Happy holidays to all! May you enjoy happy and restful holidays, and a wonderful, healthy, and prosperous new year! Thank you for all of your readership and support during 2017.
Happy holidays to all! May you enjoy happy and restful holidays, and a wonderful, healthy, and prosperous new year! Thank you for all of your readership and support during 2017.
Life and life experiences bring many joys and challenges, successes and failures, jubilation and pain for all of us. Of adults, women often seem to face many more challenges than men. There are different familial, cultural, and societal expectations of women. Women are portrayed differently (and often less respectfully) than men throughout the media. Women can be leaders or followers or somewhere in-between. However, women are always women, regardless of the types of experiences and lives we lead. There is so much that women embody, and there is so much that women do and say. More often, I encourage women to be more supportive, understanding, and helpful toward each other. One never knows exactly what another person is experiencing, and just a simple smile or word of encouragement can go a long way. On International Women’s Day, it is the perfect day to promote awareness of all of this.
In my own life, I have experienced many joys and challenges, successes and failures, jubilation and pain. I recall some of the happiest times of my life being when I gave birth to my son, my wedding day, and each of the days that I graduated from school, college, and university. Additional happy times have been in celebrating happy occasions and accomplishment of my son. Some of the most painful experiences I have had have included my divorce, being unemployed, and having financial challenges. I am thankful for the people in my life who I am closest to and my faith for helping and supporting me through the ups and downs of my life. I am thankful for those, whether female or male, who have helped me to become a better, stronger, more sensitive and compassionate person. I am thankful for all those in my life who supported my life, growth, and development, as well as my beliefs in myself, my self confidence, and my self esteem.
There is so much expected of women. We are expected to be wives, mothers, teachers, caretakers, bosses, employees, leaders, and followers. We are expected to carry our religious faith and convictions over to our children, and even to others’ children. We are expected to help others, to volunteer, to give of ourselves, sometimes until there is nearly nothing else left to give. What is there left for ourselves, at times? This is what we have to find, and this is often the balancing act that we have to play. How do we get our own needs met while also fulfilling (or helping to fulfill) the needs of others? For some of us, we have it all worked out; for others, it is a lifelong journey.
Some of the most important aspects of my own life have been the support and interactions of family, friends, and/or colleagues (emotional and/or financial); religious faith; education; and career. Supportive people in my life are sometimes few and far between, however those who are supportive are those I highly value and cherish. My religious faith has always been there, and while I do not support everything within my faith, I know where I stand with it. Education has always been something I have supported. Knowledge is power, and one can never have too much knowledge. Regarding career, I am a woman who believes that working in a career position, such as a teacher or counselor, is as much a career as remaining at home and raising one’s children. And, there are many of us who do both of those and do them well.
Therefore, these aforestated aspects of my own life have contributed to shaping me into the woman I am today. While I am a woman who would like more work and career opportunities in order to be more financially independent and self-sufficient for my family, I am also a woman who is thankful for the opportunities I have had to be an involved mother, role model, and guide for my son. I am thankful for being able to be personally involved in my son’s life. I am not a woman who regrets being unable to spend quality time with my son because I am one who has done that. And, it is my hope that it has contributed to his welfare and benefit, and that he has and will become a better and stronger person for it, as well.
As women, we are all intertwined with each other, whether male or female, girl or boy, woman or man. I encourage women to be more supportive, helpful, and understanding of other women. Our society so often encourages men and women to be hard and insensitive on our way to the top. However, I question whether what society perceives as “the top” might sometimes actually be the bottom, based on my own values and perceptions. We must all consider who we are and how our lives and life experiences has contributed to making us into who we are. I would like to ask that, on this International Women’s Day, we all consider and take action toward being more supportive of women, and reflecting on who we are and what has made us into who we are. I would also like to encourage that if there is anything in those perceptions and reflections that we dislike and/or can improve – in a values context – that we do so. If all of us do this, it will have a positive ripple effect throughout our society, one that we can definitely use.
This week, there were three lottery tickets that were sold with winning numbers for the lottery jackpot of $1.6 billion. Just hearing about the extremely high jackpot was incredible to me, not to mention more incredible that the winners of the three winning tickets will be splitting those monies between them. That kind of money is simply that which I am unable to fathom. I mean, what does one do with 100s of millions of dollars? Certainly, it is nice to have money. More than just enough to live on, with a bit of a cushion or buffer, is always good. But, being the winner of a lottery jackpot requires a lifestyle change that is likely a difficult adjustment for some.
Believing myself to be a person who is not very “lucky,” I am not a gambler. There are definitely certain calculated risks that I have taken in my life, I have invested in the stock market in the past, and I have earned some money on some investments, however I am not one to play the lottery. In fact, I think I may have played the lottery only once. That was in a similar situation in the past few years when the jackpot was insanely high. I really just played it for the fun of it, and bought only one ticket. The odds of ever being the winner just never pan out in those types of situations anyway. Why put money out there if there will be no return on it? And I already know that I am generally not a person who is “lucky,” so why waste my money. That’s my philosophy.
I am a person, however, who will apply for scholarships, grants, fellowships, and monetary awards. In the past, I have applied for several of them, and have received them. Most recently, between six to seven years ago when I was earning my healthcare certificate at a local technical college, I received the Hope Grant which helped finance my studies. I am thankful to all of the taxpayers out there in Georgia who supported my education in healthcare. I believe the grant I received was about $750 per semester for three semesters. That was really helpful!
More recently, in the past three years, I have applied for several scholarships and a grant to support my studies in counseling. Unfortunately, while I have been eligible to receive them, I have not been selected to get any of them. I applied for merit and academic scholarships at my university, and would likely be among the top candidates for receipt of them, however none have been awarded to me. Within the past two months, I applied for a $5,000 grant in the counseling field through a national counseling organization, and was not selected for that either. More recent than that, I wrote an essay for yet another national counseling organization in application for another scholarship, and am waiting to hear back – probably that I was not selected to receive it.
Certainly, I have the writing skills, and I have the knowledge, commitment, and dedication to always do my best in whatever I do. However, receiving $500, $1,000, or – can you imagine – $5,000 would really go a long way for me. I often wonder why it is that those people who sometimes have the greatest financial need are those who are most often overlooked. I would be happy to provide my tax returns for the past several years to reflect my financial status and to prove my financial need. This, however, never seems to be good enough.
So, here I am again, back at square one. I am glad not to have gotten my hopes up about any of those grants or scholarships. I could have recently applied for a fellowship, as well, but the particular organization that hosted it wanted winners to invest too much out of pocket than I am willing to do. At any rate, it would have been nice to receive even a small scholarship or financial award rather than financing so much of my education for my second graduate level degree through student loans. Obtaining the $5,000 grant could have already paid down the interest that has accrued on my student loans.
I cannot say that I did not try. At least I made the effort to apply for these scholarships and the grant. Now I know that I would not have received them whether I applied or not, but at least I applied. One never knows unless you try. I have gained nothing, but I have lost nothing either. I am not that discouraged because I did not elevate my hopes for anything, though it would have been nice to receive a small sum to support my efforts toward becoming established in the counseling profession.
Already, another year of blogging has passed and I am into the next one. I must say that I have been somewhat remiss in keeping up with blogging about many interests and issues that I would have liked to, particularly in the past six months or so, however it is a comfort to know that this WordPress platform is here when I have the time for it.
Therefore, I would like to take a moment and express my appreciation to the 34 regular followers of my blog, for recently attaining 100 “likes,” and for amassing nearly 26,500 hits to my page! While I have not kept up with the specific stats this past year regarding the most popular topics on my blog, and it is not a goal to acquire an obscene amount of followers or hits, I am grateful that there are those out there who read and take some enjoyment from my posts.
So, thank you, again, and I hope you continue to have an interest in my posts on WordPress! 🙂
Mental health care is a challenging, but rewarding field. There are many positive sides of mental health care, and also areas that need improvement. One of the biggest rewards of mental health care is observing and experiencing progress, recovery, and a return to wellness of clients. Healing, recovery, and a return to wellness of clients in mental health settings requires patience, understanding, respect, and sensitivity. Agency and organizational stability is also needed for clients in order that they receive optimal care. While each agency and/or organization has its own culture, a culture in which workers live in fear of becoming a statistic in extremely high turnover is unhealthy in itself.
As an individual working toward licensure in the mental health profession, I am one whose perspective is from a position of wellness. First and foremost, one must view a person as a person. To perceive and treat a person with respect, kindness, nonjudgment, and impartiality are requirements in supporting and empowering the wellness, healing, and recovery of clients. In the counseling profession, one based on a view of wellness in people, there exists a positive and supportive hope for the overall optimal health of the individual.
This view is different from many other mental health professions in which the general view of the client is one of sickness. Certainly, approaching an individual with a perspective of what can be improved is helpful, and for insurance purposes involving payment for services rendered, a diagnosis of the client is required, however it is my perspective that viewing the client from a wellness standpoint is much more healthy for all involved rather than judging a person as being sick.
Those who view and describe an individual as a “sick person” have already negatively judged him or her. They have not viewed the person as a person, but as an “ill person.” Such a perspective held by such individuals causes them to treat the client differently, as one who needs more and more treatment, more and more medication, more and more confinement. In these situations, the positive view of wellness is gone, and is replaced by a judgment that the “sick person” is unable to become well.
While clients have challenges to achieving and maintaining wellness, it becomes even more of a challenge when many in the mental health field view clients as sick, and only they as the professionals who hold those views have the power and expertise to make them well – or they have already judged that they will never become well. A professional who approaches a client from a perspective of wellness (a perspective that is in the minority), therefore, faces even more challenges, not only for themselves but also for their clients when others view them as sick and unable to become well. A person is still a person, regardless of their diagnosis or disorder. A person is still a person, and has the capability of becoming well. A hopeful perspective toward client wellness must exist in the mental health profession – rather than client sickness – in order that clients are supported and empowered to experience that wellness.
A further challenge in agencies and/or organizations in which a “sickness” perspective prevails is that experienced clinicians fall into the trap of believing that their views and judgments about clients are the best – that they are the experts. Certainly, the experience of a veteran clinician is extremely valuable in treating clients, however experienced clinicians who believe that only their views, judgments, and culture of sickness are the most helpful approaches create a potentially dangerous situations for their clients. Clinicians of all levels of experience must be open-minded to considering and perceiving different views – including those from a wellness perspective – so that their clients receive optimal care and so that they profession, itself, can grow and develop in a healthy way.
Clinicians who view clients from a perspective of illness and negative judgment place their clients at risk for further illness. Clinicians who are set in their ways of expertise toward mental health treatment, and who are unable to be open-minded toward viewing different perspectives regarding it have already erected walls around themselves that are harmful for themselves, their clients, the culture of their agency/organization, and the field of mental health.
What clinicians must always place as a primary priority is that people are people. As such, people should be treated with dignity, understanding, kindness, respect, and sensitivity. If a perspective of client wellness is lacking or absent, clients will likely experience a more difficult road to recovery and may not achieve wellness. What is healthier – being an “expert” clinician whose views of client illness cause him or her to be closed to considering a client’s optimal recovery, or being a clinician who treats a person as a person, and who applies a wellness perspective that supports rather than negatively judges the client? You be the judge.
I would like to wish everyone the joy and blessings of the holiday season, and a happy and healthy new year. Merry Christmas to those who observe the Christian celebration of Jesus’ birth. Happy holidays to those who observe other religious celebrations.
Especially, I would like to recognize and thank my parents and the St. Vincent de Paul Society of St. John Neumann Church in Lilburn, Georgia for all of your help and support to my son and I during the past year. Thank you so much!
May God bless us all.
Linda Yalem. A name, comprised of two words, of a young woman, a fellow student of mine at the University at Buffalo (UB). Linda Yalem. 😦 Tears come to my eyes as I remember her, and the suffering and tragic loss of life that she experienced at the hands of the now-convicted Bike Path Rapist, Altemio Sanchez. Linda Yalem (June 8, 1968 – September 29, 1990) – and other girls and women – were raped and/or murdered by Sanchez during approximately a 30-year period. It took police investigators more than 16 years from the date of Yalem’s death on September 29, 1990 to apprehend Sanchez, who was convicted for the murders of Yalem, Majane Mazur, and Joan Diver, on August 15, 2007.
In 1990, I was a sophomore at the University at Buffalo, just as Linda was. While I never personally knew Linda, I quickly came to know of her upon her death. Linda’s death was very personal to me because she could have been me. I was an avid runner like Linda was. While I did not run distances more than a couple of miles at a time, nor have I ever trained to run in a marathon, I was out there all of the time, whenever I could. I ran around UB’s Amherst Campus, my home at the time, at night and under the sidewalk lights that lined the roads. I always wanted to remain visible while running and to exercise in highly-trafficked areas.
Linda lived in the Ellicott Complex Dormitories at UB, very close to the Ellicott Creek Bike Path that winds through UB and Amherst for about eight miles. She often ran on the scenic, peaceful, and “safe” bike path – sadly, the perfect haven for a serial rapist and murderer to commit his crimes. Linda could have been me had I ever run on the Bike Path, but I never did. While at UB, I took one look at the Bike Path from a main road and got a bad feeling about it.
As was with Linda, I also never knew there had been previous rapes of women on the Bike Path. But, no matter how safe and beautiful people told me the Bike Path was – and how “perfect” it was for running, I never set foot on it. To me, it was much too secluded. There were weeds and high grass, as well as wooded areas along it. There were many areas which someone who was lying on the ground could go unseen. I had an eerie feeling about the Bike Path; I did not believe it nearly as safe as everyone professed. I preferred to run at night, under the lights on campus, along highly-trafficked areas. In 99% of instances, I ran alone, was always highly vigilant and aware of my surroundings, and did not listen to a Walkman radio with headphones. When running outside, it is never a good idea to be tuned out from one’s surroundings, no matter how safe an area may appear.
I can relate with Linda, a fellow student, a fellow sophomore, a fellow runner, and a woman like myself. It was obvious that Linda loved to run, much as I do. For her to have chosen to run on the Bike Path rather than along the roads through the campus, inside Alumni Arena on the indoor jogging track, or after hopping the fence to the outdoor track to run there as I did, one can surmise that Linda loved the outdoors, as well. While I never knew Linda, I miss her and think about what happened to her like it was yesterday.
Immediately following Linda’s disappearance and the moment that I learned of it, I was shocked at the amount of time that had passed. Linda went out to run on the early afternoon of September 29, 1990. She was not reported missing until about 9:30 PM that night. A search along the Bike Path was undertaken until nightfall and resumed the next morning when she was not located. As a UB student resident at the Governors’ Complex Dormitories, I did not hear word of her disappearance until about 6 PM following the day she disappeared. A panicked fellow female student who resided in my building personally informed me about it at that time. I asked her how she was informed of it, and she said it was on the TV news and she received a general informational memo in her mailbox about it. I was upset because I had checked my mailbox the previous day, but had not yet checked it on that day. I immediately went to check my mailbox, and indeed, found and read the memo that was inside.
Additionally, I had not left my dorm building all day due to studying, so I had not seen any of the fliers posted around campus about Linda being missing. In fact, when I went out to investigate, I saw fliers, but they were few and far between. I was angry. Not only were students informed late, but some, such as myself, heard it by word-of-mouth by fellow students who had watched the TV news! I was even more angry because I had gone out to run around campus under the lights at night on the day that Linda was killed. I couldn’t fathom that approximately 30 hours had passed from the time that she was last seen until the time that I became informed of her disappearance!
It was absolutely incredible to me regarding the amount of time that had passed since I learned of Linda’s disappearance. I believed that University officials should have been doing so much more to have helped both prevent her disappearance and death, as well as to better-inform the University community of these tragic events. I felt that dormitory residence hall directors and/or floor leaders should have called residents to a meeting to inform students about what had occurred, at the very least. I am still incredulous to this day that I was informed about all of this by a fellow student, by word-of-mouth!
Ann Brown, Linda’s sister, sued the University and the Town of Amherst for not informing students about the rapes that had occurred on the Bike Path prior to Linda being raped and killed. While she was not successful in her law suit, I applaud Brown for her actions in bringing the law suit. I am one who believes in prevention, and prevention is certainly not something that occurred in the disappearance, rape, and murder of Linda Yalem. A prior, brutal, horrific attack and rape was experienced by a woman on the Bike Path, and students and the University community were not informed of it. I did not hear or read anything about it until after Linda’s death. Keeping such information about such a brutal crime undisclosed to students in the UB community did nothing to maintain Linda’s safety or that of others. It opened the door for such horrible crimes to occur and continue to occur, even after Anthony Capozzi served more than two decades in prison for crimes that Altemio Sanchez committed.
On August 15, 2007, Altemio Sanchez was convicted for the murders of three women, among them Linda Yalem. He was sentenced to 75 years in prison. He pleaded guilty to murdering Linda, Majane, and Joan. By the time he was apprehended, the statute of limitations for prosecuting rapes in New York State had already expired for all of his victims and/or survivors. For 30 years – or perhaps longer – Altemio Sanchez hid among regular, everyday people, seemingly as a “great” guy, committing his brutal and horrific crimes. Girls and women were preyed upon much like wild animals stalk, hunt, maim, and kill their targets. Just because a man appears to be a great guy does not mean he is.
Today, the Linda Yalem Safety Run was held at UB. When I ran in this race during the first two years that it was held in Linda’s memory, it was called the Linda Yalem Memorial Run. I believe that the latter name is more fitting in honoring Linda’s memory since that former name points to blaming her as a victim. In society, we must take great care not to blame victims and survivors of crimes. While we may certainly have different views and do things in different ways, identifying this race as a “safety run” places the blame and responsibility for Linda’s death upon her. I believe that is wrong. There were opportunities to prevent the tragedies that Linda and others experienced, and they were not taken. Most of all, authorities and officials could have informed the university community on an on-going basis about the “safe” Bike Path that was, in fact, unsafe. That was not done, and tragically, women – including Linda – discovered that for themselves, at cost to their own lives.
All day today, I have worn purple to show my support of Linda and other victims and survivors of sexual assaults and rape crimes. At church today, I wrote Linda’s name in the prayer book. In years past, I have attended “Take Back the Night” walks and ceremonies at UB and Canisius College in Buffalo. I also organized a “Take Back the Night” while I interned at Hilbert College in Hamburg, New York many years ago. Following Linda’s death, I also attended the memorial service that was held in her memory at UB’s Amherst Campus, in her own dormitory complex. I still have the program from that memorial service.
Currently, I am a member of several professional groups that are aimed at preventing sexual abuse, sexual assault, and rape, as well as toward supporting survivors and victims, of all ages and backgrounds. I am one who strives to inform others about the effects of sexual abuse and sexual assault on others, including Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Major Depression, Borderline Personality Disorder, suicidality, and psychosis. I am also one who attempts to recognize and understand – but not excuse – the fact that many sex offenders were sexually abused and sexually assaulted, themselves.
We, as a society, need to do more to inform and educate about the effects of sexual violence, as well as about sexual offenders. I believe that our country has come a very long way in prosecuting sex offenders; requiring sex offenders to become part of a national, public registry; and implementing endeavors such as the Amber Alert. However, sadly, it remains taboo and unfavorable in our society to speak about sexual abuse and sexual assault. Victims and survivors should not have to go into hiding in order to discuss their pain, and experience victim-blaming that causes them to feel criminalized, to lose hope, and to potentially kill themselves because of it, as many have. Society must do more to reach out to those who have been hurt by sexual violence, as well as to recognize and support them, so that they are protected and supported, so that they may continue to live their lives in dignity rather than fear and shame.
Linda Yalem was lost to a man who raped and murdered her 23 years ago. Much more could have been done to protect her and prevent her death. Crimes of sexual abuse, rape, and murder must be exposed and publicized so that predators are not protected rather than victims being unprotected. And, let us not blame the victims, but honor and support them. Please take a moment to remember Linda Yalem, and all those whom we have lost to crimes involving sexual violence and murder, both directly and indirectly. I remember you, Linda. I will always remember you.
Altemio Sanchez. Wikipedia. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Altemio_Sanchez. Retrieved September 29, 2013.
Linda S. Yalem [Photographs]. Find a Grave. http://www.findagrave.com/cgi-bin/fg.cgi?page=gr&GRid=77350461. Photo credit: Shirley Ann Horrocks White. Retrieved September 29, 2013.
Morrison, K. (2007). On the trail of the bike path rapist. Dateline NBC. http://www.nbcnews.com/id/20603452/ns/dateline_nbc-crime_reports/t/trail-bike-path-rapist/. Retrieved September 29, 2013.
Springer, J. (2002). Hunt for the bike path killer: The Linda Yalem murder. Court TV Online. http://news.findlaw.com/court_tv/s/20021104/04nov2002192341.html. Retrieved September 29, 2013.
Wow, it’s Father’s Day already! The time goes by so fast – year after year, the time flies by. My dad will be 70 years old this year, and will celebrate his Golden Wedding Anniversary with my mom. His only grandson turned 10 years old last month; and there’s so much more to come! This is a big year for my dad.
About my dad, I can say that he has “been there” for me as much as possible and as much as he is able to and capable of. No doubt, this is much more than many fathers out there, and I am extremely thankful for it. Throughout my life, I have thought about certain qualities of my dad that I would like for him to practice or exhibit more, though I have come to learn as I have gotten older that one cannot change someone, that it is better to do my best to accept what there is and not change what I cannot.
I am thankful for my dad. I have a loving, caring, supportive, protective, and wonderful dad. While he encompasses all of those qualities and more, he is not perfect – as no one is – and I have come to be more accepting of that. I remember as a child that I would sometimes view other children’s fathers and pick out the qualities in them that I would like to add to my dad. But then, there were also qualities in the other kids’ dads that I didn’t want in my dad, too. So, while I already and always love my dad, I came to accept him as he is more as I got older. Perhaps my view as a child was immature and unrealistic, though I had my ideas of what a dad “should be.”
My dad has definitely earned an A+ in the fathership department. Every day, he proves himself as a loving, caring husband to my mom, father to me, and grandfather to my son. He is there for us and does as much as he can for us, with love and compassion in our best interests. No doubt, there are many others out there who would put up a fight to gain a dad as wonderful as mine.
There are some qualities about my dad that are fitting for him, and that have helped and supported him in his life. He is not a gossiper, and generally tries not to change others. While he can be judgmental, he is not political, nor does he have a big ego. He is not always out to prove himself to others or to the world. He is simply himself. Take it or leave it.
And, one has to take time to get to know him in order to fully understand the man whom he is. As a mother to my dad’s grandson – his only grandchild – I often see a soft spot in his heart for him. That is wonderful to see and experience, and is something I rarely saw when I was growing up. It is great to observe that my dad now has the time in his life to invest quality emotion in my son. He can do that now as a retired senior, and he deserves it after working so hard for most of his life.
My dad is the father to me that his father was not to him. My dad has been kind, caring, and supportive of me and my son 99% of the time. For that 1% that he has not been, I understand that the 99% he has given me is his 100%, and that is okay with me. My father has striven to be the opposite of his own father, in the area of care, love, and compassion toward family. My dad’s father treated him so terribly that I wonder if he even considers that he was his father. I feel sorrow and sympathy for my dad that he experienced from his father what no one should experience from anyone. May God forgive his father for not being a “father” in the true essence of the word.
So, on this Father’s Day, it is time to show our thankfulness, respect, and appreciation to our fathers, particularly those who are loving, caring, compassionate, and supportive. Perhaps the dads who do not embody those qualities will have good role models in those who do. We must remember, and be blessed and thankful for our loving and good fathers. Thank you, Dad; and Happy Father’s Day!
This week, I was voted #1 mom in the world by my son! 🙂 Being a mom is a wonderful thing! It is an experience that cannot be replaced, and must be lived every moment of every day. I love being a mom to my son. As a mom, I do my best to invest as much quality time and care into him as possible. Each and every day, I feel and know that I have been blessed by God to be a mom. My child is the only one I will ever have; and I always do my best to act in ways that will benefit him.
Not only do I have compassion, care, understanding, and nurturance for my own child, I am concerned for the welfare and well-being of all children. Children live in a world that caters to adults, including adult interests, needs, and wants. Sometimes, people overlook what is most beneficial for children, and make decisions and take actions that best serve adults. As a society that I hope becomes more enlightened, I am one who encourages increased understanding, appreciation, rights, and protections for children. And as a mom, I believe this is imperative for the benefit and well-being of my child, as well as children throughout the world.
On this Mother’s Day, let us honor, remember, and appreciate our moms. And, for those of us who are moms, let us remember why we became moms. Each mother is a role model for her children, and has been given a great responsibility to raise, care for, protect, and nurture her child(ren). In our world of increasing adult self-interests, it is vitally important to remember and support mothers, so that they can provide for and do what is best for their children. Thank you to my son and extended family for remembering, honoring, appreciating – and most of all – loving me on this Mother’s Day. 🙂
Prayers and support are still very much needed for parishioners and employees of St. Rose of Lima Parish in Newtown, Connecticut, as well as for the survivors and residents there for coping with grief and healing. Postings on Facebook, CatholicVote.org, Change.org, WordPress, LinkedIn, Twitter, and other organizations speak to the continued need for prayers, support, and good works for the people of Newtown, Connecticut.
My own regional Women’s Catholic Bible Study group at St. John Neumann Parish in Lilburn, Georgia is also involved in spreading this message, as well as in providing encouragement, prayers, and support for – in particular – the religious employees of St. Rose of Lima Parish. Please continue to spread the word and share supportive, encouraging words and works of healing for the people of this parish and of Newtown.
The church’s address is:
St. Rose of Lima Roman Catholic Church
47 Church Hill Road
Newtown, Connecticut 06470
Priests at the Church include: Msgr. Bob Weiss, Fr. Luke Suarez, and Fr. Ignacio Ortigas.
There are also many religious sisters, deacons, education employees, office staff members, and others who are doing their best to emotionally and spiritually support others while also coping with their own grief; and it is my understanding that they really need all of the support that they can get to heal and cope.
Additionally, the church website that shares prayers of supporters to the parish can be found at the following link: http://www.strosechurch.com/prayers-for-newtown/ .
Please do whatever you can to help, encourage, and support the people of Newtown, Connecticut, and St. Rose of Lima Parish there. The Church website also has a link where one may make monetary donations for the Sandy Hook families.
St. Rose of Lima Roman Catholic Church. December 28, 2012. http://www.strosechurch.com/prayers-for-newtown/ .
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