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Are you kidding me? Hard to believe. We saw the photos of the polar vortex. Brrrr.

Gorgeous ice formations, but feh! The havoc wreaked, maybe not over yet. Time will tell what Mother Nature has in store with her fickle surprises lately.

Looked like a disaster movie, maybe the one with Dennis Quaid, Day After Tomorrow, where the kids ended up burning books in the library to stay warm. But they were saved in the end. Happy ending, reunion. I like happy endings. I'm not so sure this story about the hockey game has a happy ending. Let me know what you think about the whole fiasco. Oops, meant to, well, sort of, hold back my opinion. Here goes.

Oh boy, call me crazy! And the best part of this story is, well not gonna' tell you. Just a quick read here to find out!

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Posted by on in General

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I headed to the District office for the usual Tuesday morning Leadership meeting. I had just heard about the first Tower attack. Like most people across the country, I was in shock.

A television newscast in the board room was replaying the first plane’s assault. A few minutes after my arrival, the Superintendent entered and asked us all to go back to our campuses immediately and bring some semblance of calmness and order to our school community.

At my office, I summoned the counselor and together we sketched out a plan for communicating with and consoling the staff, students and parents. TVs were ordered turned off. Teachers and I spoke only of what we knew and avoided speculation. Parents fearful of other attacks in the country were reassured. Above all, I made sure that I was in every classroom, in the cafeteria and outside at release time.

Students at every age were frightened. But it was the children who made the biggest difference overall during those first few days.

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Posted by on in Social Emotional Learning

I was driving home and was less than 15 minutes from my destination. I was excited to see my family and to also say good-bye to some family members that were in town. I was driving in the passing lane of a two-lane highway with a wide median, when I saw something that shook me to my core. I was crossing a bridge and saw a man laying on top of the safety railing, with half of his body dangling over the edge.

Immediately, my brain went into full overload. What was going on? Is he doing what I think he is doing? What should I do? In an instant, I decided to stop and help. I found the safest spot for me to turn around in the median and drove back around to meet up with the person. When I arrived on the scene, he was no longer laying on the railing of the bridge. He was now sitting on the curb of the overpass, no more than 5 feet away from the traffic flying past him. I then began to make my approach...

As I walked towards him, I yelled over, "Brother, what's going on?" He looked up at me and then quickly hung his head again. Once I was closer, I noticed there were fresh cuts and blood all over his arms, located dangerously close to the radial artery. I looked a little closer and saw that he had a hospital bracelet on his right wrist. These signs told me that this situation required specific interventions. Luckily for myself and this man, I have extensive training and experience in crisis-management and working with individuals dealing with issues.

I asked him what he was doing out here and he told me, very calmly, that he "wanted to die". I continued to slowly approach him and told him that I wanted to talk with him and asked him to follow me. His response to my plea was the same as before, "I want to die". At this point, I was several feet from where he was sitting with cars speeding by us. I knelt and asked him what he was feeling (the first question in my approach to understanding) and he told me that his wife didn't love him anymore. I told him that I cared about him and wanted to hear about everything, but that we were not safe where we were and I asked him to follow me. He agreed and we began a slow, cautious walk on the narrow highway shoulder off the bridge to the median.

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