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My dear readers, I just found out that a young man age 21 with a two year old son, committed suicide over the loss of his girlfriend. He apparently also had debt issues, which we can all relate to. This young man was at one time, a childhood sweetheart of Deborah's girlfriend. I found out through Facebook, and I just wept and wept this morning. Not only is it a loss, but it is another loss due to suicide. It happened in Columbia. The family is in desperate need of funds to bury their son.Deborah's girlfriend is trying to do the fund raising from Canada. The Columbian government does not help with funeral costs. This poor girl has now experienced the loss of two very close friends due to suicide. She wrote:
"Hold me close to your heart like the seal around your neck. Keep me
close to yourself like the ring on your finger. My love for you is so
strong it won't let you go. Love is as powerful as death. Love's
jealousy is as strong as the grave. Love is like a blazing fire. It
burns like a mighty flame. No amount of water can put it out. Rivers
can't drown it. Suppose someone offers all of his wealth to buy love.
That won't even come close to being enough "
1 Corinthians 13 New International Version
13 If I speak in the tongues[a] of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing.3 If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast,[b] but do not have love, I gain nothing.
4 Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. 8 Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.9 For we know in part and we prophesy in part,10 but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.11 When
I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I
reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.12 For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. 13 And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
Canadians opened up the dialogue on mental health Wednesday,
contributing more than 122 million tweets, texts, calls and social media
shares on Bell Let's Talk Day.
A record 122,150,772 tweets, texts, calls and shares were made
Wednesday, helping to raise more than $6.1 million for mental health
initiatives.
The hashtag #BellLetsTalk was a number one trend on Twitter in Canada,
and worldwide, with a total of 4,775,708 tweets made. This was 58.3 per
cent more than last year.
On Bell Let's Talk Day, Bell donates 5 cents for each tweet and social
media share made using the hashtag #BellLetsTalk. Bell also makes a
donation for each call and text made by Bell Canada and Bell Aliant
customers.
This year's campaign was headed by Canadian Olympian Clara Hughes.
Others joining the team included comedians Howie Mandel and Mary Walsh,
and sports journalist Michael Landsberg.
Hughes offered a big thanks to everyone who took part in the day.
"Wow! Thank you everyone, everywhere! I am just in awe at your
incredible support for the people in our lives and all around us who
struggle with mental illness," she said in a statement. "You're part of
the growing conversation that will ultimately free Canada from the
stigma that surrounds mental illness."
George Cope, president and CEO of Bell Canada and BEC, said the level of engagement in this year's campaign was "remarkable."
"As the top Twitter trend on the planet, with messages of support and
hope from people around the globe, and the endorsement of international
leaders and celebrities, this year's Bell Let's Talk Day really showed
that there is universal desire for action in mental health," he said in a
statement. "Once again, Canada leads the way."
Since Bell launched the campaign in 2010, the company has donated more
than $73 million to Canadian mental health initiatives. The campaign is
aimed at raising awareness and ending stigma surrounding mental health
issues.
CTV News is a division of Bell Media.
Below is the economist magazine for 2015. The symbolism in the cover photo is strategically put there. Please do some research yourself as to it's significance.
Do
you have the peace of sins forgiven, and a hope beyond the grave? We
need to be prepared to meet God before it is too late. Are you ready? If
you died today, do you know if you would make it to heaven?John 3:16:
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that
whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
You can become a child of God and inherit eternal life in heaven when
you die. Ask Jesus to save you today. Romans 3:23:
All have sinned and come short of the glory of God. Then where will
those that reject Gods plan of Salvation go to get their wages? The
answer: Hell! Psalm 9:17: The wicked shall be turned into Hell, and all the nations that forget God. Romans 6:23: For the wages of sin is death: but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. Matthew 10:28:
And fear not them which kill the body, but are not able to kill the
soul; but rather fear him which is able to destroy both soul and body in
Hell. Romans 5:8: But God demonstrates His love toward us in that while
we were yet sinners, Christ died for us. Ephesians 2:8,9: For by grace
are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift
of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast. James 2:10:
For whosoever shall keep the whole law, and yet offend in one point, he
is guilty of all. How to be saved: Romans 10:9: That if thou shalt
confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart
that God has raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. To accept
Jesus as your Lord and Savior, ask Him into your heart and He will save
your soul! "Lord Jesus, I am a sinner. Forgive me of all my sins! I
repent of my sins. I believe you died on the cross and rose from the
dead on the third day for me. I now receive you as my personal Lord and
Savior! In Jesus' name I pray, Amen!" www.thewaytoheaven.org
It seems like April 11th will be the follow up meeting to our suicide Town-Hall Meeting. The location is yet to be confirmed. I watched Clara Huges "Big Ride" television show yesterday with wide eyes. She is such an inspiration, riding her bike in rain, snow and sleet across our great nation, to cultivate a spirit of conversation around, mental illness. On Canada Day, she arrived in Ottawa, and humbly thanked everyone for their support. She even rode her bicycle on a sled in the Northwest Territories. Just the sheer knowledge that you do not have to be alone to tackle this monster is a comforting knowledge, if only people had the courage to reach out. The stigma of mental health has to be eliminated, and one should be able to openly address our depression, bipolar, anxiety or whatever else ails us. Clara's hope is to instigate, and propagate conversation, and give hope to people with mental health concerns, We know 1 in 5 people are at some point affected by it in their life time, and the leading cause, the number one cause of death among young people is suicide. This is unfinished business in our books, and the more we talk about it, the stigma will dissipate.
Today I await the visit, of one of Deborah's friends. I hope she can stay and have dinner with us. Yesterday, Sarah and I went to the graveside, and changed Deborah's flowers. Fresh graves marked the area where she is buried. It must have been a child as the reefs just overtook the grave.
Visits to doctors have become a routine, as one of my girls got a bad cold and a fever from helping build the shed in the back yard. I have had to go back on my cholesterol pills, and now I'm waiting for an ultrasound and a dermatologists appointment.A small cyst like thing on my eyelid, may be of bad intentions. I would have totally ignored it, had a friend not recently had one removed, and her doctor feels it may be cancerous. We must take small strides ahead. Often it seems like no forward motion has taken place, only stagnation. My husband is moving back to our bedroom, as he returned his sleep apnea machine. We are waiting for the construction of a cheap scratch post for Moonshine, as she is ripping apart all my upholstery.
I'm cooking. Goulash one day, and stuffed peppers the next. My mother is writing to us again, after a long absence from our lives. It is nice to hear from her, and it pleases me that all her faculties are there. I'm preparing to teach English as a second language tomorrow. Most of my students are from China, and I made a point of explaining to them, that when a person has one child, they will end up being the caregiver for 8 people, not including themselves or their children. Ultimately, they will have to make decisions, and gave care to their elderly grandparents (both sides of the family-4),( the aging parents-4 members) as well as themselves and the children they have. Even in Hungary where I am from, there is no population growth, and the families mostly consist of one child. This brings about a very heavy emotional toll on the surviving child.
Live is very difficult, and that is why many children do not launch before age 30. The American dream is out the window. It is no longer the motto, if you work hard you will achieve this or that. If you work hard, the tax man takes away what you earned, and you will not get a pay increase for the next 30 years, while everything increases in price around you. The money the corporations make, they will not re invest in the companies they own, but pocket the residual profit.
I just asked a repair man from a very familiar store in Canada, if I should get more insurance on another appliance I have. He said, that the company will likely close in a year or two, so there is no point in doing so. All this because of poor management on the top. People are unable to take pride in the jobs they do, because they know the owners are not in their best interest. So.... truly, we must look up and await the King of Kings and the Lord of Lords. May we be ready..
The Likely Cause of Addiction Has Been Discovered, and It Is Not What You Think
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It is now one hundred years since drugs were first banned --
and all through this long century of waging war on drugs, we have been
told a story about addiction by our teachers and by our governments.
This story is so deeply ingrained in our minds that we take it for
granted. It seems obvious. It seems manifestly true. Until I set off
three and a half years ago on a 30,000-mile journey for my new book, Chasing The Scream: The First And Last Days of the War on Drugs,
to figure out what is really driving the drug war, I believed it too.
But what I learned on the road is that almost everything we have been
told about addiction is wrong -- and there is a very different story
waiting for us, if only we are ready to hear it.
If we truly absorb this new story, we will have to change a lot more than the drug war. We will have to change ourselves.
I
learned it from an extraordinary mixture of people I met on my travels.
From the surviving friends of Billie Holiday, who helped me to learn
how the founder of the war on drugs stalked and helped to kill her. From
a Jewish doctor who was smuggled out of the Budapest ghetto as a baby,
only to unlock the secrets of addiction as a grown man. From a
transsexual crack dealer in Brooklyn who was conceived when his mother, a
crack-addict, was raped by his father, an NYPD officer. From a man who
was kept at the bottom of a well for two years by a torturing
dictatorship, only to emerge to be elected President of Uruguay and to
begin the last days of the war on drugs.
I had a quite personal
reason to set out for these answers. One of my earliest memories as a
kid is trying to wake up one of my relatives, and not being able to.
Ever since then, I have been turning over the essential mystery of
addiction in my mind -- what causes some people to become fixated on a
drug or a behavior until they can't stop? How do we help those people to
come back to us? As I got older, another of my close relatives
developed a cocaine addiction, and I fell into a relationship with a
heroin addict. I guess addiction felt like home to me.
If you had
asked me what causes drug addiction at the start, I would have looked at
you as if you were an idiot, and said: "Drugs. Duh." It's not difficult
to grasp. I thought I had seen it in my own life. We can all explain
it. Imagine if you and I and the next twenty people to pass us on the
street take a really potent drug for twenty days. There are strong
chemical hooks in these drugs, so if we stopped on day twenty-one, our
bodies would need the chemical. We would have a ferocious craving. We
would be addicted. That's what addiction means.
One of the ways
this theory was first established is through rat experiments -- ones
that were injected into the American psyche in the 1980s, in a famous advert by the Partnership for a Drug-Free America.
You may remember it. The experiment is simple. Put a rat in a cage,
alone, with two water bottles. One is just water. The other is water
laced with heroin or cocaine. Almost every time you run this experiment,
the rat will become obsessed with the drugged water, and keep coming
back for more and more, until it kills itself.
The advert
explains: "Only one drug is so addictive, nine out of ten laboratory
rats will use it. And use it. And use it. Until dead. It's called
cocaine. And it can do the same thing to you."
But in the 1970s, a professor of Psychology in Vancouver called Bruce Alexander
noticed something odd about this experiment. The rat is put in the cage
all alone. It has nothing to do but take the drugs. What would happen,
he wondered, if we tried this differently? So Professor Alexander built
Rat Park. It is a lush cage where the rats would have colored balls and
the best rat-food and tunnels to scamper down and plenty of friends:
everything a rat about town could want. What, Alexander wanted to know,
will happen then?
In Rat Park, all the rats obviously tried both
water bottles, because they didn't know what was in them. But what
happened next was startling.
The rats with good lives didn't like
the drugged water. They mostly shunned it, consuming less than a
quarter of the drugs the isolated rats used. None of them died. While
all the rats who were alone and unhappy became heavy users, none of the
rats who had a happy environment did.
At first, I thought this
was merely a quirk of rats, until I discovered that there was -- at the
same time as the Rat Park experiment -- a helpful human equivalent
taking place. It was called the Vietnam War. Time magazine
reported using heroin was "as common as chewing gum" among U.S.
soldiers, and there is solid evidence to back this up: some 20 percent
of U.S. soldiers had become addicted to heroin there, according to a
study published in the Archives of General Psychiatry. Many people were understandably terrified; they believed a huge number of addicts were about to head home when the war ended.
But in fact some 95 percent of the addicted soldiers -- according to the same study -- simply stopped. Very
few had rehab. They shifted from a terrifying cage back to a pleasant
one, so didn't want the drug any more.Professor Alexander argues
this discovery is a profound challenge both to the right-wing view that
addiction is a moral failing caused by too much hedonistic partying, and
the liberal view that addiction is a disease taking place in a
chemically hijacked brain. In fact, he argues, addiction is an
adaptation. It's not you. It's your cage.
After the first phase of
Rat Park, Professor Alexander then took this test further. He reran the
early experiments, where the rats were left alone, and became
compulsive users of the drug. He let them use for fifty-seven days -- if
anything can hook you, it's that. Then he took them out of isolation,
and placed them in Rat Park. He wanted to know, if you fall into that
state of addiction, is your brain hijacked, so you can't recover? Do the
drugs take you over? What happened is -- again -- striking. The rats
seemed to have a few twitches of withdrawal, but they soon stopped their
heavy use, and went back to having a normal life. The good cage saved
them. (The full references to all the studies I am discussing are in the book.)
When
I first learned about this, I was puzzled. How can this be? This new
theory is such a radical assault on what we have been told that it felt
like it could not be true. But the more scientists I interviewed, and
the more I looked at their studies, the more I discovered things that
don't seem to make sense -- unless you take account of this new
approach.
Here's one example of an experiment that is happening
all around you, and may well happen to you one day. If you get run over
today and you break your hip, you will probably be given diamorphine,
the medical name for heroin. In the hospital around you, there will be
plenty of people also given heroin for long periods, for pain relief.
The heroin you will get from the doctor will have a much higher purity
and potency than the heroin being used by street-addicts, who have to
buy from criminals who adulterate it. So if the old theory of addiction
is right -- it's the drugs that cause it; they make your body need them
-- then it's obvious what should happen. Loads of people should leave
the hospital and try to score smack on the streets to meet their habit.
But here's the strange thing: It virtually never happens. As the Canadian doctor Gabor Mate
was the first to explain to me, medical users just stop, despite months
of use. The same drug, used for the same length of time, turns
street-users into desperate addicts and leaves medical patients
unaffected.
If you still believe -- as I used to -- that
addiction is caused by chemical hooks, this makes no sense. But if you
believe Bruce Alexander's theory, the picture falls into place. The street-addict is like the rats in the first cage, isolated, alone,
with only one source of solace to turn to. The medical patient is like
the rats in the second cage. Very
few had rehab. They shifted from a terrifying cage back to a pleasant
one, so didn't want the drug any more.
Professor Alexander argues
this discovery is a profound challenge both to the right-wing view that
addiction is a moral failing caused by too much hedonistic partying, and
the liberal view that addiction is a disease taking place in a
chemically hijacked brain. In fact, he argues, addiction is an
adaptation. It's not you. It's your cage.
After the first phase of
Rat Park, Professor Alexander then took this test further. He reran the
early experiments, where the rats were left alone, and became
compulsive users of the drug. He let them use for fifty-seven days -- if
anything can hook you, it's that. Then he took them out of isolation,
and placed them in Rat Park. He wanted to know, if you fall into that
state of addiction, is your brain hijacked, so you can't recover? Do the
drugs take you over? What happened is -- again -- striking. The rats
seemed to have a few twitches of withdrawal, but they soon stopped their
heavy use, and went back to having a normal life. The good cage saved
them. (The full references to all the studies I am discussing are in the book.)
When
I first learned about this, I was puzzled. How can this be? This new
theory is such a radical assault on what we have been told that it felt
like it could not be true. But the more scientists I interviewed, and
the more I looked at their studies, the more I discovered things that
don't seem to make sense -- unless you take account of this new
approach.
Here's one example of an experiment that is happening
all around you, and may well happen to you one day. If you get run over
today and you break your hip, you will probably be given diamorphine,
the medical name for heroin. In the hospital around you, there will be
plenty of people also given heroin for long periods, for pain relief.
The heroin you will get from the doctor will have a much higher purity
and potency than the heroin being used by street-addicts, who have to
buy from criminals who adulterate it. So if the old theory of addiction
is right -- it's the drugs that cause it; they make your body need them
-- then it's obvious what should happen. Loads of people should leave
the hospital and try to score smack on the streets to meet their habit.
But here's the strange thing: It virtually never happens. As the Canadian doctor Gabor Mate
was the first to explain to me, medical users just stop, despite months
of use. The same drug, used for the same length of time, turns
street-users into desperate addicts and leaves medical patients
unaffected.
If you still believe -- as I used to -- that
addiction is caused by chemical hooks, this makes no sense. But if you
believe Bruce Alexander's theory, the picture falls into place. The
street-addict is like the rats in the first cage, isolated, alone, with
only one source of solace to turn to. The medical patient is like the rats in
the second cage. She is going home to a life where she is surrounded by
the people she loves. The drug is the same, but the environment is
different. This gives us an insight that goes much deeper than
the need to understand addicts. Professor Peter Cohen argues that human
beings have a deep need to bond and form connections. It's how we get
our satisfaction. If we can't connect with each other, we will connect
with anything we can find -- the whirr of a roulette wheel or the prick
of a syringe. He says we should stop talking about 'addiction'
altogether, and instead call it 'bonding.' A heroin addict has bonded
with heroin because she couldn't bond as fully with anything else.
So the opposite of addiction is not sobriety. It is human connection.
When
I learned all this, I found it slowly persuading me, but I still
couldn't shake off a nagging doubt. Are these scientists saying chemical
hooks make no difference? It was explained to me -- you can become
addicted to gambling, and nobody thinks you inject a pack of cards into
your veins. You can have all the addiction, and none of the chemical
hooks. I went to a Gamblers' Anonymous meeting in Las Vegas (with the
permission of everyone present, who knew I was there to observe) and
they were as plainly addicted as the cocaine and heroin addicts I have
known in my life. Yet there are no chemical hooks on a craps table.
But
still, surely, I asked, there is some role for the chemicals? It turns
out there is an experiment which gives us the answer to this in quite
precise terms, which I learned about in Richard DeGrandpre's book The Cult of Pharmacology.
Everyone
agrees cigarette smoking is one of the most addictive processes around.
The chemical hooks in tobacco come from a drug inside it called
nicotine. So when nicotine patches were developed in the early 1990s,
there was a huge surge of optimism -- cigarette smokers could get all of
their chemical hooks, without the other filthy (and deadly) effects of
cigarette smoking. They would be freed.
But the Office of the
Surgeon General has found that just 17.7 percent of cigarette smokers
are able to stop using nicotine patches. That's not nothing. If the
chemicals drive 17.7 percent of addiction, as this shows, that's still
millions of lives ruined globally. But what it reveals again is that the
story we have been taught about The Cause of Addiction lying with
chemical hooks is, in fact, real, but only a minor part of a much bigger
picture.
This has huge implications for the one-hundred-year-old
war on drugs. This massive war -- which, as I saw, kills people from the
malls of Mexico to the streets of Liverpool -- is based on the claim
that we need to physically eradicate a whole array of chemicals because
they hijack people's brains and cause addiction. But if drugs aren't the
driver of addiction -- if, in fact, it is disconnection that drives
addiction -- then this makes no sense.
Ironically, the war on
drugs actually increases all those larger drivers of addiction. For
example, I went to a prison in Arizona -- 'Tent City'
-- where inmates are detained in tiny stone isolation cages ('The
Hole') for weeks and weeks on end to punish them for drug use. It is as
close to a human recreation of the cages that guaranteed deadly
addiction in rats as I can imagine. And when those prisoners get out,
they will be unemployable because of their criminal record --
guaranteeing they with be cut off even more. I watched this playing out
in the human stories I met across the world.
There is an
alternative. You can build a system that is designed to help drug
addicts to reconnect with the world -- and so leave behind their
addictions.
This isn't theoretical. It is happening. I have seen it. Nearly
fifteen years ago, Portugal had one of the worst drug problems in
Europe, with 1 percent of the population addicted to heroin. They had
tried a drug war, and the problem just kept getting worse. So they
decided to do something radically different. They resolved to
decriminalize all drugs, and transfer all the money they used to spend
on arresting and jailing drug addicts, and spend it instead on
reconnecting them -- to their own feelings, and to the wider society.
The most crucial step is to get them secure housing, and subsidized jobs
so they have a purpose in life, and something to get out of bed for. I
watched as they are helped, in warm and welcoming clinics, to learn how
to reconnect with their feelings, after years of trauma and stunning
them into silence with drugs.
One example I learned about was a
group of addicts who were given a loan to set up a removals firm.
Suddenly, they were a group, all bonded to each other, and to the
society, and responsible for each other's care.
The results of all this are now in. An independent study by the British Journal of Criminology
found that since total decriminalization, addiction has fallen, and
injecting drug use is down by 50 percent. I'll repeat that: injecting
drug use is down by 50 percent. Decriminalization has been such a
manifest success that very few people in Portugal want to go back to the
old system. The main campaigner against the decriminalization back in
2000 was Joao Figueira, the country's top drug cop. He offered all the
dire warnings that we would expect from the Daily Mail or Fox
News. But when we sat together in Lisbon, he told me that everything he
predicted had not come to pass -- and he now hopes the whole world will
follow Portugal's example.
This isn't only relevant to the addicts
I love. It is relevant to all of us, because it forces us to think
differently about ourselves. Human beings are bonding animals. We need
to connect and love. The wisest sentence of the twentieth century was
E.M. Forster's -- "only connect." But we have created an environment and
a culture that cut us off from connection, or offer only the parody of
it offered by the Internet. The rise of addiction is a symptom of a deeper sickness in the way we live --
constantly directing our gaze towards the next shiny object we should
buy, rather than the human beings all around us.The writer George Monbiot has called this "the age of loneliness."
We have created human societies where it is easier for people to become
cut off from all human connections than ever before. Bruce Alexander --
the creator of Rat Park -- told me that for too long, we have talked
exclusively about individual recovery from addiction. We need now to
talk about social recovery -- how we all recover, together, from the
sickness of isolation that is sinking on us like a thick fog.
But
this new evidence isn't just a challenge to us politically. It doesn't
just force us to change our minds. It forces us to change our hearts.
Loving
an addict is really hard. When I looked at the addicts I love, it was
always tempting to follow the tough love advice doled out by reality
shows like Intervention -- tell the addict to shape up, or cut
them off. Their message is that an addict who won't stop should be
shunned. It's the logic of the drug war, imported into our private
lives. But in fact, I learned, that will only deepen their addiction --
and you may lose them altogether. I came home determined to tie the
addicts in my life closer to me than ever -- to let them know I love
them unconditionally, whether they stop, or whether they can't.
When
I returned from my long journey, I looked at my ex-boyfriend, in
withdrawal, trembling on my spare bed, and I thought about him
differently. For a century now, we have been singing war songs about
addicts. It occurred to me as I wiped his brow, we should have been
singing love songs to them all along. The full story of Johann Hari's journey -- told through the stories of the people he met -- can be read in Chasing The Scream: The First and Last Days oJohn to Glenn Greenwald to Naomi Klein. You can buy it at all good bookstores and read more at www.chasingthescream.com.Johann
Hari will be talking about his book at 7pm at Politics and Prose in
Washington DC on the 29th of January, at lunchtime at the 92nd Street Y
in New York City on the 30th January, and in the evening at Red Emma's
in Baltimore on the 4th February. The full references and sources for all the information cited in this article can be found in the book's extensive end-notes. If you would like more updates on the book and this issue, you can like the Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/chasingthescream
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Ability to assist a
superior in the coordination of volunteer work activities and in
screening, interviewing, selecting and training volunteers.
Ability to monitor
the work of others, identifies deficiencies, and recommends remedial
or corrective action.
Ability to provide
instruction, guidance, and assistance to volunteers and staff.
Ability to
communicate effectively orally and in writing and to prepare a
variety of reports, presentations and correspondence related to the
work.
Ability to establish
and maintain effective working relationships with a wide variety of
internal and external contacts.
Ability to provide
direct crisis intervention and follow-up services to victims of
crime, trauma and family problems.
Desirable Training
and Experience:
Experience in the
management of volunteer programs and supervision of volunteers.
Ability to obtain
and maintain a security clearance with the Delta Police Department.
Completion of a two
year diploma in the field of social services and related experience
in victim services, including volunteer work, or an equivalent
combination of training and experience.
Required Licenses, Certifications and
Registrations:
Valid BC
Driver’s license with a safe driving history.
Interested applicants are requested
to submit their resume and covering letter (quoting the competition
number) using the online
application form. We
thank all applicants for their interest, however, only those under
consideration will be contacted.
The
Delta Police Department, one of the most respected police departments
in Canada, is based in the richly diverse community of Delta, BC. Our
core values of Honour, Integrity, Courage and Trust are the basis of
our leadership philosophy and drive our commitment to the community.
Every sworn officer, civilian and volunteer with Delta Police
Department is expected to be a leader by living our core values in
all that we do. We currently have vacancies in the following
area, and we welcome your application.
Monday to Friday office shifts as requested between the hours
of 0800-2100hrs
Responsibilities:
This is specialized work involving the
provision of crisis intervention services to victims and witnesses of
crime and other forms of trauma. Additionally, Auxiliary Victim
Support Workers may assist with office work at the request of the
Program Coordinator. Crisis intervention services consist primarily
of responding to requests for emergency support from members of the
Delta Police Department and may include attending alone or with a
colleague to any scene where requested by police, providing emotional
support to any victim or witness of crime or trauma, arranging for
transition home placement, transportation where appropriate,
assisting police with next of kin notifications and assisting the
Fire Department, Emergency Social Services or other agencies with
victims of accidents or in disaster situations.
Required Education, Experience and Skills:
Knowledge
and understanding of the objectives and procedures of the Delta
Police Department, Delta Police Victim Services and the services
available to victims of crime and other traumas.
Demonstrated
skills and experience in providing crisis intervention skills
including the ability to work effectively under pressure.
Clear
understanding of the boundaries, limitations and safety standards in
the provision of crisis intervention services.
Demonstrated
ability to work well with minimum supervision, as well as, part of a
team.
Ability to
maintain effective working relationships with Police, Municipal
employees, volunteers, community service representatives and the
public.
Ability to
communicate effectively verbally and in writing.
Ability to
handle sensitive information in a confidential manner.
Basic familiarity with
computers and software, including office suite.
Desirable Training
and Experience:
Grade 12
supplemented by education in Victim Services, crisis intervention or
critical incident stress.
Minimum of
one year experience in providing Police-based crisis intervention
services or other directly related experience.
Estimated
time of arrival to Delta Police Department must be a maximum of 30
minutes while on call.
Ability to
obtain and maintain a security clearance with Delta Police
Department.
Familiarity
with Penelope Case Management software, PRIME and JUSTIN an asset.
Required Licenses, Certifications and
Registrations:
Valid BC
Driver’s license with a safe driving history.
Interested applicants are requested
to submit their resume and covering letter (quoting the competition
number) using the online
application form. We
thank all applicants for their interest, however, only those under
consideration will be contacted.
I'm not sure if you still have the January 20, 2015 Now Newspaper edition in your home. If not perhaps you can catch the story on line. It is about a North Delta man, Morgan Forry who is traveling across Western Canada in effort to convince feds to establish a ministry devoted to mental health. Morgan has been traveling across B.C. and the Yukon to get signatures for a petition to introduce a federal ministry devoted to mental health. The front page has his full picture, followed by an entire page about his mission. He strings together enough hours as a drywaller to take a Greyhound bus with his petition in hand. Newton-North Delta MP Jinny Sims met Forry last November during a town hall meeting in Strawberry Hill on mental health and suicide. I believe my readers got a glimpse as to the events surrounding that meeting through my blog. Jinny said, following, "I don't think there was a dry eye in that house as people talked about the lack of services and support for those suffering from mental health issues," she recalls. She continued to say, " If we fine tune the ministries that we have and get them to focus on the services that we have then I'm OK with that. For me it's more about providing services and this is a major issue that all levels of government need to work on together."
The follow up to the first suicide meeting, will likely be held in April, according to our local politicians. The survivors of suicide victims along with Valley View Funeral home's backing, we met recently with our local politicians. We need to be extremely thankful for their support as this was the first of it's kind ever, and these meetings will be the blue print for other MLA's throughout our country. We will hold it in a larger venue, and there be an opportunity to tell our own stories, in some fashion. Please keep this important aspect of our community in the forefront so changes can be made. Thank you.
TORONTO – Two more of
Canada’s first responders killed themselves this week, bringing the
total number of suicides by Canadian paramedics, firefighters, police
officers, dispatchers and prison staff to 13 in roughly ten weeks.
Nancy Nadeau, a police officer in the Quebec city of Levis, killed herself with her own service weapon on Tuesday, according to Le Journal de Quebec.
And
an unidentified police officer in Ontario killed themselves overnight,
according to Vince Savoia, the founder of the Tema Conter Memorial
Trust.
The revelations come as Ontario’s government tries to
figure out what public institutions can do to address post-traumatic
stress disorder and mental illness among Canadians whose job it is to
charge toward violent, traumatic situations when everyone else runs the
other way.
Canada’s suicide rate was about 10.8 per 100,000 in
2011, according to Statistics Canada. That year, a total of 3,728
Canadians of all ages killed themselves.
But in 2011 it was the
second-leading cause of death for young adults: 544 Canadians aged 25 to
34 killed themselves in 2011 – more than five times the number killed
by someone else.
The vast majority of suicides for which an underlying cause can be identified are connected to mental illness.
“It
is a shocking number and I think as a society we’re just starting to
come to grips with this issue,” said Labour Minister Kevin Flynn. “We’re
starting to talk about it in a way involving our first responders[?],
involving the armed forces. We’re starting to talk about it in a way we
should have talked about in the past.” READ MORE: How to get help if you or someone you know has PTSD
Flynn
said the government has been consulting with the Workplace Safety and
Inspection Board and the broader community of first responders for
nearly two years and has just finished a report on the issue.
The report’s top priorities? Education and prevention.
“Prevention
is very, very important, that we need to treat this more seriously and
we need a broader dialogue than this,” Flynn said.
But
Toronto Paramedics Association President Geoff MacBride says the
province could start by making it easier for first responders to get
benefits from WSIB.
Right now, first responders suffering from PTSD have to prove their symptoms are the reason they can’t work. But a bill introduced by NDP MPP Cheri DiNovo seeks to delete that requirement.
MacBride says the burden of proof prevents paramedics from coming forward with their problems.
“This
stuff comes from the work that we do and there should be policy and
procedures in place to allow the personnel who are dealing with these
things to access resources,” he said in an interview Thursday.
Toronto
Emergency Medical Services has a psychologist on staff leading a team
trained to deal with PTSD, crisis intervention and steering affected
people toward the right resources.
MacBride said frontline staff can also help themselves and assume some of the responsibility of helping their colleagues.
“As
the stigma of this ailment continues to be lifted, we’re seeing more
and more engagement from all levels. But I would suggest the most
important level is your colleagues,” he said.
“If we
can’t turn to each other for support, I certainly can’t imagine how
turning to someone how is in a different echelon of the organization can
be more helpful.”
READ MORE: Is there enough mental health support for first responders?
Toronto
Police Association President Mike McCormack says five Toronto police
officers have killed themselves in the last 20 years.
The Toronto
Police Service has a number of resources for employees, McCormack said,
including two psychologists, employee assistance programs, and benefits
for private help should employees choose that over in-house staff.
The police service also puts its officers through annual training to deal with situations where mental illness is a factor.
The biggest problem, he said, is dispelling the notion that first responders are immune to mental illness.
“There
has been a historical stigma attached to not only PTSD but mental
health issues. And in the policing community there has been a historical
reluctance to come forward for the fear of being judged or pigeonholed
because of these type of illnesses,” he said.
But, McCormack pointed out, some of the police officers who have killed themselves in Toronto were getting treatment.
“It’s
not that [there has] been a defect in getting assistance,” he said.
“We’re trying to make the system perfect but it will never be perfect.
There will always be people that you cannot prevent from doing this.”
Toronto Fire Services refused to comment on this story, citing a lack of time. – With files from Alan Carter and Laura Zilke
I don't know why, but I am in the midst of a minor improvement project. You see I have a 25 year old shed, that has been altered and transported with every move we made since I got married in 1987. At first this shed which is an eye soar has been only five feet high to meet the specifications at the co-op we lived in. It could only be the height of the wall in our back yard facing the street. Then in ten years time, we had bought a house, and felt it could be elevated in height. So we enjoyed ten years of it having the higher, walk in capability. During our last move seven years ago, my neighbor offered to help us move this baby here, and he offered to assembled it for very little money. Thank God for nice neighbors. Now, I just had enough looking at this patched, places unpainted beauty. Oh, and I forgot to tell you, that last spring, due to some rodent activity from my composting, we had to secure new plywood to the back, as the interior was covered with evidence of rodent habitation, therefore the unpainted parts.
I think that this goes to show you, my readers, that we make things last at this household. However, not everybody in my house is keen about this project. Though this shed is a need partially, for the extra storage we require; not only a want, I had opposition from the beginning. Despite securing the best price for the material, and the labour which is almost charitable, my family has shunned this project as unnecessary, costly and dumb. They know my views that Jesus is coming soon, so then why would I do something like this and inconvenience the comfortable flow of our everyday lives, never mind dampening our accounts even more. Tomorrow I will be tracking around in the mud for the next two days, with little protection under a white canopy where our saw table will be sitting. I have already emptied the thing with the exception of the heavy things awaiting some muscles. I moved all the garden tools, pottery, tents etc under the elements, which says rain for the next three days here on the West Coast.
My vision is double the space, with tools nicely hanging on the walls, and space for some of the bicycles, and Christmas decoration boxes, and more tools out of our garage. I even have a window and door laying around that we could use, (sadly the door is an indoor one, so it probably won't work). So the opposition mostly says why bother storing more stuff, when ultimately, we will likely retire in a 2 bedroom condominium, and we have no need for any of this stuff. The cycle of life no doubt, change will be upon us as we have entered our 55th year. I now can have dinners out on discount, and enjoy senior's day at Sears. I still may be in denial as to what is coming, but then on the other hand, I know of many people who enjoy their homes well into their 70's and even 80's. So here we come, facing the future boldly, taking dominion until Jesus Christ's return. Looking up, and praying without ceasing for we do not know what day He will return. His return should not catch us in a surprise.
A positive thinker does not refuse to recognize the negative he refuses to dwell on it.
Sometimes the majority only means that all the fools are on the same side.
If you don’t know what you want, you end up with a lot of what you don’t.
It is quite possible to work without results, but never will there be results without work.
Where wisdom is called for, force is of little use.
Remember what’s right isn’t always popular, and what’s popular isn’t always right.
Initiative is doing the right thing without being told to do it.
Never trade your conscience for consensus.
A person can succeed at anything for which there is enthusiasm.
Give a person a fish and you feed them for a day; teach that person to use the internet and they won’t bother you for weeks.
There’s a difference between a philosophy and a bumper sticker.
It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
The tragedy in life doesn’t lie in not reaching your goals. The tragedy lies in having no goals to reach.
To get anywhere, you have to do something.
Avoidance is not a strategy.
Never eat anything whose listed ingredients cover more than one-third of the package.
Disappointments should be cremated not embalmed.
You can never discover a new ocean unless you lose sight of the shore.
There’s no sense in being pessimistic. It won’t work anyway.
It always takes less time to do it right than it does to do it over.
If you can imagine it, you can achieve it; if you can dream it, you can become it.
If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again it was probably worth it.
Live your life so that when people think of fairness, caring and integrity…they think of you.
Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new. Albert Einstein.
The pessimist see difficulty in every opportunity. The optimist see opportunity in every difficulty.
Your day goes, the way the corners of your mouth turn.
Nothing
in the world can take the place of persistence. Talent will not,
nothing more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not;
unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is
full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are
omnipotent. Calvin Coolidge
You can judge the character of a person by the way he/she treats those who can do nothing for them.
All it takes for evil to prevail is for good people to do nothing.
Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.
What lies behind you and what lies before you are small matters compared to what lies within you.
Be the change you want to see in the world.
This is not the end, this is not the beginning of the end, this is the end of the beginning. Winston Churchill. Author Unknown
A
couple lost their 25 year old son in a fire at home on June 4th. The
son who had graduated with MBA from the University of Wisconsin-Madison
two weeks earlier had come home for a while. He had lunch with his dad
at home and decided to go back to clean up his hostel room. His father
told him to wait, to meet his mother, before he went back for a few
days. He decided to take a nap while waiting for
his mom to come back home from work. Some time later their neighbors
called 911 when they saw black smoke coming out of the house.
Unfortunately, the 25 years old died in the three year old house. It
took several days of investigation to find out the cause of the fire. It
was determined that the fire was caused by the laptop resting on the
bed. When the laptop was on the bed cooling fan did not get the air to
cool the computer and that is what caused the fire. He did not even wake
up to get out of the bed because he died of breathing in carbon
monoxide.
The reason I am writing this to all of you is that I
have seen many of us and also our sons & daughters using the laptop
while in bed. Let us all decide and make it a practice not to do that.
The risk is real. Let us make it a rule not to use the laptop on bed
with blankets and pillows around. Please educate as many people as you
can.
A dance performance in honor of Deborah at the High School she attended. The girls won first prize, and all the dancers and judges had tears in their eyes. Deborah would often listen to this song with her sisters.
I'm feeling very raw and in pain lately, missing her deeply. I'm afraid I stopped feeling.
Today is my 55th birthday. I'm not exactly sure what awaits this day, except I had a miserable night as usual. A painful back, frequent urination, and thoughts that won't go away. The nights are long, and I wake up exhausted. My kitchen is a mess, and I have ice forming at the bottom of my fridge which when fills, starts to melt to my kitchen floor. The Sears mechanic called off his visit last week, as he had too many calls on the list, so we had to rebook this for next Saturday. We have insurance for our dishwasher, so we will save on an additional service call for the fridge.
Yesterday, I went to visit a newborn premature baby. He was so sweet, so tiny, a month early. The parents did not even have suitable clothing for him, being so small, and the first boy in the family. The vision of the little boy swaddling in a blanket, when the mother washed his only garment made me reflect on the baby in the manger. No heat, no electricity, only the hay fragrant barn and warmth. I didn't realize that the baby sleeps more because he is so young, and I didn't realize that he was jaundiced, because he appeared more red than yellow. Today, I mentioned to the mother that if she was to increase the size of the small hole on the nipple of the bottle, he would have the mother's milk flow more readily. I also told her that if he falls asleep during feeding, to just start playing with his toes, to encourage his feeding, and wake up time. The best way to get rid of jaundice is to have the baby nurse more. The last thing a young couple needs is to go back to the hospital with a sick baby, needing to be put under some lights. The La Leche League of Canada http://www.lllc.ca/
is a wonderful source for parents who want to nurse their children. They will even come to your home to help you with this beautiful endeavor of nourishing your baby.
The other reason I had a rough night was because I can't stop thinking about Deborah. I so miss her smile, her voice, her activities, her stories, her endeavors, her scent. She would spray this awful cologne all over herself before going out. It wasn't "real" perfume, so I don't think much of it, but now, even this little thing she did is missed. Apparently, some highschool students performed a competing lyrical, ( a dance with a story intertwined in it). It was video taped, and all the judged and all the students apparently cried. They will perform it sometime in the future, but I wish I had not found out about it, after the performance, via social media.
I must go and take my husband in to the hospital, he is having a procedure, to find out the persistent pain in his stomach.
May God give us the grace to do all we do in love in these last days, as the King is coming back, not as a baby but as the Lion of Judah. According to our pastor's sermon this Sunday, we must go to the Upper Room frequently, and win our battles on our knees. Get our Phd's from Kneeology, instead of theology was one line from his message.
The other day, I came across a store that is closing, and will only re open next Christmas. I was thrilled to find beautiful glass plates, like I wrote to you in one of my recent blogs. Not only that! I found some birds that were gold and white, and lastly pink with little beads. Since my daughter's decor colors are white, gold and blush pink, I took it upon myself to spray paint the birds in order to create a soft pink glow. I had no idea that once the spray paint dried on the feathers, that the feathers would be stiff and un-pliable. The paint dripped from my clothes hanger unto my deck. I had to wash it all, with turpentine, which made our entire house stink. So the lesson is to be creative, but not overly so. These birds will be impressive on a green shrub that we will display at the venue as part of a prop scene ( if the bride ok's it). I think we will also be purchasing the centre round mirrors on line to place the centre piece on. I will venture to a few sidewalk sales looking for shoes, and dresses. There are so many good sales now. A large chain of stores will be pulling out of Canada, by the name of Target. It was not well received here.
As you can see, the purple ones will need another coat. I think, I will use regular paint for them.
Just to play a little catch up. I have been collecting wedding decorations, recipes, going to the doctors, and getting blood work. It is remarkable, not, that apparently, my echo cardiogram came back quiet normal, without the flaw they found over two years ago. That means that perhaps I should not even be on the medication that I'm on. I already stopped taking my cholesterol pill in the light of what my doctor just recently found out at one of his conferences. He was instructed that "Crestor" has no benefit to people who have not yet, had a heart attack. Therefore, ideally we do not need it until after we survived one of these episodes. So tomorrow, I will be going for blood work to see about my cholesterol levels, and later I will follow up with a doctor. The big mystery is, and one doctor told me that he has no idea why I have pitted edema in my legs when my liver, kidneys an now my heart appear to be fine. He told me to ask my family doctor, who I have not been visiting frequently since he gave Deborah antidepressants. So, again, the medical profession is stumped. My husband will have an upper G.I.(gastrointestinal) follow through. They are checking if perhaps he has an ulcer in his stomach. He will be sleeping through it all, and I will have to pick him up when they are finished. All this calcification in his elbow, that made his elbow look twice it's size may be as a result of gout, his specialist told him today. He walked with a limp for months now, possibly due to gout. So finally, they are sending him to the best of the best rheumatologist. Surely, this might take months of waiting.
The other day as I had lunch with a lady friend of mine. She told me of her recent cataract surgery. The eye doctor then noticed a small cyst like skin growth by her bottom lashes. This is apparently cancerous and will be removed next week. I was stunned by her ordeal, and I shared that I too have one similar cyst like growth on my eyelid, which I just simply dismissed as minor age related stuff. Upon finding out that this cyst could be an unwelcome intruder, I too have been referred to a dermatologist. Sadly, this wait may take close to a year, as dermatologists are paid the least in all of Canada, here in British Columbia. There are only four here in the Mainland and most of them are of retirement age. Again, the waiting game. Until, we run out of time, run out of energy and strength. The bible says that we digest our years, and truly this is the case. Time which is our greatest asset vanishes. Naked we came into this world and naked must we leave. Not with an entourage, but all alone. The Jordan river must be crossed individually. When asked, why do you think you deserve to be in Heaven? The only answer would be because of what Jesus Christ has done on the cross on my behalf.
In my heart is a memory, and there you'll always be.
As children, Deborah and I anticipated the day we'd be the last two girls living at home. We were looking forward to move into the two larger rooms in the house and perhaps make one of the smaller bedrooms into a games room of sorts. Perhaps even a little music studio, minus the high tech equipment for recording. That was an idea I was particularly excited about. Deborah I think was more interested in a 'hang out' space so when her friends would visit, there would be a larger space.
Now with one sister about to marry her high school sweetheart this summer, I'm dreading being the last Gordon girl at home. If Deborah was still with us, I think I would feel differently. I'd still have someone at home to talk to and play music with. I would have someone to share the excitement of having the WHOLE house to ourselves.
I went to look at the location for the reception and wedding ceremony the other day and it was lovely. The reception hall looked elegant with the large crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The mustard colored walls were a little unexpected but I think with dim lighting the color will not look so harsh. When it came to looking at the church, I just become overwhelmed with emotions. I didn't break down crying but my heart ached. Deborah is missing such an important milestone. It hurts to not have her here to share in the excitement.
Tonight, we just got home from a pot bless dinner at the funeral home where Deborah is buried. It was held for a suicide support group. Some members have lost loved ones as long as fifteen years, others as short as five months. This time there were no members there who have lost loved ones to homicide except for the group leader, so that was a bit of a break. It was nice to mingle among familiar faces, some of whom are part of the walking group. Some folks have come from Vancouver, and Burnaby, quiet a distance to make their presence felt. Some are finding joy in going back to church after a long absence from it, others have shared that their sorrow has changed to regret, and their anguish to sorrow after a five year mourning. In any case, we try to learn from one another. We shared individually as well. I found out that we are going to have a follow up meeting about the suicide town hall meeting that we had last fall. It it is the politicians hoping to respond to a multiple page letter that us, suicide survivors have written. Less than a month ago, the police shot a young man in Surrey, who was threatening himself at a local Safeway grocery store. This Sunday, as we stopped for milk after church, the flowers were still present in his memory. Again, mental health responded to in a violent way, causing death of someones loved one.
Today, as we walked the cemetery, I was happy to find some beautiful red roses on Deborah's grave. The vase is inside the gravestone,(many people don't know this) I pulled it out, and filled it with water. Then I placed the beautiful roses inside it. Some day's I look at Deborah's hair in the envelope that was cut off by the funeral staff prior to her funeral. This grief is very heavy, too heavy. My husband continues to hear her calling out for him. His grief is too heavy, too heavy to bear.
My hope rests entirely in the promise of the ascension. We learned about this in great detail at this past Sunday's sermon. We will have resurrected bodies, and we will ascend to where Jesus is. This is a promise, and His Words are as sound as the Universe itself. We have no fear. He is coming back for us.
"Our fingerprints don't fade from the lives we touch" 8.18.2014
Romans 14:8 - "If we live, we live to the Lord; and if we die, we die to the Lord. So, whether we live or die, we belong to the Lord."
My favorite memories with you..
When you were trying so hard to teach me how to harmonize, and I just
couldn't do it and would just sing in whatever note you were singing
When we were at arise retreat together and whenever our cabin would
pray at night we would start laughing hysterically for no reason so we
would have to stuff our faces in our pillows to try and stay quiet
When everyone in our cabin was getting annoyed with us because they
were all trying to go to sleep and we weren't tired and just kept
laughing uncontrollably. And then when we finally were ready to go to
bed you shouted "goodnight everyone!" And when no body replied, you
started saying "goodnight ____" and saying each of their names. And when
they still didn't reply, you decided to say goodnight to yourself,
pretending to be them.
Watching the bachelorette together on Monday nights
When we were at the gym together and I wandered off for like two
seconds and I come back to find some random hitting on you and you
trying to give him some tips on how to get in better shape
That
time I decided we should go buy healthy snacks at Walmart so you drove
us there and I ended up only buying chocolate and gummies
Going
for runs at bear creek park.. And that time you made me do like 100
burpees and wouldn't let me quit even when I felt like I would pass out
Going to Strawberry Hill on cheap Tuesdays and watching sad romantic movies
Going shopping, and you trying the limit the outrageous amount of stuff I thought I needed to buy for some reason
I can't think of every memory I have with you or every laugh we shared
together, but I know that I have more than enough to carry me through
this life on earth until I get to see you again up there. I know you are
finally at peace now, and I know you are smiling down on all of us. You
are missed dearly and loved deeply.
Canadians opened up the dialogue on mental health Wednesday,
contributing more than 122 million tweets, texts, calls and social media
shares on Bell Let's Talk Day.
Very
few had rehab. They shifted from a terrifying cage back to a pleasant
one, so didn't want the drug any more.
