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Education: We Can Do It!

January 19th, 2010

Inner city school for girls? Where was the origin of that curve ball?

In my mind’s eye, I see a black, Asian, Hispanic, Latino adult with a bit of Caucasian, Norwegian-North Pacific ethnicity, sitting in a uniquely colorful boat, fishing for her family—of thirty (I love big families.) ‘Teach a man to fish…and he eats for a lifetime!’ … The lyrics, “I like to teach the world to sing, in perfect harmony”, begin to reverberate in my memory with a bit of distortion from a 70’s Coke® commercial…

Although the above sounds disjointed, as are most dreams, my desire to serve the needs of the poor and marginalized—through education—are not.  The emotional, spiritual, intellectual, cultural and physical poverty in the United States is relative to the quality and capacity of our educational system.

Why is the United States of America’s educational system ranked 18th among 36 industrialized nations in the world, when the US is supposedly a World Leader? (Based on a 2009 study by the Organization for Economic Cooperation and Development)

Why is the United States ranked number ONE in the WORLD for the highest documented incarceration rate? (1 out of every 200 people is in jail.)

The answers to the above questions, in part, is due to the current inability of our educational system to adequately and appropriately educate and minister to the needs of our children.

As we sell Easeamine, we have made donations to different non-profit organizations in Worcester County Massachusetts. One particular donation was given to the Nativity School of Worcester. Like any good school leader/developer worth his/her weight, Matt Brunell, President of the above school, contacted and invited me to witness his school. (By the way, it is an all boys’ school.) In my wildest dreams to serve the poor, of the many vehicles, education was ranked number one on my chart. Having had countless years to dream and develop the idea, I experienced my ideal at the Nativity School of Worcester. Holy…Mother…of…Mercy! I was pleasantly overwhelmed by the physical manifestation of one of my dreams.

The end of this story and the beginning of a new by-line is: I want to open an inner city school for girls…the counter part to the boys’ school.

Inner-city School for Girls

January 11th, 2010

Thanksgiving 2009 passed like a blur. H1N1 found residence through a chink in my immune system armor, leaving me quarantined. My body felt more like a pharmacy than a temple of God. Blurred vision was a byproduct of the fever and the remedy. Having 108 hours out of nine days of bed rest, an inability to read printed text and ‘Home Alone’ in the monastery, left me living vicariously through the television.

While I was on vacation in late October 2009, my eldest brother introduced me to NCIS. Although not a TV enthusiast AND out of commission, I watched dozens of episodes. Myth-busters, Mega-Structures, How’d They Do That; the Military Channel, Discovery, and the Science Channel became the mainstay of attractions during my 108 of woken bed rest. The realization that I had watched too much TV occurred when I was capable of selecting buttons on the TV remote control—without looking. Then there were the commercials….

A troubling awareness broke into my reverie when a framed religious image on the wall began to move. Consequently, the state of my body and mind was not available for an authentic paranormal experience. This was the beginning of a deluge of random synapses that were mis-firing from a frying brain with a temperature of 103. Odd connections between otherwise unrelated ideas began to form. Dollar amounts of potential retail sales from the countless number of advertisements for Anti-Aging products being broadcast began adding up in my mind. Then the Google searches began. (Thank you iPhone!) According to a new report from market research firm Mintel, http://www.mintel.com/press-release/Antiaging-becomes-top-facial-skincare-seller-in-2008-reports-Mintel?id=324, sales of anti-aging skincare products rose to over $1.6 billion in 2008. Although statistics “speak to me”, the ability to correctly add numbers eludes me.  However, it was easy to make the leap of faith in recognizing that our product Easeamine is an unprecedented skin care product. It actually does what we say it does. I began to ask the Lord, “How can I get 1% of the $1.6 billion pie?” When I discover this answer, and put it into effect, we will be able to create a school for inner city girls. I’m praying on this one…big time! This is one of our goals that needs to be fulfilled soon.

The Beginning

December 7th, 2009

BrDThis is my first blog and I liken the initial angst to giving birth to a baby (according to my mother’s stories). My baby girl has not entered the birth canal and I am already concerned about her first day of school, first date (I dust for finger prints!), college, and the fiancé who may not be good enough.

Daunting and exhilarating seem to capture a part of the equation.  The story spans years of dreams, aspirations and obstacles—culminating to the tangible, extraordinary and more obstacles.  In hindsight, the obstacles end up being stepping-stones to spiritual, emotional and physical maturity (getting older has its perks).

What does a consecrated Brother living a monastic Carmelite tradition (monk) have in common with a wrinkle cream: Easeamine?  The answer: the marriage of spirituality and a deep-seated desire to serve the needs of the poor and marginalized, particularly through education.

Due to one of life’s gifts disguised as an obstacle, I can imagine the critics jabbing at the inconvenient dichotomy: monk—wrinkle cream, who is he kidding!  However, in the back of my mind is the old adage: truth is stranger than fiction.  Anyone attempting to live an honest, sincere and personally generous way of life, will recognize the viability of such a phrase.

In order to jumpstart the past into the present, I will use an outline of key events that brought me to the keyboard, and elaborate as I my fingers continue to do the talking.