What Propels You Into Action? Thoughts After Another Birthday…

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      We weigh a lot of things, carefully balancing them in our heads,
bouncing them back and forth thoughtfully to check their heft.
I have a silver tea scoop to grab the pungent loose tea that usually
jumpstarts my grey, pebbly mornings and sends a lurch of
doing into my day, soothing and coaxing sluggishness out of me
and turning it into fire and energy.

     First I scoop, measure and calculate a perfect portion
that will change me from bed-being into raw action. Then I pour and plunge, using my personal coffee press, that works wonders with tea too.  I wait, shifting thought around and preparing for the day.  When the color is rich and welcoming, but not so dark as to anger my benign heart rhythm issue that expresses itself once in a while, I pour.

     Depending on what is on my day’s agenda and how complicated it is, I might plunge in and tackle some outstanding tasks that need beginning, or are ready for completion.  Or, I might dawdle, reading e-mail, replying, continuing to transition from the rhythm of the quiet night that has hopefully replenished my energy and enthusiasm, into the full and rowdy music of the fledgling day calling for my attentiveness and vitality.

     Not every new day dawns with me fully ready to work, to act, to create and to fulfill my business or personal missions.  After all, I am an imperfect being just like most.   I might need more time and more psychological space on certain days, in order to shake off the clinging residual lethargy (or stress or fear) that threatens to hold me back with a tight grasp.  I might find myself needing to engage in calling up the positive self-talk or helpful mantras that will remind me of  who I am, what I have survived and conquered in the past and what I require to conquer whatever now weighs me down.  I might need to play my self-created tapes to drown out the doubts that still prevent me from feeling my best and beginning anew with the enthusiasm and courage I truly want to have for each day of my life.  It might be necessary to convince myself that whatever pains me, worries me, puzzles me, and seems overwhelming or insoluble in this moment, will pass and will dissolve in the mist of the future, as new challenges take their places. I will get through these and fresh, unforeseen ones too…maybe not easily but with skills I can be proud of, that I did not previously possess, and that I have acquired with each page torn off the calendar and each year that I have aged to “perfection”.

     It is only then, when I remember to look at who I am, what I have accomplished, both large and small, and what I still hope to do, that I am ready to spring into action.

     What is it that propels you into action?  What do you feel like when you begin a new day?  Is there something that holds you back at times?  Can you identify it?  What will you do about it to transform it into something helpful and energizing?   What kind of positive self-talk can you teach yourself to boost your spirits, to acknowledge the great things about you, and to prod you into action without fear and with enthusiasm?

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ARTICLE REPRINT-WHEN SIGHT DOES NOT MAKE THE MAN

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This is an article from the Merrick Patch (Long Island) about my cousin by marriage, David Stayer. I have secured his permission and the author’s and want to share this with you.

When Sight Does Not Make the Man

Merrick resident David Stayer, recently honored by the Town of Hempstead, inspires the community with his upbeat attitude and generous heart.

 
 
David Stayer reads from a prayer book printed in Braille.  David Stayer reads from a prayer book printed in Braille.
David Stayer was literally pronounced dead before he was born.

When his mother went into labor more than three months early in April 1940, the doctor at the hospital wrote out a death certificate.  Stayer was born weighing one and a half pounds, he spent more than six months in the hospital, and it took him till his first birthday to reach five pounds.   People thought his mother was carrying around a doll. 

Stayer, who has lived in Merrick for nearly four decades, has also been blind since birth.  But Stayer’s story is not of tragedy, but one of not just overcoming challenges, but soaring past them.    

“I believe that one of the purposes I have is to show people that blindness doesn’t have to stop you from accomplishing things,” said Stayer, from the couch of the Merrick home he has shared with wife of 37 years, Lori.  

The Town of Hempstead recently honored Stayer at its “Make A Difference” awards ceremony, which recognized 13 people who have dedicated their lives to enriching the lives of others. 

Stayer, the first disabled professional ever hired by Nassau County, worked for 37 years as a senior medical social worker at the Meadowbrook Nassau University Medical Center. 

“People would come into the hospital concerned with how they looked,” Stayer recalled, “but I couldn’t tell that.  I’ve always tried to use my blindness as a positive.”  

Born in Baltimore, Stayer moved to New York at the age of four because his parents believed the state offered better opportunities for blind children.  The oldest of five children, Stayer graduated from Brooklyn College and then went on to the New York University Graduate School of Social Work, where of the three blind students admitted he was the only one to finish the program in two years. 

Told to get a job before his second year of graduate school, Stayer had to call 40 hospitals before he got an interview, a victim of a society that stigmatizes blindness. 

“I think there are worse things than not seeing,” Stayer said, “but most people don’t.  People fear AIDS and then blindness.”   

Stayer met Lori at a singles gathering in 1971. 

“She saw me before I saw her,” said Stayer, cracking up laughing and slapping his hand onto his black trousers.

A year later, the Stayers were married.  They are expecting their 11th grandchild in March.  Their two daughters are due to deliver a day apart, one with her ninth child and the other with her second. 

Lori Stayer said her husband rarely gets depressed about anything and she only gets upset when others seem to take pity on her. 

“One time in the supermarket, a lady said to me, ‘I feel so sorry for you,’ and I’m thinking, ‘Why?” she said. 

David Stayer, 69, retired in 2002, but he keeps busy as the president of both the National Federation of the Blind Human Services Division and the Greater Long Island Chapter of the NFB. 

Stayer also leads the Freeport Community Chorale, with whom he entertains the masses with his booming tenor voice. 

“He is a wonderful musician,” said Jeff Bienenfeld, who nominated Stayer for the town’s “Make A Difference” award.  “We can hear him singing from the back of the synagogue.  He tries not to overwhelm everyone, but somehow everyone hears him.”

Bienenfeld called Stayer “tremendously inspirational to all of us” and one of the most delightful people he has ever met. 

Stayer said he sometimes still faces discrimination when he’s out with his wife and people talk to her and ignore him or at restaurants when the waiter asks Lori, “What does he want?”

But Stayer does not want sympathy; he just wants to continue showing the world that sight does not make the man. 

“I’ve accepted it as part of my life,” Stayer said of his blindness, “and the best way to combat that is to prove what I can do.”  

For someone born weighing about as much as two apples, Stayer has certainly grown into a much bigger, and inspirational, man.   

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