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Having Great Powers

Nahren

I covered a story a few weeks ago about the genocide in Iraq. The event was organized by Assyrian activist Nahren Anweya and other influential group of people who are of Christian Iraqi decent. I later followed up with Nahren with questions for the article I had to write, and in the process, met with her briefly.

During this time, she mentioned, “Oh, I forgot to share my experience of helping to save 400 Yazedis from a sinking ship last week.”

What? I thought.

She told me the incredible story.

“A Yazedi man called me on Facebook thinking I have great powers not knowing I’m an ordinary individual, and he claimed that there were four ships filled with Yazedis. One of them had 400 passengers and it was stranded in the open water between Greece and Italy. He was hysterical and pleaded for help. I called my brother-in-law who is in the navy and informed Fox News and we were able to save all of them and bring them to Greece. They were very thankful and they were crying.”

The man knew that she was a woman with great powers, not an ordinary individual. And yet the beauty of people with great powers is that they are usually humble, and consider themselves ordinary individuals because they know that within everyone lie those same great powers – if only they were to tap into them.

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A Heart to Serve

Silicon Valley

“God designed us for something greater than just the people in our home and in our employment,” said Pastor Aaron during Sunday’s sermon. “When God looks at us he sees a beautiful thing that He wants to shine in its beauty.”

Listening to these words, I could not help but think of Ron, the man whom I bought a computer from the night before. He told me his story. About ten years ago, Ron was the general manager of a wholesale business. He was living a “normal” life when one day he read in the Detroit News an article that explained Southeast Michigan alone sends over two billion pounds of electronic waste into our landfills, every year.

“Those last two words – every year – really grabbed my heart,” he said, demonstrating by grabbing his shirt. “I thought, oh my God, something has to be done.”

The idea that two billion pounds of electronic waste was sent into our landfills every year kept bugging him to the point where he gave into “The Calling.” In less than two years, he quit his job and began Silicon Alley Recyclers, a non-profit charity computer and electronics thrift store in Warren, Michigan, where you can find super bargain priced electronics like computers, printers, and TVs. Most of the equipment at Silicon Alley is commercial grade, with very few consumer products.

“What most people do not know is that there are two grades of electronics – commercial and consumer, which is like Mercedes and a Chevy,” said Ron.

Ron credits Focus Hope for being his mentor, helping him turn Silicon Alley into a non-profit. He also has a hard-working and loyal volunteer staff that helps him dissemble the equipment for recycling, and then package it. These products are then reintroduced into needed and useful hands through various charity and marketing methods. Hundreds of computer systems have been donated to schools and churches.

Ron has loved the process. But his biggest challenge is funding.

“I’ve loaned everything I have in the world to keep it alive,” he said. “It owes me a salary for 8 years but I’ll never see it,” he added laughing. Then he asked, “Do you have a good heart?”

I was confused.

“You know, like Sanford and Son – when Fred was always having those heart attacks?”

“That was my dad’s favorite show,” I reminisced, and told him that yes, I had a good heart. He led me to a door that opened to a huge room with gigantic aisles of equipment.

“You have your work cut out for you,” I said.

But it was easy to see that this man, who has four children and four grandchildren, was shining in his work. While I was in the store, two of his “board members” walked in, one a minister and the other, Professor Wesley Arnold, a historian who made DVDs and wrote books about Macomb and distributed both for free. The warmth, laughter, and character in that place was as rare as finding a genius heart-felt show like Sanford and Son and no doubt, their service to this earth will be as timeless.

For more information, visit http://www.siliconalleyrecyclers.us

Serving Our House through Journalism

Photo By: Vickie Thomas

Left to write: Marlon Walker of the Detroit Free Press, Weam Namou, and Charlie LeDuff of Fox News, and moderator Kathy Chaney, Producer/Reporter at WBEZ 91.5FM              (Photo by Vickie Thomas)

While in my birth country ISIS continues to wage war against journalists, here in the United States journalism continues to flourish, opening doors to new voices – as is the tradition of the United States.

It’s true that a lot of minority groups in America do not receive the air and press time they deserve. But it is also true that in America, there is an opportunity for people to break the mold without risking their life. Here, an association of black journalists says “welcome” to an Iraqi-American journalist like myself, because what they see and appreciate in each other is the heart of journalism, which is an appetite for truth and education, an appetite which journalists in many other countries cannot dare quench.

On October 11th, at the 2014 NABJ Conference in Detroit, sitting on the panel next to award winning reporter Charlie LeDuff of Fox News and reporter Marlon Walker of the Detroit Free Press, listening to the easy and lively manner in which they spoke about how they dealt with “Conflict in the Community”, the topic of our discussion, I realized that a large part of the problem many Middle Easterners and Arabs have is inner conflict. Born and raised under authoritarian regimes, they have difficulty expressing their truths in constructive ways. Rather than influence public opinion and government policy, they try to influence each other – which often builds tension within their own communities rather than create progress.

Investigative Journalism is such a phenomenon in the Arab World that Arab Reporters for Investigative Journalism (ARIJ) based in Amman, Jordan describes it on its website as “still an alien practice.” Many journalists from that region who growing up, were told to “Hush!” and “Mind your own business” have wounds to heal before they can grow wings like the American journalists who were told to “Speak up!” and “Dig for the truth”, who like Charlie LeDuff can confidently say, “This is my house too! We’re all living in the United States, sharing it.”

It is when people from the Arab world, who over the last decade have become one of the fastest growing ethnic groups in the United States, fully comprehend, appreciate and believe in the words “This is my house too!” that we will best serve this house through journalism.

Happy Belated Grandparents Day!

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I’m one of the many who did not celebrate Grandparents Day on September 7th. But in my defense, my grandparents have long ago passed away, and my mother, who is geographically the only grandparent available to my children, is a strong part of our life. We celebrate her presence regularly.

What I noticed was that no major store advertised for Grandparents Day. No local activities were set up in its honor, and if they were I totally missed it. No noise was made about it, as it happens for Halloween, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, and Valentine’s Day, to name a few.

This says a lot about how our society views our elderly. We overly focus on one type of people, like youth, which in turn creates an unbalanced society. The wisdom an elderly has to offer is invaluable. If we tapped into their rich minds, hearts and spirits, we would come out a richer civilization.

Kalahari – Our Family’s Summer Ritual

For years my family and I have made it a tradition to spend a weekend at Kalahari with our extended family. The first time my husband and I went was in 2006, when our daughter was six months old. At that time, there was only an indoor water park. The following year, the outdoor waterpark was opened, making me fall in love with the place. No other resort that was so close to home made me feel like I was truly on vacation and not simply settling for an outdoor pool with a flimsy Jacuzzi.

The Kalahari Resort is named after the Kalahari Desert in southern Africa and has the African-themed designs and events. The place is truly fun, and it has accommodations for large family groups. My favorite times are late at night and early in the morning. At night, everyone sits together and shares good food and conversations they would not otherwise share if we were not all sleeping under one roof.

Early in the morning, I make a cup of coffee and sit outside. I watch the beautiful scenery that embraces the resort and I think how one day when my children grow up, they will reflect on this family tradition. Kalahari will be a part of their stories.

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Our Neighborhood is Our Mission Field

“Our neighborhood is our mission field,” said Pastor John Opalewski at Sunday’s church sermon. “If God can bring revival to Nineveh through one person, Jonah, imagine what he could do for America through us!”

One thing I love to hear people remind others is the power of looking within, not without. Of taking responsibility for ourselves, our families and for our contributions to our immediate surroundings. As Mother Teresa once said, “We can do small things with lots of love.”

“If you’re a thinking person and you are awake, you realize we have a declining society,” said the Pastor. “We need to take responsibility for that.”

He showed us statistics from the Barna Institute that showed the serious of the decline of the U.S. It said, among other things, that major depressive disorders are the leading cause of disability in the U.S. and preschoolers are the fastest growing market for anti-depressants.

“Lack of spiritual power has led our country to the gutters,” he said, adding, “I’m calling you to come out of our spiritual coma. A call to God is not a call to legalism. Legalism is death. I’m calling you to love God more. To love people more.”

This is so easy to do once you open your eyes and look around and see, as I do every now in then in my neighborhood, a community of ducks and geese stopping traffic to cross the road, and I think to myself, “Isn’t God great!”

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Making a Wish at the Ford House!

Peter Pan

The Edsel & Eleanor Ford House was transformed into Peter Pan’s Neverland Adventure on Saturday, June 28. Edsel Ford was the only child of Clara Bryant and Henry Ford, founder of Ford Motor Company. Edsel became involved in his father’s company at an early age and by 25, he became president of his father’s company. This was in 1919. When his wife Eleanor died in 1976, at age 80, the Detroit Free Press wrote, “Mrs. Ford’s greatest gift to the public, indeed, her greatest legacy, is her home, which she had transferred to a trust with the request that it be used for the benefit of the public.”

Yesterday was my first time visiting this lovely home, and from the moment we entered its beautiful gates, it was magical. We were greeted by a pirate who held a little bell over each person’s head and said with a hearty smile, “Make a wish!”

He actually waited a few seconds for us to make that wish before we moved on into a vast garden filled with games, rides and Walt Disney characters such as Captain Hook, Aerial and Tinkerbell. There was a full-size playhouse that the Fords had built for their children, a pool, a breathtaking lake. There was a pool house and the main house, which we could have taken a tour of had we not had to oblige to the children wanting a face paint.

So I will be returning to this house, and surely writing a post about it. Until then, I will make an effort to remember to let my heart be as childlike as Peter Pan as every morning, I allow myself to “make a wish” and then, of course, believe!

Thomas Turns 50 Years old!

You wouldn’t think it by looking at him, but Thomas the Tank Engine is 50 years old. We celebrated his birthday (though we did not know it was his birthday) by going on one of his rides at Greenfield Village.

Thomas was born when Anglican clergyman, the Reverend Wilbert Awdry created him in order to entertain his young son Christopher, who was recovering from scarlet fever. Christopher, like all children, wanted the stories of the train engine to be repeated repeatedly. His father obliged. Mrs. Awdry believed so much in these stories that she encouraged her husband to publish them, and in 1945 the first of the Railway Series of books appeared.

After twenty six books, the Reverend called it quits and his son decided to continue to write stories for his son, creating ten more books. Sometimes less effort and more love create gigantic results.

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Dolly Parton’s Exquisite Pirates Voyage!

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Wherever we went in Myrtle Beach, we saw signs for the dinner show “Pirates Voyage.” On our hotel’s “Do Not Disturb” door hanger, airplane advertising banners that flew over the ocean, on street billboards. If we asked a hotel employee to suggest a tour or show, the first words that came out of their mouth was “Pirates Voyage!” Adding that not only our children will love it, but so will we. And the food – “It’s amazing!” one man told us.

We placed it on our to-do-list, never expecting that the experience would mesmerize our children where we could eat our entire dinner, dessert included, without a single distraction. We watched a show prior to the show, where there was wonderful entertainment, particularly that of a sea lion. Then we were led into the dinner arena, which resembled a ship with seats all around and in the middle a smaller ship in water.

Within no time, a colorful splendid show appeared before our eyes. It consisted of pirates and mermaids and acrobats and sea lions and parrots! As we watched, we got to enjoy a delicious feast of creamy vegetable soup (served and eaten right out of a cup without a spoon), half roasted chicken, cob on the corn, “Pirate Shipwreck Taters” and “Apple O’Me Eye Pie.”

It seems that anything Dolly Parton puts her hands on is filled with tremendous love, high spirits, and great quality – from her singing to her movies to her shows and philanthropy. Her literacy program, “Dolly Parton’s Imagination Library,” mails one book per month to each enrolled child from the time of their birth until they enter kindergarten, across 36 U.S. states. In December 2007, it expanded to Europe. The program distributes more than 2.5 million free books to children annually. My children at one point had enjoyed these wonderful books!

Thank you, Dolly!

Mayor Brenda Lawrence

 Mayor Lawrence

Today the Niagara Foundation, Michigan held a panel discussion “Celebrating Women as Community Builders” in commemoration of Women’s History Month. The three women speakers were Diane Slavens, Michigan representative; Carol Cain, journalist and columnist, and senior producer and host of “Michigan Matters” on CBS 62; and Brenda Lawrence, Mayor of City of Southfield.

The three women shared their stories, of how they started their careers, the struggles and challenges they faced (and still do), how they have balanced work and career, and what advice they would give other women. I was touched and inspired by their wisdom and accomplishments, but I was particularly in awe of Mayor Brenda Lawrence – mostly because of the possibility that she would be one of our congresswomen.

As Mayor Lawrence pointed out, over 50 percent of the US population is women, yet less than 20 percent of congress is represented by women. We complain about how the country is run, and part of the problem is that this country is being run by men.

“Everyone is a unique individual and there’s no one that’s created like you,” she said. “You were created to use your special talents, whatever they may be, not to just suck air out of the room.”

Mayor Lawrence encourages women to push themselves out of their comfort zone in order to achieve their dreams, whether it is to become an artist or a stay-at-home mom. She has been married to her high school sweetheart for 42 years. She brought her teenage granddaughter to today’s event. She does so much without keeping her hands completely out of the kitchen. To me, Mayor Lawrence is the essence of true success. How does she do it?

“It’s hard,” she said. “But anything worth doing is not easy, including giving birth to a child.”

She said for a while it has been said that Detroit needs a woman mayor because the city needs a mother who would not abuse or steal from her.

I say Detroit needs a mother and America needs dozens of mothers.