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10 Institutions Can Build Bridges to Belonging

Ross, Howard J.; Tartaglione, JonRobert Berrett-Koehler Publishers ePub

There is immense power when a group of people with similar interests gets together to work toward the same goals.

— IDOWU KOYENIKAN

A community is the mental and spiritual condition of knowing that the place is shared, and that the people who share the place define and limit the possibilities of each other’s lives. It is the knowledge that people have of each other, their concern for each other, their trust in each other, the freedom with which they come and go among themselves.

— WENDELL BERRY

I started this book with the story of three people, Joan Smith, Barry Jones, and Fatima Mohammed, and their meeting at the Munchester Industries holiday party. The coincidental meeting of these characters at the party points to the reality and the promise of organizations as a source of belonging in our world today. At that moment, the three are confronted with their differences. Yet at the same time they are confronted with the reality that despite those dissimilarities, they have to come together on a daily basis and work together toward the common goals of their company.

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Chapter 14: Helping Troubled Youth

Naomi Scott University of North Texas Press PDF

Chapter Fourteen

Helping Troubled Youth

Emotional distress can be devastating. It doesn’t show on the outside, except by a person’s actions, and is often misunderstood and discounted, the troubled person told to “just get over it.” Of course it’s not that easy, especially for children.

Rocky Top Therapy Center’s program, Right TRAIL™,1 begun in

1994, has helped children cope with emotional problems by teaching discipline, responsibility, team spirit, work skills, and patience, in a structured environment. It is a program for helping troubled, at risk, youth find the “right trail” to a better life.

The program operates in conjunction with the Keller, Texas, school district. School counselors assemble students, age nine to sixteen, with similar needs in areas such as self-esteem, behavior, academic performance, social skills, or coping with grief. Groups of six to ten girls or boys are bussed to the ranch after school during the twelve-week course.

Sessions are co-conducted by certified therapeutic riding instructors and a school counselor.

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Chapter 16: Brandon—Cerebral Palsy

Naomi Scott University of North Texas Press PDF

Chapter Sixteen

Brandon—Cerebral Palsy

One day while I sat in the reception room to get a respite from the

Texas heat in the arena, the front door opened. A beautiful lady with dark curls and a ready smile entered, pushing a wheelchair in which sat a frail teenager with his arms around a little boy perched in his lap.

Instructor Tracy Winkley1 came in from her office, greeted them and introduced herself.

“I’m Melissa Turner,” the lady replied. “This is my son Brandon

Barnette and his little brother, Nathan.”

“Hi guys,” Tracy said as Nathan slid to the floor and joined his mother on the couch. “Do you think you’d like to ride a horse, Brandon?”

“Umm, yes,” Brandon said tentatively, his eyes wide as he glanced around at his mother and brother.

“How old are you?” Tracy asked.

“Fourteen.”

“My, you’re a tall fellow for your age,” she said, kneeling in front of his chair. “Can you stand on your own?”

Brandon shook his head.

“Not without a lot of help,” Turner said.

“Okay, Brandon, let’s check you over so we can see which one of our horses will suit you best,” Tracy said. She gently tugged one leg to straighten it. “Tell me when you feel this.” She repeated the process with his other leg.

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2 Deeper Matters

The Arbiner Institute Berrett-Koehler Publishers ePub

Lou looked around the room. Ten or so chairs were arranged in a U shape. Lou sat in the first of these. Jenny’s father and mother were sitting across from him. The mother’s face was drawn tight with worry. Blotchy red patches covered the skin on her neck and stretched across her face. The father was staring vacantly at the ground.

Behind them, Elizabeth Wingfield (a bit overdressed, Lou thought, in a chic business suit) was helping herself to a cup of tea at the bar against the far wall of the room.

Meanwhile, Pettis Murray, the fellow from Dallas, was taking his seat about halfway around the semicircle to Lou’s right. He seemed pretty sharp to Lou, with the air of an executive—head high, jaw set, guarded.

The couple just to the other side of Pettis couldn’t have been more in contrast. Miguel Lopez was an enormous man, with tattoos covering almost every square inch of his bare arms. He wore a beard and mustache so full that a black bandana tied tightly around his head was the only thing that kept his face from being completely obscured by hair. By contrast, his wife, Ria, was barely over five feet tall with a slender build. In the parking lot, she had been the most talkative of the group, while Miguel had mostly stood by in silence. Ria now nodded at Lou, the corners of her mouth hinting at a smile. He tipped his head toward her in acknowledgment and then continued scanning the room.

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4. Footprints

Peggy Heinkel-Wolfe University of North Texas Press PDF

We came to Rochester to rescue our careers and rescued our son instead. As we planned our return to California, Mark knew he could at least step back into his old orchestra job, as tenuous as the symphony’s finances would be that fall. No matter what happened, Mark would still be able to work—he had greatly expanded his repertoire and his network in the past year. But I remained adrift, with no clear direction in sight. I had some inkling where Sam was going to go, but I didn’t know what I was going to do.

Footprints

Spring break came and went, and before we knew it, it was

April 27, Sam’s appointment day with Dr. Copeland. The hospital staff told us to bring only Sam. Patti agreed to watch

Michael for the day.

Syracuse was a two-hour drive from Rochester. Since Sam’s appointment was at nine o’clock, we were at Patti’s house a little after seven. Patti had moved her nursery school to the two front rooms of her home after church officials decided to start their own program, so Michael would spend the morning with the “big kids” in nursery school.

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