Any person that knows me knows I am a huge fan of all types of music. I use it to relax, think and work at home. I believe most of us do. I have yet to meet a person that can not evolve a memory to a song or certain type of music. This is even true when you are planning your day. When you are relaxing it may be classical music, romance may be Motown or jazz and rock when you are working out.
I have been asked if I have ever bought a CD I did not like. The answer is “Yes”, and this happened very recently. You see I will purchase music from artists that I have never heard before and usually this has good results. However, we will revisit this later.
This is where my musical theory comes into play when it comes to people and how to discover their level of understanding about cultures and people, places and things that or who are different from them. Hear me out on this.
The passion a person will use to defend what they listen to and what they like does happen. Now here is the theory at work. I believe if a person will take the time to listen to something out of their normal music pattern they are willing to try and understand different things in life. You know they are open to understanding and listening.
When listening to all music, you will discover, African beats, Native rhythms and the social minds. More importantly you will understand what they are trying to say. I believe you will find that all people of this world have the same worries and concerns as you and I in every language and just want someone to listen. If this sounds familiar that is we do everyday.
I also believe that if we take these small steps at opening ourselves up to every experience in life that we will be more accepting of all of our differences. I think the world would be much more of a better place if this did happen. Just think if it did just because we would take the time to open ourselves to different styles of music and learn from that. Something to think about.
Oh by the way, that CD, “Lamb of God”. The music was great but the vocals not so much. At least I can say I gave it a try.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Do We Really Look?
I have to say I saw quite a disturbing sight a few weeks ago that still bothers me a lot today. Usually I can just wipe something away as a “that’s life and it happens” moment. Not this time for some reason.
I was in a place of business the other day when there was a special customer in the store. This gentleman was older, a little weathered, and you could tell he had been through a lot in this life. When I spoke with him, he was nice and polite in a very meek voice.
This gentleman was purchasing a shopping cart of goods with the lady I will assume was his wife or partner. Like most customers, he went to the check out and pays for his goods. This is where things went incredibly wrong. An employee asked him about two other bags that he had in his cart. It should be pointed out that these bags were marked and from another store. I have no idea why this question was even asked. Needless to say, the customer freaked. He screamed at employees and yelled curse words at them. His anger was very apparent to all. Being an employee there, I was asked to come up from and when I did I just stood there. Once his goods were finally paid for, I asked him if he wanted help with the carts he had. This was taken with the same low, polite voice that he originally demonstrated,
Once he left the store, employees were talking about how rude he was and could not believe the way he acted. I just shook my head. I pointed out to more than one that he was disabled and mentally impaired. This was the part that bothered me.
In today’s world where we teach and scream inclusion and tolerance, absolutely no one demonstrated any that evening. Most of the people that I spoke to did not even realize that the person they were talking about was disabled in any way.
Now this is what I saw. This man was in his mid sixties; face completely weathered, arched back that looked painful, head off to the side or turned, and something different about his eyes. He spoke slowly unless enraged. When he was not enraged, he seemed like he did not know what had just happened.
I do not understand why no one else saw this at all and just completely judged a person without paying attention. Now most of the people involved would not want to be judged however had no issue in doing it. I have no idea what may have been wrong with this man. If could have been that he was abused and it wore on him. He could have been impaired in many ways. It was not for me to know exactly what may have been wrong. It was up to me to understand that I had no idea what had happened to him before he walked in the store. This part I will never know. It is also none of my business.
The biggest question I have is do we look at other people or do we just look at ourselves. I know most people want understanding when talking about themselves but I am trying to figure out why we cannot give the attention or respect to another person whose world we may know nothing about? We would want people to when it comes to us.
I was in a place of business the other day when there was a special customer in the store. This gentleman was older, a little weathered, and you could tell he had been through a lot in this life. When I spoke with him, he was nice and polite in a very meek voice.
This gentleman was purchasing a shopping cart of goods with the lady I will assume was his wife or partner. Like most customers, he went to the check out and pays for his goods. This is where things went incredibly wrong. An employee asked him about two other bags that he had in his cart. It should be pointed out that these bags were marked and from another store. I have no idea why this question was even asked. Needless to say, the customer freaked. He screamed at employees and yelled curse words at them. His anger was very apparent to all. Being an employee there, I was asked to come up from and when I did I just stood there. Once his goods were finally paid for, I asked him if he wanted help with the carts he had. This was taken with the same low, polite voice that he originally demonstrated,
Once he left the store, employees were talking about how rude he was and could not believe the way he acted. I just shook my head. I pointed out to more than one that he was disabled and mentally impaired. This was the part that bothered me.
In today’s world where we teach and scream inclusion and tolerance, absolutely no one demonstrated any that evening. Most of the people that I spoke to did not even realize that the person they were talking about was disabled in any way.
Now this is what I saw. This man was in his mid sixties; face completely weathered, arched back that looked painful, head off to the side or turned, and something different about his eyes. He spoke slowly unless enraged. When he was not enraged, he seemed like he did not know what had just happened.
I do not understand why no one else saw this at all and just completely judged a person without paying attention. Now most of the people involved would not want to be judged however had no issue in doing it. I have no idea what may have been wrong with this man. If could have been that he was abused and it wore on him. He could have been impaired in many ways. It was not for me to know exactly what may have been wrong. It was up to me to understand that I had no idea what had happened to him before he walked in the store. This part I will never know. It is also none of my business.
The biggest question I have is do we look at other people or do we just look at ourselves. I know most people want understanding when talking about themselves but I am trying to figure out why we cannot give the attention or respect to another person whose world we may know nothing about? We would want people to when it comes to us.
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Abuse Me
Funny thing happened a few weeks ago that I cannot stop thinking about. I was at work and speaking to a lady whom I had never met. I was making small talk and that was it. I have no idea why but she pretty much told me her whole life recent life story. It turned out that she was dealing with the after effects of an abusive relationship. She has been to the group home and still nearly two years after leaving she was not even close to thinking of a new relationship. Actually the thought made her shake. I had never thought of this before. How long the after effects of abuse stayed with you or if they ever leave.
The more I thought about it the whole thing made sense to me. This is especially after I thought of the emotional aspect of it. A man or woman has been dealing with certain abuses all their life and that is what makes us all different. It starts actually when we are kids and receiving it from either friends of family. Then it may progress through our adult years. How it is dealt with all depends on our mental makeup.
Does it ever leave? The answer is,”No”. When a person is on the receiving end and it is from a person that was suppose to support, love and share, the effects are worse. How can a person believe in themselves when the person who was supposed to be with them just made it worse? Friends, family, lovers, and partners are the people who are supposed to protect not contribute.
The abused person does not know who to believe or go to. They are mentally tired, scarred, withdrawn and ashamed. One of the most devastating parts about this, is that the abused person will go from person to person and receiving more of it because that is what they believe what they deserve when the opposite is in fact true.
More importantly, when someone does enter their life and treats them properly, the abused does not know what to do at all. In some cases, they will destroy it themselves because they feel they are not worthy. This outlook takes years to go away and for some people it never leaves.
Something to think about when you meet a person and they are quiet about their past and when you touch them, they flinch. It is the people that came before you, not you. Try to understand.
The more I thought about it the whole thing made sense to me. This is especially after I thought of the emotional aspect of it. A man or woman has been dealing with certain abuses all their life and that is what makes us all different. It starts actually when we are kids and receiving it from either friends of family. Then it may progress through our adult years. How it is dealt with all depends on our mental makeup.
Does it ever leave? The answer is,”No”. When a person is on the receiving end and it is from a person that was suppose to support, love and share, the effects are worse. How can a person believe in themselves when the person who was supposed to be with them just made it worse? Friends, family, lovers, and partners are the people who are supposed to protect not contribute.
The abused person does not know who to believe or go to. They are mentally tired, scarred, withdrawn and ashamed. One of the most devastating parts about this, is that the abused person will go from person to person and receiving more of it because that is what they believe what they deserve when the opposite is in fact true.
More importantly, when someone does enter their life and treats them properly, the abused does not know what to do at all. In some cases, they will destroy it themselves because they feel they are not worthy. This outlook takes years to go away and for some people it never leaves.
Something to think about when you meet a person and they are quiet about their past and when you touch them, they flinch. It is the people that came before you, not you. Try to understand.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
A Family Affair
Family Health
We, as a whole, hear that a family around us has been affected by one of their members being found sick, had an accident, or a new life long disease. What we do, when we do hear, is say how unfortunate they are and move on. We do this without issue. As a human race we have no idea what others go through.
I believe it goes something like this. You discover a family member now has Alzheimer’s, stroke, alcohol problem or suffered an accident that is life threatening.
Now here is what we do not think about. We do not think of the person affected at all. The person who has gone from freedom to a dependency. The people, who can remember everything, run, have energy, control emotions or even just be able to walk. These may be all gone and the person most affected is the person who it happened too and the majority of the time did not see it coming at all. They have to adjust to others doing for them where it was not that way previously and the pride that goes with it. Take the time to imagine not being able to have the life you have now and that is what the person would be going through also. So not only are they trying to live with the new way their life is but the mental impact too.
These inspirational people are not the only ones who are adjusting either. We cannot forget their loved ones too. Anyone who lives under the roof of the person who is affected is affected also. They now have to take care of them in the home, give baths where they did not have to anymore, feed them meals, and give care to them that extends love.
When family leaves the home t go to work, there is a panic every time a telephone goes off as the first thing you think of is bad news. Anyone who is close to the situation just braces themselves. A deep breath before coming back into the house. Family members who do not live there flinch every time a call is received from the house. One day that call will be real. Today or Tomorrow
We, as a whole, hear that a family around us has been affected by one of their members being found sick, had an accident, or a new life long disease. What we do, when we do hear, is say how unfortunate they are and move on. We do this without issue. As a human race we have no idea what others go through.
I believe it goes something like this. You discover a family member now has Alzheimer’s, stroke, alcohol problem or suffered an accident that is life threatening.
Now here is what we do not think about. We do not think of the person affected at all. The person who has gone from freedom to a dependency. The people, who can remember everything, run, have energy, control emotions or even just be able to walk. These may be all gone and the person most affected is the person who it happened too and the majority of the time did not see it coming at all. They have to adjust to others doing for them where it was not that way previously and the pride that goes with it. Take the time to imagine not being able to have the life you have now and that is what the person would be going through also. So not only are they trying to live with the new way their life is but the mental impact too.
These inspirational people are not the only ones who are adjusting either. We cannot forget their loved ones too. Anyone who lives under the roof of the person who is affected is affected also. They now have to take care of them in the home, give baths where they did not have to anymore, feed them meals, and give care to them that extends love.
When family leaves the home t go to work, there is a panic every time a telephone goes off as the first thing you think of is bad news. Anyone who is close to the situation just braces themselves. A deep breath before coming back into the house. Family members who do not live there flinch every time a call is received from the house. One day that call will be real. Today or Tomorrow
Monday, March 22, 2010
The New Prisoner
The Prisoner
Though Unfortunate, divorces are a mainstay in today’s society and very difficult to live through. There is a division of assets and the fears of starting a new life that will hopefully be happier than the one being lived before.
With the new start in life comes uncertainty. The standard of living will not be there as previously with two incomes, which will take care of the children for when the now single parent was to work and let us not even talk about the new dating world out there. These are just a few of the things that are thought about when making this new step in life.
Now we have to remember that this step does not come lightly and there are many factors for it. They are different in each home but the one common item is that two people are not happy with each other. However, when one person does pull the trigger on moving on, it is typical for the other to not want to go. The indecency that comes after is a horrid spectacle to see. Ego takes over and nothing is the same ever again. Once given the option of divorce, the party involved that all the sudden finds themselves happy will become one of the most vengeful human beings on the face of the earth. Everything becomes threatened. They will threaten monies, children and almost to the point of physical abuse. We all know that emotional abuse has already happened. Why do they act this way? Ego and fear. They cannot accept that maybe something in their life did not work out as panned and have no idea what to expect when the new door opens. Well married or not, none of us know what tomorrow brings.
So to prove they live the person who asked to leave, they involve the kids and threaten to take them away, threaten to make the other person life a living hell financially and outright threaten them. This has been seen so many times before and after separation and is cowardly.
The question in front of them is simple though. Doesn’t this just go to solidify why the other person wants out?
From the Headlines
Last week, NDP Leader, Jack Layton sent in a motion requiring the prime minister to seek the consent of the House of Commons to shut down Parliament for longer than seven days was passed in the House last Wednesday.
The motion does not include the Prime Minister, because only a constitutional amendment could rein in the prime minister's prorogation power.
Now this is on the heels of the controversial decision to prorogue Parliament this past winter for over the hundredth time in Canadian history.
Personally, this motion will not accomplish anything because in the end the Prime Minister will still have the power to do this. However, we should all take solace in the fact that this is the only issue facing our country in 2010 as it has been beat like a dead horse and has never really been a topic before. I say we eliminate it, not hunger, homelessness or monitor our healthcare or crime!!! Sorry, I have more important things to worry about than this.
From the New Brunswick political headlines, we are still debating the upcoming sale of NB Power to Hydro Quebec. Now we are debating this without any facts of the deal because it has not been released so anything anyone has said is based on hearsay or in the real world, gossip.
There is a mandated election this year and a lot of New Brunswickers have been calling for the Premier’s head on this deal and a lot of opinions are being given that the Liberal Government will not survive the next election. In a typical situation they would not but in a year where all parties involved have known the election date, the NDP Party or Progressive Conservative have not really shown that they can lead either. In all honesty the names of their party leaders escape me. So if they want to lead, they really need to step up. Especially when this is not a snap election and there has been plenty of time to get organized.
CD Review
Collective Soul – Home
Every so often a band will release a live CD with a symphony. The ones that stand out in my mind that have gotten it right are Tom Cochrane and Red Rider with the Edmonton Symphony and KISS with the Australian Symphony. You can add another to the bill that got it right with this one. Collective Soul shares their talents with the Atlanta Symphony Youth Orchestra.
There are reworking of such classics as “Gel”, “December” and “Shine”. Collective Soul let the symphony shine on their slower songs such as “How Do You Love”, “Youth”, “Compliment” and one of the best songs ever written, “The World I Know” as well as lending a very strong hand to the heavier tracks, “Counting the Days”, Better Now” and Heavy”.
The one element about this CD where others have failed is that all the musicians are having fun and that comes out in the music. Another is that the Atlanta Symphony Youth Orchestra is not considered background music, you can actually here them and they are spotlighted many times. This is where Collective Soul got it right.
Though Unfortunate, divorces are a mainstay in today’s society and very difficult to live through. There is a division of assets and the fears of starting a new life that will hopefully be happier than the one being lived before.
With the new start in life comes uncertainty. The standard of living will not be there as previously with two incomes, which will take care of the children for when the now single parent was to work and let us not even talk about the new dating world out there. These are just a few of the things that are thought about when making this new step in life.
Now we have to remember that this step does not come lightly and there are many factors for it. They are different in each home but the one common item is that two people are not happy with each other. However, when one person does pull the trigger on moving on, it is typical for the other to not want to go. The indecency that comes after is a horrid spectacle to see. Ego takes over and nothing is the same ever again. Once given the option of divorce, the party involved that all the sudden finds themselves happy will become one of the most vengeful human beings on the face of the earth. Everything becomes threatened. They will threaten monies, children and almost to the point of physical abuse. We all know that emotional abuse has already happened. Why do they act this way? Ego and fear. They cannot accept that maybe something in their life did not work out as panned and have no idea what to expect when the new door opens. Well married or not, none of us know what tomorrow brings.
So to prove they live the person who asked to leave, they involve the kids and threaten to take them away, threaten to make the other person life a living hell financially and outright threaten them. This has been seen so many times before and after separation and is cowardly.
The question in front of them is simple though. Doesn’t this just go to solidify why the other person wants out?
From the Headlines
Last week, NDP Leader, Jack Layton sent in a motion requiring the prime minister to seek the consent of the House of Commons to shut down Parliament for longer than seven days was passed in the House last Wednesday.
The motion does not include the Prime Minister, because only a constitutional amendment could rein in the prime minister's prorogation power.
Now this is on the heels of the controversial decision to prorogue Parliament this past winter for over the hundredth time in Canadian history.
Personally, this motion will not accomplish anything because in the end the Prime Minister will still have the power to do this. However, we should all take solace in the fact that this is the only issue facing our country in 2010 as it has been beat like a dead horse and has never really been a topic before. I say we eliminate it, not hunger, homelessness or monitor our healthcare or crime!!! Sorry, I have more important things to worry about than this.
From the New Brunswick political headlines, we are still debating the upcoming sale of NB Power to Hydro Quebec. Now we are debating this without any facts of the deal because it has not been released so anything anyone has said is based on hearsay or in the real world, gossip.
There is a mandated election this year and a lot of New Brunswickers have been calling for the Premier’s head on this deal and a lot of opinions are being given that the Liberal Government will not survive the next election. In a typical situation they would not but in a year where all parties involved have known the election date, the NDP Party or Progressive Conservative have not really shown that they can lead either. In all honesty the names of their party leaders escape me. So if they want to lead, they really need to step up. Especially when this is not a snap election and there has been plenty of time to get organized.
CD Review
Collective Soul – Home
Every so often a band will release a live CD with a symphony. The ones that stand out in my mind that have gotten it right are Tom Cochrane and Red Rider with the Edmonton Symphony and KISS with the Australian Symphony. You can add another to the bill that got it right with this one. Collective Soul shares their talents with the Atlanta Symphony Youth Orchestra.
There are reworking of such classics as “Gel”, “December” and “Shine”. Collective Soul let the symphony shine on their slower songs such as “How Do You Love”, “Youth”, “Compliment” and one of the best songs ever written, “The World I Know” as well as lending a very strong hand to the heavier tracks, “Counting the Days”, Better Now” and Heavy”.
The one element about this CD where others have failed is that all the musicians are having fun and that comes out in the music. Another is that the Atlanta Symphony Youth Orchestra is not considered background music, you can actually here them and they are spotlighted many times. This is where Collective Soul got it right.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Africville
On February 24, 2010, Mayor Peter Kelly of Halifax took the time to send an overdue apology to former residents of a small community that was once located in Halifax called Africville. He acknowledged that the incident that lead to the destruction of this community in the late sixties that had taken away their homes, churches and more importantly their history in this great community. The Mayor of Halifax also promised millions of dollars to build a church and a replica centre.
Let us take a look at this community and what lead to this apology very recently.
Africville was settled in Northern Halifax after the War of 1812, when former US slaves came to settle when a promise of free land and equal rights were given to them. This never did happen.
This community started with around 50 people in the 19th century. In the latter part of that century, they were given an unfunded school, making it useless to any community.
As this century changed and with the increase of population, industries and facilities started during World War I, Africville became a place of poor and neglect with a population hovering around 400. During this time also, the Canadian National Railway had constructed railways that went through this community, causing trains to run through the heart of this poor community.
To add insult to injury, the City of Halifax built a dump right beside this community in the 1950’s. Expropriation proceedings were started in the sixties with the last resident being moved out in 1970. Being moved to a whole new world only added to the torment that these residents had as the majority of them were under educated and near unemployable due to the education that the province was not giving to them. The elders were hit hardest of them all. The City and Province took everything they knew away. It should be mentioned that while moving residents out, they were moved in dump trucks. A sight and symbol never forgotten.
So this community that settled here after being slaves were treated as such once again. Just discarded.
This is a community that held itself together since they day they came here by the church they knew and the family they shared. This overcame the disrespect they received from the government, the land that could not be used to grow food, the lack of proper roads, health services, water, streetlamps or even electricity. This was not a community that should have been kicked out because it was an eyesore to Halifax and torn apart. This was a community that should have been celebrated and learned from for their perseverance. The apology would not have been necessary if we had just used our minds of right and wrong at the time.
I first heard of Africville a few years ago by a resident of Halifax who is a friend of mine and I researched it back then. Out of this research came this writing
Africville
I remember when I left here just five years ago
My father somehow wanted me to go to school so I could see places to go
To him books were worth more than anything
Money just never made him sing
Somehow he was able to get them though he had nothing
Hard work and pride was all he could bring
He loved this land so
Built by our ancestors that had no other place to go
Warriors coming for a place for a bed after a war
To lie down their worn spirits that was frail and sore
A place where they could lay their own fill
In this place they all named Africville
They loved this little piece of land
This is something I could never understand
Soil was not even good enough to farm
Anything from it brought harm
Suitable for just pigs to roam
But, somehow to my father and many before him, it was home
Saturday was family night
Memories of that bring delight
Small card games amongst family
In this private, little society
My forefathers always said that it was the most important of all
Good foundation so none of us would fall
We learned and built with our own hands and minds
Trying to keep pace and grow with mankind
Taxes were paid with nothing in return
So taking care of each other was all that was to learn
Outsiders built around us with a dump and a slaughter house
Human spirit was something they could never douse
Years before they even tried to divide our spiritual table
By putting a railway line right down the middle
That did not even make a divide sing a long
It just made everyone just a bit more strong
There was nothing that could tear them
Not even the city’s worst flam
I came back in the 1960’s
Educated by the books of the big cities
Africville was being wiped away by a large cloud
But under it all I just wanted everyone proud
All I saw was their confusion
As they were moved away with expropriation
I saw them all look at me with shame in their eyes
They saw people take away everything they had with lies
As I passed them cheques, saying their worth away from their homes was better
When he was forced out, I could not look in the eyes of my father
June 4, 2009
Let us take a look at this community and what lead to this apology very recently.
Africville was settled in Northern Halifax after the War of 1812, when former US slaves came to settle when a promise of free land and equal rights were given to them. This never did happen.
This community started with around 50 people in the 19th century. In the latter part of that century, they were given an unfunded school, making it useless to any community.
As this century changed and with the increase of population, industries and facilities started during World War I, Africville became a place of poor and neglect with a population hovering around 400. During this time also, the Canadian National Railway had constructed railways that went through this community, causing trains to run through the heart of this poor community.
To add insult to injury, the City of Halifax built a dump right beside this community in the 1950’s. Expropriation proceedings were started in the sixties with the last resident being moved out in 1970. Being moved to a whole new world only added to the torment that these residents had as the majority of them were under educated and near unemployable due to the education that the province was not giving to them. The elders were hit hardest of them all. The City and Province took everything they knew away. It should be mentioned that while moving residents out, they were moved in dump trucks. A sight and symbol never forgotten.
So this community that settled here after being slaves were treated as such once again. Just discarded.
This is a community that held itself together since they day they came here by the church they knew and the family they shared. This overcame the disrespect they received from the government, the land that could not be used to grow food, the lack of proper roads, health services, water, streetlamps or even electricity. This was not a community that should have been kicked out because it was an eyesore to Halifax and torn apart. This was a community that should have been celebrated and learned from for their perseverance. The apology would not have been necessary if we had just used our minds of right and wrong at the time.
I first heard of Africville a few years ago by a resident of Halifax who is a friend of mine and I researched it back then. Out of this research came this writing
Africville
I remember when I left here just five years ago
My father somehow wanted me to go to school so I could see places to go
To him books were worth more than anything
Money just never made him sing
Somehow he was able to get them though he had nothing
Hard work and pride was all he could bring
He loved this land so
Built by our ancestors that had no other place to go
Warriors coming for a place for a bed after a war
To lie down their worn spirits that was frail and sore
A place where they could lay their own fill
In this place they all named Africville
They loved this little piece of land
This is something I could never understand
Soil was not even good enough to farm
Anything from it brought harm
Suitable for just pigs to roam
But, somehow to my father and many before him, it was home
Saturday was family night
Memories of that bring delight
Small card games amongst family
In this private, little society
My forefathers always said that it was the most important of all
Good foundation so none of us would fall
We learned and built with our own hands and minds
Trying to keep pace and grow with mankind
Taxes were paid with nothing in return
So taking care of each other was all that was to learn
Outsiders built around us with a dump and a slaughter house
Human spirit was something they could never douse
Years before they even tried to divide our spiritual table
By putting a railway line right down the middle
That did not even make a divide sing a long
It just made everyone just a bit more strong
There was nothing that could tear them
Not even the city’s worst flam
I came back in the 1960’s
Educated by the books of the big cities
Africville was being wiped away by a large cloud
But under it all I just wanted everyone proud
All I saw was their confusion
As they were moved away with expropriation
I saw them all look at me with shame in their eyes
They saw people take away everything they had with lies
As I passed them cheques, saying their worth away from their homes was better
When he was forced out, I could not look in the eyes of my father
June 4, 2009
Friday, February 19, 2010
Meet Maggie
Each and every day we take the time to speak to friends to see how they are doing in life. Each and
Every day we walk passed fine folks that look a little different to us. Each and every day we walk passed
People who look as though they have not bathed or eaten in days. Their hands are out to us for help
and we ignore them and feel justified in doing so. The truth is we look down on this community. We do so without knowing what has happened to get the person there. In previous lives, they could have been someone who had a lapse in judgment or was dealt a playing card that sent them there. It cannot be said that homeless people want to live they way they do.
I did the same until a couple of things did happen to make me realize that these fine folks that we look down on are human beings just like the rest of us.
I came across a story of a homeless person that was a little different than most once you found out about the person. This person was characterized as close to being insane. She would shout obscenities down the street and most would say that there was a mental illness involved that made her very scary to approach. This was the opinion of us who chose not to get to her this person but just walk by.
Turns out that this is the story of this person. Maggie was born to us in the forties. She started experiencing differences in her personality in the late fifties during the already rough teen years. She was the daughter of a mercenary priest and once this difference started to fester itself, Maggie was shipped off to other members of her family and lived as a transient in the sixties. Instead of correctly finding out what may be wrong, her father said that she was a sinner and that was what was wrong with her.
In the early seventies, she took to the living on the streets after a series of events that would make most of us give up. She was finally properly diagnosed with a mental disorder and the hospital that she was in constantly performed what was known as electro shock treatment on her to fix the issue we will say. In other words sent electricity into her brain. We should also mention that she was given medication to also assist in this. Then the largest betrayal of all. This was also being done when it was discovered that she was pregnant in order for her to miscarry the child. Once this child was actually born and Maggie demonstrated how tough she actually was, the child was put up for adoption or correctly said, taken away from her. That was the turning point for Maggie and she walked out in to the streets of Hamilton until she passed away in the mid nineties being ignored y all of us.
You would think her story would end there but it does not. Maggie was profiled many times once her death occurred and the community that ignored her had several candlelight vigils and memorials in her name. A headstone was donated in order for anyone to remember her by two ordinary citizens. Maggie’s passing affected many people and her legacy on this earth so not completely there.
Maggie’s name was used in a proposal to implement a program called COAST in Hamilton. This program assisted families in this region on how to handle living with a person with a mental disease. It gave not only law enforcement but counseling services and consumers groups. All of this after Maggie had left us.
I think of this story and ask myself, would we be able to accomplish as much and even after death have such a positive impact as a person that we just walked by and ignored.
This lady’s life had affected me so much that this was written about her and I hope to give you more details about Maggie one day.
Maggie’s Piano
Maggie has seen days that have been better
Now she is held together by the old stitches of a tattered dress
Her gibberish screams at passerby’s make her seem sinister
She cannot keep it all calm and together, Maggie’s mind is a mess
Maggie’s magic happened each night before we settled in
She would sit, smile and give a gift like no tomorrow
Touching us all before she would really begin
The mystical, magical sound of Maggie’s Piano
Every day her eyes looked so worn
Head down and tired when she takes a dirty seat
Scattered worries race through her mind, so forlorn
Maggie cannot figure out when next she will eat
Each day, Maggie helped our homeless strive
Lifting our wandering sorrow
Touching us to come alive
By the sweet sound of Maggie’s Piano
People walk by Maggie with her hands out
Street cratered face. Years of street and alley living
As they went by, she gave an angry, unrecognizable shout
One that sent them away from giving
When most of our bodies felt like death
Sweet sounds gave us smiles for tomorrow
That on extra, smooth breath
From the heart of Maggie’s Piano
We were so sad when Maggie left
Gone, to us, was that fighting courage
To the rest of us, it was the higher power’s theft
Tired of watching her get kicked like every day garbage
So he took her to a better place
Where maybe her clothes were sparkled new
Where there was no more anger in her face
Where weathered skin could be new
Each night, we close our eyes
Listening for her grace
Gifts from the skies
To the battered piano in this place
How it takes away our tired and cold
A warm, safe place to go
For the warm, unkempt and old
At the foot of the always playing Maggie’s Piano
October 31, 2009
Every day we walk passed fine folks that look a little different to us. Each and every day we walk passed
People who look as though they have not bathed or eaten in days. Their hands are out to us for help
and we ignore them and feel justified in doing so. The truth is we look down on this community. We do so without knowing what has happened to get the person there. In previous lives, they could have been someone who had a lapse in judgment or was dealt a playing card that sent them there. It cannot be said that homeless people want to live they way they do.
I did the same until a couple of things did happen to make me realize that these fine folks that we look down on are human beings just like the rest of us.
I came across a story of a homeless person that was a little different than most once you found out about the person. This person was characterized as close to being insane. She would shout obscenities down the street and most would say that there was a mental illness involved that made her very scary to approach. This was the opinion of us who chose not to get to her this person but just walk by.
Turns out that this is the story of this person. Maggie was born to us in the forties. She started experiencing differences in her personality in the late fifties during the already rough teen years. She was the daughter of a mercenary priest and once this difference started to fester itself, Maggie was shipped off to other members of her family and lived as a transient in the sixties. Instead of correctly finding out what may be wrong, her father said that she was a sinner and that was what was wrong with her.
In the early seventies, she took to the living on the streets after a series of events that would make most of us give up. She was finally properly diagnosed with a mental disorder and the hospital that she was in constantly performed what was known as electro shock treatment on her to fix the issue we will say. In other words sent electricity into her brain. We should also mention that she was given medication to also assist in this. Then the largest betrayal of all. This was also being done when it was discovered that she was pregnant in order for her to miscarry the child. Once this child was actually born and Maggie demonstrated how tough she actually was, the child was put up for adoption or correctly said, taken away from her. That was the turning point for Maggie and she walked out in to the streets of Hamilton until she passed away in the mid nineties being ignored y all of us.
You would think her story would end there but it does not. Maggie was profiled many times once her death occurred and the community that ignored her had several candlelight vigils and memorials in her name. A headstone was donated in order for anyone to remember her by two ordinary citizens. Maggie’s passing affected many people and her legacy on this earth so not completely there.
Maggie’s name was used in a proposal to implement a program called COAST in Hamilton. This program assisted families in this region on how to handle living with a person with a mental disease. It gave not only law enforcement but counseling services and consumers groups. All of this after Maggie had left us.
I think of this story and ask myself, would we be able to accomplish as much and even after death have such a positive impact as a person that we just walked by and ignored.
This lady’s life had affected me so much that this was written about her and I hope to give you more details about Maggie one day.
Maggie’s Piano
Maggie has seen days that have been better
Now she is held together by the old stitches of a tattered dress
Her gibberish screams at passerby’s make her seem sinister
She cannot keep it all calm and together, Maggie’s mind is a mess
Maggie’s magic happened each night before we settled in
She would sit, smile and give a gift like no tomorrow
Touching us all before she would really begin
The mystical, magical sound of Maggie’s Piano
Every day her eyes looked so worn
Head down and tired when she takes a dirty seat
Scattered worries race through her mind, so forlorn
Maggie cannot figure out when next she will eat
Each day, Maggie helped our homeless strive
Lifting our wandering sorrow
Touching us to come alive
By the sweet sound of Maggie’s Piano
People walk by Maggie with her hands out
Street cratered face. Years of street and alley living
As they went by, she gave an angry, unrecognizable shout
One that sent them away from giving
When most of our bodies felt like death
Sweet sounds gave us smiles for tomorrow
That on extra, smooth breath
From the heart of Maggie’s Piano
We were so sad when Maggie left
Gone, to us, was that fighting courage
To the rest of us, it was the higher power’s theft
Tired of watching her get kicked like every day garbage
So he took her to a better place
Where maybe her clothes were sparkled new
Where there was no more anger in her face
Where weathered skin could be new
Each night, we close our eyes
Listening for her grace
Gifts from the skies
To the battered piano in this place
How it takes away our tired and cold
A warm, safe place to go
For the warm, unkempt and old
At the foot of the always playing Maggie’s Piano
October 31, 2009
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