What is stupid?

Why do we think a particular lesson is stupid? Or rather, why do we think we are stupid because we took so long to learn the lesson?
At least we finally learned it!

I’m talking to myself of course.
I could have a pretty simple way of life if I just wasn’t so curious.

By my age I have learned a lot of things... some not so much fun but a lot of them have made life sweeter and more comfortable.

Although I’ve got to admit that having a computer has been a mixed blessing!
If I would just stay with the things I’ve learned to do on it I think it would be very fulfilling. I can write up my stories... e-mail friends... gab on Facebook, etc.

But not me.
I got fascinated making my own videos... and then sharing them with the world.
The problem is that I don’t always understand the books that explain how to do it... and I don’t remember what I was taught at the classes I took and I can’t understand my own notes on how to do these things. (I may have oversimplified this... but you get my mindset.)

And maybe this isn’t just about the computer.
Maybe it’s more about life...

Maybe there are still things to “conquer”.
You see, I was told back in junior high school by an adviser that I was too shy to be a journalist. I should pick another profession.
But I thought maybe “shy” people could be more sensitive when writing up a story.

Although 50 years later I found I was still dealing with some of the same fears I had as a teenager.
I had thought I could “tough it through”... and that works sometimes.

Like when I was reading my columns on a twin cities radio station a couple years ago. I had to shorten my stories to fit in the 120 second time frame they offered. (Although I hope newspaper readers take more time to enjoy the full column!)
But while reading on the air I was so nervous I thought I would throw up. Since I was doing the show by telephone from home, I realized I didn’t want to throw up on my carpet. So I put an empty ice cream bucket next to the phone. (Wouldn’t that have been an interesting audio for the station’s listeners to hear?)

But I didn’t have to use it.
And after a while I didn’t even have the bucket near the phone.

But recently I was heading to video a group of people and 90 seconds of pure anxiety hit me. Well, it's down to 90 seconds sometimes. I reconciled this fear with the fact that I knew when I got to the “shoot”, I would go into action and really enjoy the process. And I did.

The next day I was heading to another interview and as the fear hit me again I had another thought. I recognized that the fear was valid (I know the mistakes I've made) but just as valid was the thought that I would enjoy the session. And the people would too.

So I chose to skip the fear and smile at my new thought. This worked. And I'll do it again.

It seems like a good lesson... and I guess that any time we can learn one, we’re not stupid.

Now back to my questions about my computer...

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Sometimes we just need to remember the good things we learned as children...

Actually - all the time.

Adult Version:

Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

As I lay me down to sleep,

Golden Memories do I keep.

Set aside, I make it clear,

Are worry, anger, pain and fear.

Bitter thoughts and words and deeds

Cancelled out by Godly seeds...

Of love, joy, peace, prosperity—

Promises God gave to me.

Lord, when I sleep I rest in you,

When I wake I’m born anew.

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Is the “Wonder” missing?

The ‘awe in a relationship”... have you lost it?

Do you catch yourself taking them for granted? Familiarity can lead to dullness. Not disrespect, but just missing the enjoyment of the honor and specialness of a person or a place.

This was brought to my attention at a funeral of a friend as I watched the priest go through his usual role leading his congregation through the rituals they were used to.

I have talked to Father Jay Kythe of St. Pius Catholic Church in Cannon Falls before. I am not a member of his faith. But that does not limit his graciousness to me.

But he’s not the first priest to be kind to me. I remember another one years ago who was always available to explain a ritual to me. One time I came in asking for the meaning behind the stained glass windows. He motioned me to follow him across the sanctuary.

I wanted to be careful that I didn’t step anywhere that might be considered holy to his faith and that I was ignorant of. So I made sure I followed him very closely.

It turned out... almost too closely!

You see, I didn’t know he was going to genuflect (drop to one knee) as we crossed behind the altar... and so I had to make a quick stop while trying to balance myself so I didn’t topple right over on him! He never knew (I don’t think!), but I’m still chuckling to this day!

So with this history I watched Father Jay during the service.

Each time he made a reference to God I was fascinated by the awe and reverence he showed. And I wondered how many hundreds of times he must have said the same words... made the same gestures at the altar... and yet he could still express such honor to his creator.

You see, I also follow his creator. And I have a feeling of closeness with God.

But unlike Jay, I realized that I had somehow lost the feeling of awe.

As Jay explains: “My relationship with Jesus is that He is my brother and a close friend, someone whom I love very much.... Not only do I choose to love Him, but I try to see how He loves me in small and big ways every day.

“I thank Him for those acts of love He does for me. It could be something as small as the sunlight filtering in through the window to seeing the charity in the heart of someone I meet...

“The way I do my acts of love for Him is by praying every day, reading the Scriptures, and simply just talking to Him daily.

“Also whenever I extend a hand of charity towards someone else, I extend it to Him ("Whatever you did to the least of these little ones, you do for me").

So you see, thanks to the example of Father Jay... the awe is back for me too.

The kind of awe and wonder that I see again in a new baby... a flower... a sunrise... a friend... and God.

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The “Good” and “Bad”

about a small town...

Growing up in the “Big” city was good. Although I really didn’t have anything to compare it to. It was all I knew.

The prevailing idea was that you had more advantages in the “Big” city than in a small town.

After some 30 years living here, I am questioning that concept a bit.

Surprisingly, by growing up in a small town you can be more confident in public affairs. You see, in a small town you may grow up next door to the mayor or a bank president. And you know a lot about your neighbors in a small town!

(It seems like in a small town they either know what I’ve been doing or they think they know... and the latter might be a lot more interesting!)

Anyway... the result is that you’re not going to be in too much awe of someone’s title because you’ve already seen them cleaning up dog droppings in their back yard!

So I’ve jotted down some of the “Good” and “Bad” things about living in a small town.

The “Good” is that you have easy access to public meetings to get basic knowledge on government and parliamentary procedure. I saw a teenager speak to the local city council and do a fine job. When I had to present my concerns another time I didn’t do as well. I found my right arm was shaking so much that I thought everyone could see it. In talking with my friend the mayor afterwards, he grinned and said he saw it!

I decided I would have to practice. The council allows public input for two minutes at the beginning of their meeting. What better place to get a grip on public speaking than in front of friends? I didn’t do it... but the opportunity is there, or so I tell myself.

To continue:

The “Good” is that a small town can have special opportunities compared to a big city. Like our own cable/internet TV channel with its programming highlighting the local area.

The “Bad” is that they didn’t have anyone who wanted to do it.

The “Good” is that when a job needs to be done in a small town, you have a good opportunity to be the one to do it.

The “Bad” is that although you have been taking computer/video lessons you don’t have the equipment to do the job you would like to.

The “Good” is that the whole world will be seeing your videos anyway.

The “Bad” is that... I can’t think of anything bad. My friends are already forced to watch my videos on Youtube!

The “Good” is that in this process, I have taken advantage of some opportunities that probably wouldn’t be available in a big city.

The “Good” is that I can highlight local musicians and artists and just friendly folks who make this planet a good place.

The “Good” is that there is opportunity here for others too.

The “Good” is that I have been finding that there sure is a lot of “Good” in a small town.!

(Watch "Along the way... with Rosie" on both Channel 12 and on the internet at www.cannonfallstv.org.)

A Voice from Beyond...

“Just call to let me know you’re OK.” How often do we ask this and how many times do we listen for the phone to ring to hear a voice on the other end reassure us that they’re fine?

Bill Pohl was that kind of person. When his health problems became more difficult he utilized his cell phone to keep in contact with friends and family.

Bill had been battling diabetic complications for several years. In July of 2007, his two lower legs had been amputated and along with other health issues that meant frequent hospitalization.

This past year he struggled with lung and heart issues. The next decision was whether he would go to a nursing facility or continue to stay at his home.

Bill was a former Cannon Falls High School teacher and football coach. He and his family - wife Lucy, two daughters Kris (O’Brien), Kari (Maffei) and son Kyle lived here for several years. The last years were spent in Onalaska, WI.

A call came...

It was on a Tuesday a couple of weeks ago that Kris was informed that her dad had now had a heart attack and was on a respirator. The family gathered at his bedside with the knowledge that he didn’t want to live that way. Kris explained: “We were all down there when he was taken off it.”

Kris is the Community Education Director at the Kimball Area Public Schools and lives near St. Cloud, MN. She had to go back to get her girls and husband and return to Onalaska for a private ceremony. A memorial service was planned for a couple of weeks later so other relatives could travel to be there.

A voice mail...

So back in St. Cloud on the day after her dad’s death, Kris was on her cell phone making arrangements to be away from work for another couple of days. It was at this point that she saw there was a new voice mail and hit the keypad to listen. (It was actually a voice mail from a week earlier, but came up again as a new voice mail.)

And she burst into tears.

Because the voice on the phone was someone she didn’t expect to hear again.

“Hi Kris, this is Dad.” She didn’t hear the next part because of her shock and tears but then she calmed down and heard him end with: “Anyway I’m just letting you know... I’m home.”

William G. Pohl, 67, passed away Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Even "Peg Leg Pirates" go on with their lives...

Strange coincidences

in their family ties.

Being a “pirate” was part of the recuperation process for Tim Wynne after he lost a leg due to complications due to diabetes. Also helping was the unique and touching experience of having grown up in the household of Ray and Mariellen Wynne of Cannon Falls.

Hereʼs their story...

Tim and his Dad, Ray, both have artificial legs. Tim had surgery last August to remove the lower part of one leg and Ray had lost two legs due to an accident 25 years before. To show the spirit and “grit” of this family in times of tragedy, Timʼs wife, Valerie, decided that since real pirates may lose a leg and still go on living, she would throw a “Pirate Party” for him! So Tim put on a black eye patch and showed off his newly acquired “peg leg”!

This positive attitude has helped the family as they dealt with the stress of pain, grief and fear. And, Tim explained, “It made everything easier to know what Dad had gone through... so I knew I could.”

Similarities between the two men.

The coincidences between Ray and Tim are fascinating. Ray was born in August and lost his legs in February when he was 54 1/2 years old. Reverse the months and you have Tim born in February and losing his leg in August when he was 54 1/2 years old. Ray had a pulmonary embolism in the main artery of his heart. Tim had one too.

As a side note, Ray recalled that when he was in the ICU (Intensive Care Unit) at the hospital he hadnʼt been told much about his case. So he carefully watched from his bed as a doctor looked at his chart and proceeded to give a whistle! Ray figured then that something was really wrong. Another doctor explained to him, “They know youʼre here but you shouldnʼt be!”

Timʼs problem came after he had complications with diabetes. He ended up having part of his leg cut off so he might save the rest of it.

“Phantom pain.”

Both men know the feeling of phantom pain. Tim explained, “Thereʼs a lot of pain - you have to build up your tolerance. And yes, sometimes it feels like I still have pain in my ankle... but my ankle isnʼt there.” Ray said this feeling of pain was explained to him, “that the part of the body was connected to you and your brain is still trying to send signals to it.” Sometimes it feels like a tingling to him - almost a ʻbuzz”.

Recently Tim has been getting used to his prothesis and practicing to get his balance back. Ray commented, “After a while you donʼt think about it - itʼs your leg.

”Filling in the gaps...

Though both men do amazingly well, their wives have had to step in to fill the gaps. Valerie had to drive their car, mow the lawn, and she added, many little things that Tim canʼt do - like picking up the soap in the shower if it falls out of his grasp. Mariellen recalled how Ray will get everything organized in the morning to get dressed and go sit down only to find that he has forgotten to get the socks out of thedrawer. Then he calls her for help.

But both families know they can rely on each other and the bonding of shared experiences.

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These “pirates” kept going on with their lives. Tim Wynne and his Dad, Ray, take a moment to show their “peg legs”. Ray encouraged Tim that heʼll get adjusted to using it. “After a while you donʼt think about it - itʼs your leg.”

This puts a different look on it.

When wondering if you should try for a new job...

or do something differently...

but you're worried that you will

feel really dumb if it doesn't work out...

Well, I recently did something like that.

But a man gave me some good advice...

He said,

if you don't do it,

you will get the same result

as if you had been turned down.

So I might as well try it.

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