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Boy, Was I Wrong!! Movie Coco More Than JUST Animation!
| I wasn't paying attention and just might have missed it entirely. Actually, it was worse than that. I didn't know what it was, and made an assumption that it was just another cartoon that made it to the big screen. It wasn't until last night after playing cards, I was told to "go see it" by my card partner Kay. Really? I wanted to know why. I didn't get a direct answer. Instead I was told that three grown men at her church saw it and cried. Okay if all three cried, maybe I should go and see it. Kay smiled and again told me to go see it. It is Coco. It has been in theaters since November of last year.|
| The main character, 12-year-old Miguel, wants to participate in a music competition on Día de Muertos -The Day of the Dead. (It is a Mexican holiday celebrated throughout Mexico, in particular the Central and South regions, and by people of Mexican ancestry living in other places, especially the United States. It is acknowledged internationally in many other cultures. ) So in order to participate in a music competition on Día de Muertos, Miguel “borrows” the mid-century legend Ernesto de la Cruz's guitar, his own having been smashed earlier in the day by his grandmother. But with the very first strum, Miguel is transported to the Land of the Dead. There, he meets departed members of his own family and ultimately, with the help of a trickster named Héctor de la Cruz himself.|
| Besides being humorous and beautifully animated, this film does an excellent job of presenting deceased relatives as well as the celebration of them in a very organic and natural way. Humor goes a long way to help people, even the skeptical ones among us believe that the dead are not only remembered but may still be among us in memory and spirit. Coco takes a serious subject matter and interweaves music, festivity|
What is His Story? Really Curious!
| I don't know his name ,but I remember him from high school. We didn't say a word to each other ,but I can still see his photo in the school annual. I don't know his story and I am hoping that isn't as sad as it looks to my eyes and mind. I do not see him often. When I see him, he is always alone outside a house that is very close to my elementary school. Perhaps he also attended and perhaps the house belonged to a relative. There is a metal fence around the house that doesn't block curious viewers from looking in and seeing boxes stacked upon boxes and many cats sitting on his porch and on boxes. I have seen him waiting for a local bus and walking away from his house. On more than one occasion i did see him in the post office purchasing a money order. (I didn't have to ease drop. The woman at the counter was speaking loudly enough to hear their conversation.)|
| I did have one face to face conversation with him while he was sweeping the sidewalk and asked him if he went to the high school that I attended. He looked me in the eye for a brief second and nodded. " I remember you" came out of my mouth. He nodded and began sweeping again. The conversation was over and I walked away.|
| Recently, I noticed him hanging out with one of his cats and was moved by what I saw. He connected with the animal and it was heart-warming to see.|
Nurse Relies on Good Judgement and Medical Knowledge
| Read the following statistic. Everyday adults make 35,000 decisions and young children make 3000. (Age of young children is not specified.) Test it. Start counting. Pay attention to the decisions that you make in the morning before you get out of bed. Maybe you decide if and/or when you get out of bed? What you will or will not wear on your feet as you lift them from the bed and plant them on the floor. Where are the slippers? Which slippers do you wear? Perhaps it is a pair of socks that you cover your feet with. Are they fresh? Do they need washing? Do you need to go to the drawer where the socks live and find another pair?|
| Do you think about other things and other people who need your attention, humans, plants, and/or pets and make decisions about them? Do you decide when and which newspaper articles you will read? Perhaps you prefer the radio. You turn it on and have no interest in the program that is on and change the station. Does your mind travel to later in the day and you begin to review all that you must do? How many is this? Does it matter? Is your head swimming? Overwhelmed?|
| Surprise, surprise. Only 300 of these decisions involve food. Does this mean that we don’t eat a wide variety of foods and therefore make fewer choices? Does this include “Do I have a second cup of coffee or do I switch to tea? Does this account for conversations about portion size and choosing to drink tea without or with sugar or other sweeteners?|
| What does matter is that some decisions are more critical with greater consequences than others. What socks, pair of pants, where to purchase coffee might be considered less important than choices concerning medication or medical procedures. Healthcare professionals are often aware and burdened by the weight of their decisions.|
| Bea is a nurse at Cardiac Critical Care Unit at a hospital in southern California where she works 12-hour night shifts, along with a few other nurses. These nurses, all women, have formed strong bonds as they rely and trust one another to give their one hundred percent to their patients. They often meet in the parking lot outside of the hospital and walk inside together to start their long shift. According to Bea, they all recognize the impact of their decisions. These women are on “guard” until the next morning when their shift ends. She implied that a sigh of relief happens at the end of the shift when their “guard duty” is over.|
When asked about the decisions, this is what Bea had to share.
| Decisions have three parts and these parts all have to come together, like working pieces of a puzzle. These three are: experience, education and instincts. Barbara describes it like a symphony, all parts are like moving pieces that function alone but need the other parts to be most effective to complete the decision making process.|
You don’t use the word intuition to describe your decision-making process.
| She agreed. Bea prefers the word instinct insinuating that it is a natural byproduct of both classroom education and years of work experience. While nurses assess patients and their families to provide better treatment, patients and their visitors are evaluating the nursing staff. “Patients watch our hands and how we use them. Hopefully hands convey confidence.”`|
Aren't patients wanting to know if they can trust you? Their care is in your hands!
What is one of the most important aspects of your job?
| Paying attention to vital signs is important. So is Listening. A lot can be learned from observing conversations between patients and their visitors.|
Can you be more specific?
| Bea explained that patients often tell her important information about themselves (their diet, jobs, their relationships as well as details about health) . “If I hear a family member talking about God, then I know that I can probably ask, “What do you think that God would want?”|
Are you saying that besides having a good nursing “medical” background and years of practicing in your field of expertise, good listening skills are also a must.
Mission Completed Just In Time!
| I got the call on a Friday. A food co-op in southeast Portland was holding a 25 pound bag of organic oats for me. Let me be more specific. The co-op was saving a bag that I had special ordered. The price was good and oats could be grounded up into flour and used for baking. I had a few days to pick up the bag. It was Sunday. I didn't feel like doing anything. It was cold outside, and I was reading a really good book.|
| Something Said "Go and Go Now."|
| I looked outside and something said "Go and go now." I needed to walk and wanted a new and different adventure. So I took an empty suitcase to carry my bag of oats, and walked outside to catch the bus. No bus was in sight, but I didn't mind, because I had a nice but short conversation with a man who was also waiting for the bus. The bus soon arrived.and we both boarded it. The bus took me directly to a 39th street stop which would give me a good 20-25 minute walk to the food co-op.|
| It was a fifteen minute ride. I got off the bus with the empty suit case and walked quickly. As I looked up at the sky, it was a little dubious if the rain would wait for me to purchase the bag and return by bus. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Oh well, a little rain wouldn't hurt and a lot of rain might be enough to abandon my adventure and call Lyft for a ride back.|
| The Sky Was A Little Darker|
| I got to the store and an employee helped me stuff the 25 pound bag of oats into the suitcase. I stepped outside the store and couldn't help observe that the sky was a little darker. I imagined that I could smell the rain that would soon fall. I was not about to walk back to 39th street catch the bus. I walked a few blocks south of the co-op store to board the first of two buses. My timing was good, and it was only 5 minutes until the first bus arrived. I boarded the bus with the suitcase filled with the oats. It was a short ride to the 39th street where I needed get off and transfer to the bus that would take me back home.|
| Again I was lucky. No rain yet. I glanced at the sky really thinking that I might just beat the rain. As I finished that thought the bus arrived at the 39th street stop. I got off ,and walked across the street with a couple of minutes to spare before my next bus arrived.|
| There was a small line of people waiting to board the bus and we all did so quickly. Almost there. Yes, still no rain. It was about another 5 minutes before my stop. I was feeling a little proud, convinced that I had beaten the rain. Well almost. I looked at the front of the bus and noticed that the driver had just turned on the windshield wipers. The rain had just started|
| The next stop was mine. I got off the bus thankful that it wasn't pouring and grateful that it would take me just a minute to walk home. The oats had made it back safely. The adventure was over. It was time to drink a cup of hot herbal tea and finish reading the book.|
April Newsletter Features
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