I was never
an academic all-star;
I most likely
was a classic undiagnosed ADHD
Kid who was often classified as a
“SMART KID WHO CAN’T SEEM TO STAY FOCUSED”
during parent/teacher conference
who excelled with
anything to do with
Reading
and nothing to do with
Math. . .
Who
was often writing poetry
and putting together lyrical phrases
that I wrote in the margins of books
or large lined notebooks
that made me look like
I was ferociously
taking notes. . .
I was often motivated to do well in school
so I could play sports
and not to embarrass my
school teaching, coaching dad
and school secretary mom
. . .but it always felt
foreign
distant
and far from a home
my heart beat to reside
UNLESS
I had
THOSE
teachers
who didn’t
look to grade
penmanship
sentence structure
or what I could recite back
after nights of intense memorization. . .
THOSE TEACHERS
that wanted a piece of my mind
and a part of my heart
by inspiring me
with theirs;
who challenged me to read
WHAT WASN’T
on the syllabus
but more in my dreams;
IT
was the one thing that shaped me then
and still drives me now
T H I S
EDUCATION OF THE HEART
which you never graduate
nor receive a degree
but something far
F A R
more important:
A DEEPLY MEANINGFUL LIFE
. . .PAY ATTENTION, CLASS
The Lectures have ended
but the Teaching
is in a never-ending
S E S S I O N
and it’ll not only assure
that your heart will beat differently
IT WILL GUARANTEE
you’ll cause other hearts
to be
forever significantly better
THIS
Education of the Heart
FEELING A PULSE
U.S. Suicide Rates Are the Highest They’ve Been Since World War II
JAMIE DUCHARME reported in the TIME MAGAZINE JUNE 20, 2019 edition news that we might really be able to do something about that’s merely at the end of our our own hands and beats regularly, steadily in our own hearts. . .
U.S. suicide rates are at their highest since World War II, according to federal data—and the opioid crisis, widespread social media use and high rates of stress may be among the myriad contributing factors.
In 2017, 14 out of every 100,000 Americans died by suicide, according to a new analysis released by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention’s National Center for Health Statistics. That’s a 33% increase since 1999, and the highest age-adjusted suicide rate recorded in the U.S. since 1942. (Rates were even higher during the Great Depression, hitting a century peak of 21.9 in 1932.)
“I don’t think there’s a one-size-fits all reason” since there’s almost never a single cause of suicide, says Jill Harkavy-Friedman, vice president of research at the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, a nonprofit that supports suicide prevention research, education and policy. “I don’t think there’s something you can pinpoint, but I do think a period of increased stress and a lack of a sense of security may be contributing.”
It’s even more difficult to assign causes to the uptick, Harkavy-Friedman says, because it’s happening across diverse demographic groups. Men have historically died by suicide more frequently than women, and that’s still true: As of 2017, the male suicide rate was more than three times higher than the female rate. But female suicide rates are rising more quickly—by 53% since 1999, compared to 26% for men—and the gap is narrowing. For both genders, suicide rates are highest among American Indians and Alaska natives, compared to other ethnicities, and when the data are broken down by age group, the most suicide deaths are reported among people ages 45 to 64—but nearly every ethnic and age group saw an increase of some size from 1999 to 2017.
Youth suicide is becoming an especially pressing problem, with rates rising more rapidly among boys and girls ages 10 to 14 than in any other age group. A separate research letter published June 18 in JAMA found that youth suicide rates are at their highest point since at least 2000.
The JAMA letter doesn’t identify causes of the youth uptick, but first author Oren Miron, a research associate in biomedical informatics at Harvard Medical School, has two theories.
Opioid use, he says, has been shown to drive suicidal behavior among drug users and their children and families, and so recenthigh rates of drug abuse and overdose may be tied to rising suicide rates. The opioid epidemic may harm entire communities’ mental health, Miron says. “The entire community is bleeding. Kids see less of a future, they see more of their friends dying,” Miron says. “This might give us just one more reason to crack down on” substance misuse.
His second theory is that social media may be contributing to rising suicide rates, particularly for young people. “We know that now it’s used in younger ages and more intensively, and we also see some new apps that allow more anonymity, which in turn allows more bullying and more kids talking about suicide without their parents knowing,” he says. Heavy social media use may also lead to fewer meaningful in-person interactions—which can protect against mental health issues and suicidal behavior—and encourage unhealthy comparison with others.
One other possibility, says Harkavy-Friedman, is that suicide may be better reported and identified today than in years past, as people pay closer attention to mental health issues.
Though suicide is always complicated at both the individual and national levels, help is available. Experts encourage those struggling with suicidal thoughts to confide in a trusted friend or family member, speak with a health care provider, or seek care at an emergency room in cases of immediate danger.
The very first step in saving a Pulse
IS
FEELING
ONE
Reach OUT
Let your hand be the one
that’s FOUND by ONE
Who’s reaching out blindly
to grasp a lifeline
Let them know
when they can’t feel
THERE’S A TOUCH
(Y O U R ‘ S)
If you or someone you know may be contemplating suicide, call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-8255 or text HOME to 741741 to reach the Crisis Text Line. In emergencies, call 911, or seek care from a local hospital or mental health provider.
The Real Birthday
C U T E
isn’t always the way to
C E L E B R A T E
A R E A L B I R T H D A Y
L I F E
isn’t about a number of Candles
on a quick-to-go-stale
Birthday Cake. . .
. . .Maybe the best part of old age for anyone is that they can actually
A T T A I N I T
There are Givens:
Death is the Number One Killer in the World. . .
Life is a Terminal Sexually Transmitted. . .
and it ENDS. . .
just not as well as we’d like. . .
Great Health, it turns out, is merely the slowest possible rate at which anyone can ever die. . .
But. . .
After some 23,276.57 Days on this spinning blue ball
552187 hours
33,131,232 minutes
198,787,398 seconds,
I’ve learned a few lessons. . .
and the biggest one:
There’s just a few more lessons to learn. . .
There was a recent survey taken in the UK that said the biggest fears men have growing older are:
94% fear going bald
89% fear becoming impotent
75% are worried about going grey
64% are scared of getting fat
61% fear losing their teeth
45% dread needing ‘jam jar’ glasses
31% are scared of going deaf
24% are frightened of getting bad breath
100% of me is concerned that I wasted time. . .
that somehow,
I didn’t become all of M E
I regret little of what I’ve ever done. . .
even the not-so-good-kind-of-horrific-things
because they’ve all made up the tapestry of my life–especially the dark, ugly colors;
It’s the strands of threads that I didn’t allow to become a part of the mosaic. . .
to expand it
that taunts me.
It’s not the two-self published books,
it’s the yet-to-be published two novels,
five Children’s books,
three non-fiction books
and the yet to be written ones
that fill stacks of notebooks and overflowing file folders. . . .
I have no interest in spewing out the 63 greatest things I’ve learned in my
6 3 years. . .
I do believe that
R e l a t i o n s h i p s,
not technology or medical advances,
Heals me. . .
I do believe that LOVE is the greatest force in and out of this World
and when applied frequently and liberally YOU not only Change. . .
The Universe does, too. . .
I do believe that the secret to long life is simply never to let your heart stop beating or never passing up the opportunity of making Another’s beat better. . .
I do believe that
Life is not counted by pages on a calendar or minutes/seconds on a clock or candles on a cake. . .but
M O M E N T S
that can never be counted, calculated, measured or harnessed. . .
o n l y r e m e m b e r e d
way past a pulse, a heart beat, a breath
or any other means of defining Life that can’t be definite. . . .
B I R T H D A Y S
are never what they’re cranked up to be
no matter how many you continue to collect
none of them mean a thing
until you make everyday between them mean
E V E R Y T H I N G
So. . .about that cake. . .
I’ll pass. . .
but WOW. . .
that piece of Pecan Pie is looking mighty, mighty
f i n e !
Join me. . .we’ll call it a
Party. . .a never-ending Celebration
. . .Candles are optional
The Light is Blinding
(But, don’t Blink)
What Year Your Heart Beats
Forget about Candles on a Cake. . .
They can never really determine how old your Heart Beats
How old does your Heart Beat?
I know it was a Youth For Christ weeklong event, somewhere in Pennsylvania. . .I was 15 or 16.
It was better than any Church Camp I ever attended or Directed.
It was filled with lots of memories, but none any more powerful than the last night.
It was a Girls vs. Boys Flamingo Football game, on a muddy field and it was intense.
Flamingo Football is when the guys have to do everything by hopping around on one leg while holding the other one by the ankle–like a Flamingo.
The girls had all the advantages and even though they were slipping and sliding all over the place, they at least had two feet to do it; I don’t think they scored all that much, but WE DIDN’T SCORE AT ALL. And they tackled and blocked HARD.
Everyone was covered with mud. . .some bloodied, most covered with bruises we couldn’t see because of the caked mud. It was 60 or so teenagers who became first or second graders not afraid to get dirty.
Muddy. . .all of us. . .we, without getting washed off or changed, were all marched into the cafeteria hall to hear about the lesson of the Mud Sessions. . . .
THE LESSON
actually took place as we were going into the Hall. . . .
The caretaker/owner of the property was holding the door for us as we were walking in. . .with the biggest smile on his face.
He was just as muddy as all of us. . .he was the referee. . .who couldn’t quite keep his feet under him
“Looks like you had a good time, sir. . .”
“The best time ever. . .you kids made me feel young again. . .
and it was better than actually being young the first time around. . . .”
I wish I could tell you that I made a pact with my muddy self right then and there; that promised I would never let the days of my youth slip/slide away into old age. . . .
But. . .but I did RE-Member. . .
And I just put it all back together again recently when I was out playing with my grand-nephew’s and a couple of my granddaughters.
My Heart beat young again
forgetting my Osteoarthritic Knees, my lack of range of motion, my A G E
I remember well how my heart beat that Friday night as a 16 year old mud-caked kid. . .
I remember well how that mud-caked old man smiled young as we walked past him into the dining hall. . .
I remember well how I wanted that moment to be more of a lifestyle than just an idle instant. . .
I remember well how I’ve tried to not only make my heart beat young, but help other hearts to beat just as young AGAIN. . . .
When was the last time you remember your heart beating young?
Q U I C K
Throw me the ball
or better still. . .catch it. . .
and run
or chase
someone to remember again.