Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

The Firecracker 500 Golf Classic

      I attended the Firecracker 500 golf event in St Louis this weekend. The golf tournament's host, aspiring PGA professional and fellow 'roller-coaster aficionado' , Mike Wellington, did a superb job. Raising over $4,000 for the Chicago chapter of DBSA (Depression Bipolar Support Alliance), we hope to expand this event next year.

   Reminiscent of the golf classic, Caddyshack, the variety of golf personalities 'on and around' the course added to the excitement. The Firecracker 500, an event Mike has been hosting for 17 years, was a great opportunity to raise both money and awareness for the mental health community.

Well done, Michael.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

We All March To Different Drummers

   During my 'Barnes and Noble research' into personality types, I came across this excerpt from David Keirsey's Please Understand Me II. After reading and digesting it's meaning, I have to admit that I'm guilty as charged. Even though I've felt that I've been 'misunderstood' most of my life, Keirsey's insight proves that we all can fall prey to wanting to 'fix people'. We all need to have more respect for others' 'uniqueness'. And moving forward, I'll do my best to 'understand others' as much as I desire for them to 'understand  me'.

        If you do not want what I want, please try not to tell me that my want is wrong. 

       Or if my beliefs are different from yours, at least pause before you set out to correct them. 

       Or if my emotion seems less or more intense than yours, given the same circumstances, try not to ask me to feel other than I do. 


     Or if I act, or fail to act, in the manner of your design for action, please let me be.

      I do not, for the moment at least, ask you to understand me.  That will come only when you are willing to give up trying to change me into a copy of you.


      If you will allow me any of my own wants, or emotions, or beliefs, or actions, then you open yourself to the possibility that some day these ways of mine might not seem so wrong, and might finally appear as right--for me.  To put up with me is the first step to understanding me.


      Not that you embrace my ways as right for you, but that you are no longer irritated or disappointed with me for my seeming waywardness.  And one day, perhaps, in trying to understand me, you might come to prize my differences, and, far from seeking to change me, might preserve and even cherish those differences.


      I may be your spouse, your parent, your offspring, your friend, your colleague.  But whatever our relation, this I know:  You and I are fundamentally different and both of us have to march to our own drummer.




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