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Will you help me bring emotional intelligence to children in need this year? We have all been busy with the holidays and in the last few days reflecting on 2018 and the changes we want to make. I too have been reflecting and felt that I have much to offer children who suffer from abuse, lack of sustenance and nurturing, living separate from their parents and those in low income areas filled with violence and constant chaos.

I’d like to bring CJ to these children so that they have the voices of love and emotional well-being they so need. Having been a child and young adult who was teased and bullied, I know only too well that positive loving voices would have given me the option to think differently about myself. These children I speak of are enduring emotional pain every single day. I believe with all my heart that CJ and his family of loving characters can help lighten their load and give them the inner voices that will support them, empower them and help them sustain hope.

So all my followers…lead me to these children. If you work for a school or organization that serves children and they would benefit from my help, I am ready to volunteer and come and share these loving voices with them. Every time I hear of the immigrant children and see their faces behind the bars, my heart says go there and let CJ be their light. So help me make this happen! Open doors for me and I will take it from there.

Children are our hope for a kinder more loving world. They are our voices in the future and if their voices are more loving and kinder our world will reflect this! Spreading the word of my YouTube channel alone will make a difference!  I have children in South Africa who love it!

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Sergio seemed a bit out of it yesterday and today. He looked tired, sad...just out of it. I think I asked him about twenty times if he was okay. About twenty times he said he was fine.

Today he showed up the same way. "I'm just tired”, he said.

Sergio is one of my favorite kids. He is usually well-behaved, but he is a 13-year-old boy, so you can't expect perfection. He seems to be sort of an enigma...he's not one of the top students, he's not one of the bottom. He simply doesn't fit in any of the boxes we put kids into. He doesn't seem to fit in any of the cliques. He's not shunned by anyone...he just doesn't seem to be closely connected to anyone either.

One thing that sets him apart is his wonderful vocabulary. He loves words and loves learning new ones, the bigger the better. I love watching him play with the words that roll from his tongue. I love tossing new ones his way to see what he will do with them.

Seeing his head on his desk in homeroom, I asked him if he was okay. Of course, he denied having any problems. I let him be and continued with my teaching.

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writing a book

Yes, you can write a book, or another. It really starts with desire, a strong sense of purpose and a lot of tenacity. I'm on the 'another' category and it's feeling really grand to be completing the project, although every day I say I'm done and it's never quite. But close enough tonight. I admit to a strong sense of accomplishment! 

Sometimes you just have to test yourself, push yourself beyond limits. Some limits, maybe most limits are self-imposed. For example, I never got my doctorate. I had plenty of degrees and certainly, the degree of life. But I always wanted that doctorate and never did it. I had a bunch of valid at the time reasons. Until tonight I never considered that a regret, and still don't. 

I was honored to be a servant leader, school principal in a very challenging, soul fulfilling situation. Grants, community boards. So busy. There was no nearby university program, I had four kids at home, etc. What I did instead was fulfllling to my strong sense of life purpose. I kept helping the kids! That's what I was supposed to do. And so I did. But now I wonder, despite the distance, despite the time away from our school and our home, why didn't I make that extra effort? 

I always knew my primary purpose in life was to write. I wanted to be a professional writer. Back then women most likely had two careers to pick from, teaching and nursing. My mother, an avid reader, and father, a businessman suggested I should teach instead, for the security. Truth. Like watching an old t.v. show.

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The Soviet Union’s jump-start to space exploration, with the launching of Sputnik in 1957, left egg on America’s face and galvanized the Space Race that would last between the two nations well into the next decade. 

I was just two years old in 1961 when President John F. Kennedy announced, “I believe that this nation should commit itself to achieving the goal, before this decade is out, of landing a man on the moon and returning him safely to the Earth.”  A few years later, I was beginning my elementary school days, and, at the same time, the nation was ramping up its efforts to improve science education in order to produce the best science minds for taking on the president’s goal.

As the Apollo mission reached a fevered pitch in the late sixties, I was finally having science added to my daily lessons.  Truthfully, most of the lessons simply involved reading a text and filling out worksheets, but I was in heaven!  I loved science!  I loved learning about atoms and cells and pulleys and levers and electricity and biology.  I ran to the library and checked out all the books I could find about rocket ships and future plans for inhabiting the moon.  I begged my mother for money (from an already overstretched bank account) and bought my own books about the moon from Scholastic. 

I followed the race to the moon in the newspaper and clipped articles for a scrapbook that now, fifty years later, is yellowed and faded.  I wanted to be an astronaut, despite the fact that I could barely make it through a ride in the family station wagon without getting carsick.

Along with other boys and girls my age, I stayed up late on July 20, 1969 and rejoiced as Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin stepped foot on the moon’s surface. A few years later, we held our breath and prayed in the middle of class as the astronauts of Apollo 13 had to abort their mission and figure out a way to stay alive in order to return safely to Earth. Throughout junior high school and high school, we watched four more Apollo lunar modules land on the moon.  The country moved on to Skylab and space shuttles which still had the power of stopping science fanatics like me in our tracks to watch launchings and landings and, sadly, a few disastrous mishaps.

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After more than three decades of working with kids from kindergarten to high school age,  I have witnessed many a behavioral outburst.  Occasionally, these incidents have been explosive, with a student striking out vocally and/or physically at his teacher or one of his peers in some attempt to openly rebel and assert his individual power.  These types of outbursts can potentially cause more harm to the well-being of others than to the angry child himself.    

A second type of meltdown is implosive in nature.  The most vulnerable in these situations is the child himself.  Feelings of depression, rejection, humiliation and hopelessness can lead a child to retreat into his own mind and melt from within.   

Sometimes you face kids who are imploding and exploding at the same time.

I was just about to get in my car and head to my weekly administrator's meeting, when my cell phone started ringing.  I balanced my pile of data in one arm and clicked the phone's green "accept" button with my free hand.  "Yes?" I hollered. 

"Mr. Ramsey," our school secretary, Valerie, began, "Mrs. Larrabee needs you by the eighth grade boys' restroom.  She says Louie is pounding his head on the sidewalk and screaming." 

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