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Online Edition Updated March 1st 2001
Bobus loses licence to perform
By Sandra ThomasStaff writer
Dressed in a big red hat, polka-dot coveralls and giant black shoes, Bobus the Clown pleaded with the parks board Monday night to let him continue selling balloons in Stanley Park.
He was backed by almost a dozen members of the Rhino Party in clown costumes, who chanted, "Leave the clown alone," and presented chairwoman Laura McDiarmid with a Jello brain and a box of paper hearts—items they felt the board is lacking.
But the board was unmoved and voted to change Bobus’s performance licence to a busker’s licence, which means he can no longer sell balloons or amplify his voice and must change locations every hour.
Bobus’s 56-year-old creator Sterling Undem says the move means the death of the clown, who has entertained in the park for 14 years. "After a year on death row, Bobus will die April 1, and I’ll be holding a funeral in the park."
Undem said he received notice two years ago that his performance licence was at risk, but under an unofficial grandfather clause, he was temporarily allowed to continue entertaining. Last March, he received a second letter warning his licence would change April 30.
Undem said the main point of contention is his sign offering balloon animals for $2 each. Under parks regulations, buskers and artists are not allowed to advertise or charge for services, with the exception of musicians selling original music. Undem said his sign saves confusion.
"Parents can look from a distance and see exactly what’s going on," he said. "That way they have a choice of coming over, or heading in the other direction."
Undem said he had no idea the Rhinos planned to create a spectacle on his behalf. "I received an e-mail from them telling me they were going to attend the meeting and that someone was going to strip naked," Undem said from his Pitt Meadows home. "I told them I would be embarrassed by something like that and please don’t."
Undem said he even picked up the silly string sprayed by one of the group members, who left the building when McDiarmid called a recess.
"I didn’t want it to get pushed into the carpet," he said.
Parks media liaison Terry Clark, said Bobus is still welcome to entertain in the park and the licence restrictions are minor.
"If you only knew how many requests the board gets for people to sell or entertain in the park," she said. "We have to be very careful or it could end up looking like Coney Island."
Terry Walton, manager of recreation services for Stanley District, said Undem had the last remaining performance licence in the park.
As for Bobus, Undem has no plans for the future. Being Bobus was his only means of support, bringing in $200 on a good day.
"Out of Bobus a new character called Who Knows will rise, because who knows what will become of me after that."
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Saturday, January 18, 2014
How to Comfort
When face to face with a friend in pain or grief,
what can you say or do to comfort them?
Don't tell, listen & reflect:
1.That hurts! 2.What?, How?
3.When?, Where?
4.Here we are!
5. Now what?
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How to listen & reflect so they feel heard?
1.Enquire/acknowledge: a.That hurts!
b.What? How? When? Where? c.Here we are!
Now what? or say what I heard.
2.You tell me, I listen.
3.I tell you what I heard.
4.You correct me, tell me again or tell me more.
5.I say what I heard and now understand.
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Preconditions for listening
1. Time 2. Energy3. Will 4. Skill 5. Patience
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1. That hurts: I look and listen and
recognize your pain and vunerability.
Maybe you will tell me more if I listen
with the respect and distance you need.
2. What hurts? Where is the damage,
where did it happen? Looking together helps
both of us evaluate the situation.
3. When, how did it happen? As you tell me
you put the pieces together and find you footing.
4. Here we are in the world, together.
You are dealing with what has happened.
5. Now what is the situation, the consequences,
problems and challenges you are attending to.
B.C. Organ Donation Fiasco
Our family donated our son's organs, David Casey Undem, who died July 21, 2004.
My son, David Undem, was left brain dead from a fall on July 21, 2004.
Airlift evacuation from the Bay to hospital was not available. David’s wife and a friend took David took David by small boat to the Seashelt Hospital. Seashelt hospital placed David on life support and flew him to Vancouver General Hospital which deals with organ donation.
After coming home from a Toastmasters meeting I got a phone call from Davids mother say that there had been a very bad accident and David was being flown into Vancouver General Hospital, come. Mother, father, wife and six week old daughter and several friends met at the hospital Emergency Ward.
Just after midnight July 22, 2004, Vancouver neurologist, Dr. Ho, confirmed his prognosis with the results of a brain scan. Operating to relieve the pressure would be useless. David would never recover from the brain injury as a result of concussion, swelling and bleeding within the skull. Dr. Ho speculated that my son would have been brain dead within minutes of his fall and there was nothing any doctor could have done to save him, even if the accident happened outside the Vancouver General Hospital. Dr. Ho said David would likely never open his eyes again or understand anything.
Dr. Ho then asked the family to consider organ donation. Dr. Ho posed the choice between harvesting David's healthy organs for transplant or having the brain dead body linger and eventually die but the organs would have deteriorated and consequently not usable for transplant. My son Mike ran out of the Emergency ward howling and I followed to be with him on the curb of a street in a residential apartment zone.
In previous years, David and I had talked about organ donation. I have been the victim of a life threatening car accident. I was a driver's license registered organ donor. I knew my son's undocumented personal opinion: "Yes." David would want to have his organs used to help others live a better life as was my wish for myself. He would want to receive an organ if he needed such a transplant himself.
Contributing organs is not a gift, it is the responsibility a two-way street, not just to receive but also to contribute. Recieving an organ should not be like winning a lottery prize you do not have to buy a ticket for. You pay for the chance of using someone elses organ by being willing to donate your organs if you die.
I led our family's discussion in recommending his organs be harvested.
I also knew my son's "No" opinion about continuing life support to a brain dead body: "No" to the lingering suffering for the body; "No" to the lingering emotional suffering for the family; "No" to the pointless expense to our BC Medical system.
Hospital beds and staff are in great need of people who can recover. I have a long-suffering friend whose partner lingered for years. My son's wife, brother, mother and my self chose to have his healthy organs "harvested" to fill a great need in six or seven people's lives.
? check times Doctors took his organs around 11pm that evening, July 22. The last I saw my warm breathing son was in the early morning hours of July 22, 2004, around 4 am. I got to sit with him for about 15 minuites. The intensive care ward staff wanted us out. There was confussion that a monitor recorded a brain revival and a male nurse made some strange comments which were revoked. My wife and I had a teenage girl alone at home and we needed to drive back and look after her.
My son looked as if he were just sleeping on a hospital bed. How do you say, "Good bye Forever," to your son while he waits for the organ harvest? You must have full belief that your doctors are competent and have told you the truth. I did. I found only meek courage because bravery has fled.
I moved slowly along this painful path drawing from the depths of exhausted self control. Along my path of saying good bye, I had to learn how to hospital-scrub my hands before I could touch my son. Then I held one warm, strong, hairy knee with one hospital-clean hand and my son's warm, capable hand with my other hand.
Together, we struggled with disbelief to say, "good bye," and part of me still would not believe it. I could say the words well by knowing we had talked together about so many things, organ donation included. I found some comfort reviewing with my son that some of his organs will give life to other people. How do you leave your son's side before he is wheeled to the organ harvester?
I left a little further along my path of shock, acceptance, disbelief and grief. I left the room in need of the care of the grieving people around me and the hospital staff. Can a parent really believe their son is suddenly brain dead or comprehend what is happening? A few hours ago he was a strong man, a new father, a good neighbor helping a neighbor. Part of me could and part of me could not believe, often still cannot believe it.
Later the next day our family and friends were told David's organs were harvested and would be used to help maybe seven people on the organ transplant waiting list. We were told his heart had deteriorated as a result of the severe brain injury and could not be transplanted.
I did the responsible thing but the BC Cornor, Medical system andVGH did not allowing me to view my son's remains. I needed to see my dead son's body, I was in part denying my son was dead. But the coroner's office said No and I was not able to deal with the situation with the burocracy. I needed to spend some time with my son's dead body. I asked to see my dead son's remains.
Hours earlier he just seemed asleep on a hospital bed. I needed to know he was dead. Does this sound unusual, weird, untoward or unfamiliar to hospital management, apparently to the Coroner's Office? A family friend who grieved with us that night asked VGH on my behalf, that I be allowed to see my son's remains. She also happened to work as a counseling psychologist at VGH. She knew who and how to ask. She returned with the message that the VGH Morgue would not let me view my son's remains - something about a lack of staff. (I now have a letter from VGH patient relations saying the Coroner declined my request).
I was in too much shock to demand, bargain or fight for what I needed. I would have to wait five days until the body was received at the Funeral Home before I could cry over my son's body.What does it take for a parent to spend the time he needs with his child's dead body? I needed to cry, to talk to him and that is not crazy or unusual. Maybe I should have sounded crazy and threatened to stop the organ donation.
Maybe threatening to withhold one eyeball would have let me see my dead son. I needed to grieve over my son's dead body. That is not strange. What is almost unspeakably strange is the Coroner denying a parent viewing their child's last remains. I told my family doctor about this incident. He phoned VGH and was told it was not VGH policy to deny such visits. For me, our BC Medicare organ donation system is broken. I can no longer recommend anyone be part of donating organs until the system is fixed. The Coroner and VGH did not allow me to grieve over my dead son's body after his organs were harvested.
I am a driver's license, registered organ donor who led our family's decision to have David Undem's organs donated, but the organ donation system is seriously flawed and needs to be fixed or potential donors advised of the ramifications of their decision. It is my further responsibility to get this system fixed or advise potential organ donors of the consequences of their "gift".
I went into depression and I sought both client centered and psychriatic counselling. As a result of that counselling I understand that I needed to spend time with my brain dead son before he went to the organ harvesters. The hospital system steered me away from doing that. I was never offered the opportunity and I can understand dealing with a shocked grief striken parent may be difficult and involve a specially trained staff member the hospital system does not have. There were many hours my son lay alone before his organs were taken near midnight on July 22. How I regret my decision to donate his organs, I wish I had said No and I had stayed with him until he died.
I understand current hospital policy is the next of kin or designate has to take away life support for a brain dead person.
I sat with the kyack on the beach waiting for the tide, I sat for hours. Around 11 pm the tide started going out, an honour guard of children holding viking balloon swords led the farewell honours. Three canoes accompanied the burning viking burial kyack and followed its drift across the bay. The fames died out an hour later, my son Micheal told me they had to sink the boat that wouldn't sink. After these ceremonies my depression lifted significantly. I got to spend the time I needed to say goodby. Oh other ceremonies too, I want to tell you about.
My son, David Undem, was left brain dead from a fall on July 21, 2004.
Airlift evacuation from the Bay to hospital was not available. David’s wife and a friend took David took David by small boat to the Seashelt Hospital. Seashelt hospital placed David on life support and flew him to Vancouver General Hospital which deals with organ donation.
After coming home from a Toastmasters meeting I got a phone call from Davids mother say that there had been a very bad accident and David was being flown into Vancouver General Hospital, come. Mother, father, wife and six week old daughter and several friends met at the hospital Emergency Ward.
Just after midnight July 22, 2004, Vancouver neurologist, Dr. Ho, confirmed his prognosis with the results of a brain scan. Operating to relieve the pressure would be useless. David would never recover from the brain injury as a result of concussion, swelling and bleeding within the skull. Dr. Ho speculated that my son would have been brain dead within minutes of his fall and there was nothing any doctor could have done to save him, even if the accident happened outside the Vancouver General Hospital. Dr. Ho said David would likely never open his eyes again or understand anything.
Dr. Ho then asked the family to consider organ donation. Dr. Ho posed the choice between harvesting David's healthy organs for transplant or having the brain dead body linger and eventually die but the organs would have deteriorated and consequently not usable for transplant. My son Mike ran out of the Emergency ward howling and I followed to be with him on the curb of a street in a residential apartment zone.
In previous years, David and I had talked about organ donation. I have been the victim of a life threatening car accident. I was a driver's license registered organ donor. I knew my son's undocumented personal opinion: "Yes." David would want to have his organs used to help others live a better life as was my wish for myself. He would want to receive an organ if he needed such a transplant himself.
Contributing organs is not a gift, it is the responsibility a two-way street, not just to receive but also to contribute. Recieving an organ should not be like winning a lottery prize you do not have to buy a ticket for. You pay for the chance of using someone elses organ by being willing to donate your organs if you die.
I led our family's discussion in recommending his organs be harvested.
I also knew my son's "No" opinion about continuing life support to a brain dead body: "No" to the lingering suffering for the body; "No" to the lingering emotional suffering for the family; "No" to the pointless expense to our BC Medical system.
Hospital beds and staff are in great need of people who can recover. I have a long-suffering friend whose partner lingered for years. My son's wife, brother, mother and my self chose to have his healthy organs "harvested" to fill a great need in six or seven people's lives.
? check times Doctors took his organs around 11pm that evening, July 22. The last I saw my warm breathing son was in the early morning hours of July 22, 2004, around 4 am. I got to sit with him for about 15 minuites. The intensive care ward staff wanted us out. There was confussion that a monitor recorded a brain revival and a male nurse made some strange comments which were revoked. My wife and I had a teenage girl alone at home and we needed to drive back and look after her.
My son looked as if he were just sleeping on a hospital bed. How do you say, "Good bye Forever," to your son while he waits for the organ harvest? You must have full belief that your doctors are competent and have told you the truth. I did. I found only meek courage because bravery has fled.
I moved slowly along this painful path drawing from the depths of exhausted self control. Along my path of saying good bye, I had to learn how to hospital-scrub my hands before I could touch my son. Then I held one warm, strong, hairy knee with one hospital-clean hand and my son's warm, capable hand with my other hand.
Together, we struggled with disbelief to say, "good bye," and part of me still would not believe it. I could say the words well by knowing we had talked together about so many things, organ donation included. I found some comfort reviewing with my son that some of his organs will give life to other people. How do you leave your son's side before he is wheeled to the organ harvester?
I left a little further along my path of shock, acceptance, disbelief and grief. I left the room in need of the care of the grieving people around me and the hospital staff. Can a parent really believe their son is suddenly brain dead or comprehend what is happening? A few hours ago he was a strong man, a new father, a good neighbor helping a neighbor. Part of me could and part of me could not believe, often still cannot believe it.
Later the next day our family and friends were told David's organs were harvested and would be used to help maybe seven people on the organ transplant waiting list. We were told his heart had deteriorated as a result of the severe brain injury and could not be transplanted.
I did the responsible thing but the BC Cornor, Medical system andVGH did not allowing me to view my son's remains. I needed to see my dead son's body, I was in part denying my son was dead. But the coroner's office said No and I was not able to deal with the situation with the burocracy. I needed to spend some time with my son's dead body. I asked to see my dead son's remains.
Hours earlier he just seemed asleep on a hospital bed. I needed to know he was dead. Does this sound unusual, weird, untoward or unfamiliar to hospital management, apparently to the Coroner's Office? A family friend who grieved with us that night asked VGH on my behalf, that I be allowed to see my son's remains. She also happened to work as a counseling psychologist at VGH. She knew who and how to ask. She returned with the message that the VGH Morgue would not let me view my son's remains - something about a lack of staff. (I now have a letter from VGH patient relations saying the Coroner declined my request).
I was in too much shock to demand, bargain or fight for what I needed. I would have to wait five days until the body was received at the Funeral Home before I could cry over my son's body.What does it take for a parent to spend the time he needs with his child's dead body? I needed to cry, to talk to him and that is not crazy or unusual. Maybe I should have sounded crazy and threatened to stop the organ donation.
Maybe threatening to withhold one eyeball would have let me see my dead son. I needed to grieve over my son's dead body. That is not strange. What is almost unspeakably strange is the Coroner denying a parent viewing their child's last remains. I told my family doctor about this incident. He phoned VGH and was told it was not VGH policy to deny such visits. For me, our BC Medicare organ donation system is broken. I can no longer recommend anyone be part of donating organs until the system is fixed. The Coroner and VGH did not allow me to grieve over my dead son's body after his organs were harvested.
I am a driver's license, registered organ donor who led our family's decision to have David Undem's organs donated, but the organ donation system is seriously flawed and needs to be fixed or potential donors advised of the ramifications of their decision. It is my further responsibility to get this system fixed or advise potential organ donors of the consequences of their "gift".
I went into depression and I sought both client centered and psychriatic counselling. As a result of that counselling I understand that I needed to spend time with my brain dead son before he went to the organ harvesters. The hospital system steered me away from doing that. I was never offered the opportunity and I can understand dealing with a shocked grief striken parent may be difficult and involve a specially trained staff member the hospital system does not have. There were many hours my son lay alone before his organs were taken near midnight on July 22. How I regret my decision to donate his organs, I wish I had said No and I had stayed with him until he died.
I understand current hospital policy is the next of kin or designate has to take away life support for a brain dead person.
Viking Ship Burial
I got to spend some of those hours symbolically a year latter during a home grown ceremoney his wife Kim created, David had told her he wanted a viking burial ceremony if he should ever die first. She patched up an old plywood kyack, filled it with rock and firewood, set the bones from his askes in a jar, arranged the old dreadlocks he had cut off a few years ago, added some of his art and tools and in the evening it was waiting for the outgoing tide at 11 pm. I sat with the kyack on the beach waiting for the tide, I sat for hours. Around 11 pm the tide started going out, an honour guard of children holding viking balloon swords led the farewell honours. Three canoes accompanied the burning viking burial kyack and followed its drift across the bay. The fames died out an hour later, my son Micheal told me they had to sink the boat that wouldn't sink. After these ceremonies my depression lifted significantly. I got to spend the time I needed to say goodby. Oh other ceremonies too, I want to tell you about.
Wednesday, January 01, 2014
How to Comfort
We start with comforting a child,
in your care,
who is open to and seeking comfort.
in your care,
who is open to and seeking comfort.
Later we look at how to comfort
hurt adults,
who have may have learned
to be very wary of people.
What do you do and say
to the hurt child,
in your care,
who is open to
and seeking comfort?
Go to Youtube:
'How to Comfort a Hurt Child'
http://youtu.be/fn0NSfrd3qU
This article is still being worked up for Blogger.
FREE: Love, Sex, & Affection
FREE:
Affection: You can give and get affection
at the same time;
but affection can be confused with Love and Sex.
Rules of FREE Affection:
1. A clearly agreed Affection Only.
2. Short Time, less than 5 seconds.
3. Gentle touching . .
4. Signalling stop means 'Stop Now'.
5. Both players decide what
affection is appropriate.
Sample Coupons for Affection.
Copy, Clip and Share.
Love for our neglected feet.
Rub with hands or use a little oil.
I would choose to have my feet
messaged as I leave the world.
Hugs, As you give the affection
someone else wants,
you get the affection you need.
Show me what:
* you have been making
* you have been doing
* you think is so good
* you are proud of
* what you want to share
* you have been making
* you have been doing
* you think is so good
* you are proud of
* what you want to share
Fare well for now,
may we meet again
with time to spend together.
Almost any time,
almost any where,
who does not love
exchanging a neck message.
Whatever the: problem,
challenge, situation, mistake.
Just be together
without talking,
just our presence,
here and now, together.
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6 FREE Rules of Fun Tickling
1. A clear, agreed start to a tickle
session for both players.
2. Short Tickles, not more than
5 to 8 seconds.
3. Gentle Tickles, .
4. Saying 'Stop' means stop tickling now.
5. Both players set clear boundaries
where tickling is allowed.
6. 'Switch Roles' means
Tickler switches roles with Tickled.
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Often so unappreciated,
often so rare,
often free for the appreciating,
often at the kitchen table.
Affection is a need, like air, water, etc.
We can easily see children's and senior's need for affection.
Many of us have been influenced by people
who did not understand the need for affection
and/or did not know how to get
and give affection in positive ways.
Yet, we seek some semblance of affection,
sometimes in ways that hurt ourselves or others.
Sometimes what masquerades
as affection, isn't.
Not affection but at least conflict
is some kind of recognition,
and not one lost penguin alone.
Reminder & Recognition
of who is BOSS
and who gets bossed.
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