Friday, July 6, 2012

THE DAY GOD BROKE MY DAM



      
               The Day God Broke My Dam                        From Memoir, A Dot In Time           

       

       "Chaplain Marggie," I heard the call and turned fast. The nurse rushed out the door of the clinic at Busch Gardens, where I worked as a volunteer chaplain for their employees.

        "We have an assignment for you. Can you take it?"  I nodded.

         It was an early afternoon at the park. I could hear the clicking of machinery ... rides worked overtime and patrons stood in line wiping sweat from faces.

         "It's a worker," she said. "She's depressed. Can't see our psychologist till tomorrow."  I nodded again.

         "We don't know if she can wait. Will you check it out?" She reached out and touched my arm. "It could be serious. She wants to talk to you."

       

          I bought a diet coke and sat waiting at the Mc Donald's where the Busch Gardens employee wanted to meet after work. I chose a small table toward the back. I recognized the uniform right away, the olive-green pants and the shirt with the animal prints we both wore. She was young. So young looking. Like a little girl. Latin.

         I motioned. She found me and walked slowly toward the small table I occupied and sat down at the chair across from me. Before I could ask her if she would like something to eat or drink ...

         "I'm Maria," she said. "And I need help."  She clasped her hands and lay them on top of the table as if to pray. Her hands were small and her nails, like her lips, dark red ... her voice, a soft breath. My heart very fast drawing unto hers. I silently prayed, "Let me help her."

           "How can I help you, Maria?" I asked.

           Her clasped hands moved up and down while she spoke.  "I need to cry. But I can't."

           I listened quietly for quite a while as she told her story. Married very young. Pregnant right after. She had married on a whim and found out later her husband was clinically depressed.

The night it happened she and their two year old slept through it.

           "I called to him but he didn't answer. I went to the kitchen. He wasn't there. Sometimes he would go down to our basement and listen to music. I made my way down the steps...." She unclasped her hands and placed them face down on the table.

          "I saw him. Hanging."

          Somewhere inside me I felt the bang. Sorrow. I quickly worked within myself to put my feelings on hold. My counseling training called for control to do the job. I also relied on these occasions on my grandmother's teaching from my childhood. Be strong. Don't show sad emotions in the presence of others.

         I reached across the table and touched her hand. "Maria, how long ago? When did it happen?"

         She held my gaze. "Seven years ago, today."

         I squeeze her hand and breathed in deeply. "That's why you need to cry today?"

         She shook her head. "No. I never cried," she said. "Not even then."

         The mighty force came unexpectedly and tore through the wall. It ripped through all my counselor's guards. I broke into sobs. "I'm so sorry, Maria."  She held my hand tightly and then ... she cried. She cried and I cried, not caring who saw. Two women with broken down walls. Seven years of held crying in long minutes of sobbing. We picked up napkins from the table and wiped our faces. She smiled, still holding my hand. "Thank you," she said.

         I stood and pulled my chair next to hers. We reached out to each other and hugged.

        "I needed that," she said.



            

      *These events happened years ago. The young woman's name has been changed to protect her identity.





Tuesday, July 3, 2012

PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE ... AN IMMIGRANT




                       
                    AN  IMMIGRANT LOOKS AT THE PLEDGE OF ALLEGIANCE

                                                                  

         I stood like a soldier next to my desk my first day of school in Miami. The other children placed their hand upon their hearts. The teacher started the words that sounded like, " I blah, blah, to the United States of America, and blah, blah, blah, in the invisible.... Those are the words this immigrant, at age ten, heard ... not understanding English well. INVISIBLE threw me!  How did the United States become invisible? Did it have super powers?  I mumbled, trying to fit in. So many new things to learn! What did all this mean?

        Not too long after, I found gold in America, the school had a library. My love affair with books and my courting with the encyclopedias continued its course.

       Today, I'm wedded to resources that bring me new interesting information.

                Here's what I found.



            The Pledge Of Allegiance ...  did you know?



             1. The Pledge of Allegiance was written by a Christian socialist who was a Baptist minister, in 1892, by the name of Francis Bellamy. (1855-1931)

             2. Bellamy said, "The time was ripe for a reawakening of simple Americanism and the leaders in the new movement rightly felt that patriotic education should begin in the public schools."

             3. The original form of the pledge read:

                "I pledge allegiance to my Flag and the Republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."

             4. In 1923, there was a change. The words "my Flag," were changed to the words, "the Flag of the United States," so that new immigrants would pledge their loyalty to their new country and not confuse their loyalties between their birth countries and the United States.

             5.  In 1954, because of the Communist threat of that time, President Eisenhower encouraged Congress to add the words "under God." Today the pledge reads:

                " I pledge allegiance to the flag of the United States of America, and to the republic for which it stands, one nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all."

             6. Originally, Bellamy's pledge went with a Bellamy salute. It was a military salute to the flag that appeared much like the salute given to Hitler. This was changed, replacing the salute with keeping the right hand over the heart.
                                                                           
            
             7. Because of religious beliefs, a controversy arose about the pledge. Jehovah's Witnesses considered the flag salute to be idolatry.

             8. In 1943, the Supreme Court reversed its decision, ruling in West Virginia State Board of Education v. Barnette that public school students are not required to say the Pledge. This stated that "compulsory unification of opinion" violates the First Amendment.

             9. The Court also stated later that students should not be required to stand for the Pledge.

           10.  About one-half of the states encourage schools to recite the pledge.



         * And as for me, in my fifth grade class, I finally found a librarian who gave me the words of the Pledge and I memorized them ... part of my acclamation into the new land I so quickly learned to love!



                                              Happy Fourth Of July!









                 Thanks to:  Wikepedia, and UShistory.org and  PATRIOT ICON