, abused children may grow up to be abusers themselves unless something is done to stop the cycle.

This is an issue that is important, and one that should not be forgotten for 11 months once October ends. There are resources if you suspect someone is being subjected to domestic violence, including the website of the Domestic Violence Awareness Project. More importantly, if you suspect someone is being abused — or you are being abused — then call 911, or the hotline at 1-800-799-7233 or TTY 1-800-787-3224. No one deserves to be subjected to domestic violence.

The other really serious issue is breast cancer. This also disproportionately affects women, although it can also strike men. In the U.S., nearly 300,000 people will be diagnosed with breast cancer this year (1% of them men). Sadly, nearly 40,000 women will die from that cancer this year. During their lives, 1 out of every 8 women (about 12%) will develop breast cancer. The major risk factors are being female, and growing older — neither of which presents rational alternatives for avoidance.

Several of my friends, colleagues, and family members have been diagnosed with breast cancer — and you probably know some as well, although you may not realize everyone who you know who has had this diagnosis. One of my acquaintances developed it as a very young woman and died of it: it is not only a disease of older people. The rest have been survivors, so far, joining over 2.6 million others. Too often, however, treatment requires disfigurement or amputation. (Maybe it makes a bigger impact on guys to understand that a mastectomy is major amputation — it is not something trivial.) Recovery may involve physical therapy and sometimes long-term discomfort or pain. It is also an issue of psychological stress.

Earlier this week, a long-time, wonderful friend of mine underwent a double mastectomy. She had undergone an exam that revealed a suspicious spot. It was not benign. As someone with some family history, and with two young daughters she wanted to be with for as long as possible (and for whom she is a role model), she elected for “the whole monty” (as I recall her writing to me) after discussing it with her physician. I cannot imagine the decision, the fear, the uncertainty, and now the long recovery. But although she is someone special, the bravery and resolve to undergo this radical step is not unique to her — tens of thousands of women make the same decision each year, some forced into it to save their lives, and others as a precaution against further cancer.

As a dirty old man (formerly, a dirty young man :-), I have great fondness for women’s breasts (and the rest of them, actually). But as a son, brother, husband, father, and friend I am horrified at the fear, trauma, and losses brought about by breast cancer. This is another issue that should not be forgotten for 11 months once October ends. Women (and men) should learn how to do self-exams, and then perform them. If you find something unusual, don’t dismiss it as “probably nothing” or “I have no time now to get it checked.” Early diagnosis and treatment is especially critical to improve recovery and minimize any surgery. This is also an area where additional research should help devise new treatments and diagnostic procedures. Consider making a donation. Susan G. Koman For the Cure and the American Cancer Society are two places where you can find more information or donate.

Yes, October is the month for many things. November is not far off with its own observances, including lung and pancreatic cancer, Crohn’s disease, diabetes, Alzheimer’s disease, and COPD. It is also National  Pomegranate month, and National Drum month.

But for now, focus on October, and on how you can make a difference in someone else’s life and future. And when you see someone wearing a purple ribbon (Domestic Violence Awareness) or a pink ribbon (Breast Cancer Awareness), you’ll know what they mean.

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