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Claudia Hall Christian is a beekeeper who writes novels and serial fiction.

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30 July 2010 ~ View Comments

Heroes rush in…

On April 20, 1999, two boys shot up a high school in unincorporated Denver called Columbine. They killed twelve students, one teacher and injured twenty one others. We all know this.

A little known fact is this: The boys began shooting around 11:19 and killed themselves around 12:08.

And the police left wounded, dieing and terrified children hostage in the high school until almost four p.m. The school alarm, that was set off at 11, continued to blare. Helicopters hovered over the scene. For almost four hours, terrified children and adults hovered in their hiding places. When they were ‘rescued’ they weren’t told that the shooters were dead. Instead, they had to run past the bodies of their beloved friends as they believed their lives were still in danger from gunmen.

That’s right four hours after the gunmen were dead.

For four hours, the adults waited outside, flew overhead, made strategy and grandstanded while the children hovered in debilitating fear and, in some cases, died.

That was Columbine.

When the first plane hit the towers on 9/11, the New York Fire Department didn’t hesitate. They didn’t fly around in helicopters wondering what to do. They didn’t stand outside and make strategy. They didn’t grandstand with politicians.

They rushed in.

And many of them died.

But that didn’t stop more New York police, firepeople, and rescue workers from continuing to rush in. They rushed in to save people. They rushed in to treat people. And when it was all over they rushed in to clean up.

In return, they got ill. After being assured that the air wasn’t toxic, just dusty, many of these heroes are now disabled with respiratory illness.

And what does the GnoP do? They vote down a bill that would provide these brave men and women with the health care they need.  Like the Sheriff’s department hovering outside Columbine High School, these politicians wondered about procedure, while people died. They hovered over with their helicopters. They might hear the sirens blaring in the high school but they aren’t brave enough to venture inside.

Who are the heroes here? We should all be this disgusted and outraged.

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29 July 2010 ~ View Comments

Why are we kind?

Tuesday I asked why we bother with kindness. Frankly, I think it’s a good question.

We live in a world where kind people are seen as a little stupid or weak.

Over the last ten years, our entire culture has adopted either a Gordon Gekko, Wall Street mentality – “The point is ladies and gentlemen that greed, for lack of a better word, is good.” - or a inverted Secret mentality – bad things happened to you because you manifested them in your thoughts.

And where has it gotten us?

I don’t need to list the unemployment statistics or deficit spending to make my point.  You and I know what the lack of kindness has brought our country and world.

Why bother being kind? Because kindness is the glue that holds us together.

Have you ever notice what a toddler does when s/he sees another child? What children know instinctively – we belong together, that’s someone like me, I want to be around him or her – we’ve lost in our ego drive to manifest success.

We are born with an innate desire to connect with other human beings. We are born to find another human being who understands us. We are born laugh when another person laughed; yawn when another person yawns; and imitate the latest fashion.

The only human beings who lack the drive and need to connect are psychopaths. That’s what makes this tiny, two percent portion of the population psychopaths.

We long to connect. We long to love. We long to live our lives within a community.

So here’s an idea:

If you want to be successful, why not try being kind first?  Yes, it’s a choice. Yes, it might not be your first instinctive reaction. But unless you’re brain damaged, you can learn to do something new.

Want more love in your life? Try being kind to the people around you.
Want to make more money? Be kind to everyone at your office. Say ‘hello’ when you pass. Get up and walk around once a week.
Want to lose weight? Try letting go of that unkind voice. You know the voice I’m talking about. Be kind to you. See what happens.

Kindness is the road that will take you where you want to go.

Leave a comment and let me know what you think.

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27 July 2010 ~ View Comments

Why bother with kindness?

In this video, Jeff Bezos discusses the difference between talent and your choices. He tells a poignant story of making his grandmother cry and the lesson of choice.

We are all talented. We live in a world that champions talent. Talent wins the day over and over again. But, as Bezos points out, talent is a gift. It’s not something we work for. It’s not even something you develop. Talent is innate, a gift given by genetics or God or some quirky soul that invaded our body at birth.

Kindness is a choice.

It’s not a very natural choice either.  It’s not like the hard choice to eat french fries over fruit. It’s not the easy choice to pee before a long race. It’s not a confusing choice of which college to go to or even if you should graduate from high school. It’s not even like the life changing choice to marry this person or that person.

Kindness is a cognitive decision to do something against parts of your nature.

So why do it?

I mean really. Kindness is hard. We’re all super busy. No one becomes a millionaire by being kind (or do they). And really aren’t we supposed to be aggressive, get our goals met, bash the man, or whatever our passion is?

Why be kind? Why bother?

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26 July 2010 ~ View Comments

Hard work.

In the middle of the chaos of finishing the third Alex the Fey book, I received this fortune. Wow, talk about the right words at the right time.

Darren Hardy says we have a Microwave mentality. We all expect everything to happen overnight. We’ve forgotten the real key to making things happen – hard work.

Honestly, I needed to see this. I needed the reminder that it will take more time and more hard work to get where I want to go. There’s no express ride to success.

At the same time, Michael Bungay Stanier suggested I take a look at Chris Brogan’s video series on Overnight Success. If you can, follow the link. It’s helpful to see other people bust their asses to get their dream. At least it’s helpful for me.

There’s only one way to get where we’re going – time, hard work, and a belief that we will get there. Let’s get going!

Happy Monday!

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25 July 2010 ~ View Comments

Unconscious Mutterings : Week 391

Phew! It’s been a whirlwind July. Seems like everyone is working long hours. The pressure is definitely on this month. And of course, the heat doesn’t help. Last weekend, I was at my husband’s nephew’s wedding. That was wild, hot pressure filled work! ;)

At least we have our mutterings to rely on. So let’s get back to them. How do you play? By simply answering these word prompts (created by the lovely LunaNina) in the comment section. Take a moment to look at what other people have to say. Unconscious Mutterings blossom with our similarities and differences.

Here’s your word prompts:

  1. Inception ::
  2. Anticipation ::
  3. Space ::
  4. Earn ::
  5. .com ::
  6. Hello! ::
  7. Equivalent ::
  8. Swore ::
  9. Actions ::
  10. Expletive! ::

Here’s my responses:

  1. Inception :: of a great idea
  2. Anticipation :: Life’s waiting
  3. Space :: to grow
  4. Earn :: ing a living
  5. .com :: era
  6. Hello! :: my friend, Hello
  7. Equivalent :: no
  8. Swore ::n enemy
  9. Actions :: speak
  10. Expletive! :: Fuck!

Happy Sunday! Thank you for playing!

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24 July 2010 ~ View Comments

Denver Cereal – Chapter 111 : Redo.

Previous Chapters
Recap of the Beginning and character summary
Looking for the beginning? Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED and ELEVEN

Monday Evening – 7:30 P.M. PDT

“Did you see that?” Jill asked.

“The bright flashes of light?” Jacob asked.

“Like a million sparklers going off all a once,” she said.

“Yes, I saw them.”

“Wow,” Jill said.

She nestled her head in his arms. He kissed her bare neck and shoulders. They were entwined in the back corner of the hotel elevator.

“Are we off the ground?” Jill asked.

“A couple feet,” he said. “Sorry.”

They lowered to the ground. He shifted to disengage and buttoned his jeans. She kissed his lips. For a moment, they were lost in the passion that had levitated them. Jill sighed and he stroked the sheer back of her skimpy dress.

“Did that happen last time?” Jill asked.

“Yes,” he said.

[...]

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17 July 2010 ~ View Comments

Denver Cereal – Chapter 110 : Brave

Previous Chapters
Recap of the Beginning and character summary
Looking for the beginning? Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED and TEN

One week later
Monday mid-day — 11:30 A.M.

“So you know who I am,” Nash said.

He sat down next to Charlie’s bed at Denver Health.

“You’ve got to be the gym guy’s son,” Charlie said. “You look just like him.”

“The gym guy?”

Nash wrinkled his face. He’d spent the entire bike ride to Denver Health pumping himself up for this conversation. He wasn’t going to take any crap from this Charlie guy. Teddy stood near the door to back him up.

“I don’t know his name,” Charlie shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t think Sandy ever told me his name.”

“Aden Norsen,” Nash said. “I’m Nash.”

Nash held out his hand and Charlie shook it.

“My Mom and Dad were talking about you coming to live with us,” Nash said. “Sandy… I mean Mom really wants you to live with us. Dad will do anything for Mom, so…”

“I don’t know anything about it, bro,” Charlie said. “I’m supposed to get out of here today or tomorrow. Seth said I could live with him but Sandy wants me to go to rehab. That’s what I know.”

Nash opened his mouth to say something.

“Wow, you look like the pilot,” Charlie said to Teddy. “Who are you?”

“Ted Jakkman,” Teddy said.

“Yea, Jakkman,” Charlie said. “Sergeant Jakkman. I bet he’s your Dad.”

“My Dad’s a Captain,” Teddy said. “He’s the best pilot in the US Air Force.”

“You must be very proud,” Charlie said with dripping sarcasm.

Defensive, Teddy moved forward to hit Charlie. Nash held him back. The boys shared a long look. Teddy went back to the door and Nash sat down again.

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12 July 2010 ~ View Comments

In the throes…

Hey!

I’m in the throes of finishing the third Alex the Fey thriller called “Who I am.” This means that I’m not sleeping well, don’t eat a lot, drink waaay too much caffeine (iced tea ftw), and am generally hyperactive.

Which makes me a crappy blogger. Sorry!

I’m sure I’ll be back around soon.

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11 July 2010 ~ View Comments

Unconscious Mutterings : Week 389

Another gorgeous summer morning! I just opened up the house and turned the house fan on. The fresh air is fabulous!

Shall we clear our unconscious this morning? How do we do that? Easy! Simply answer these word prompts (created by LunaNina) in the comment section. If you get a chance, come back to see what other people have said. This is my favorite game!  Enjoy!

Here are your word prompts:

  1. Dickens ::
  2. Collection ::
  3. Weekends ::
  4. Travel ::
  5. District ::
  6. Vampires ::
  7. Peep show ::
  8. Crochet ::
  9. Lion ::
  10. Fetch ::

Here are my answers:

  1. Dickens :: Charles, hero of mine
  2. Collection :: of stories
  3. Weekends :: are for writing
  4. Travel :: ing
  5. District :: in which I live in
  6. Vampires :: suck
  7. Peep show :: Dita Von Teese
  8. Crochet :: something I can’t do
  9. Lion :: Yarn
  10. Fetch :: not my dog! ;)

Happy Sunday!

P.S. What do you guys think of Disqus commenting?

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10 July 2010 ~ Comments Off

Denver Cereal – Chapter 109 : Cycle

Previous Chapters
Recap of the Beginning and character summary
Looking for the beginning? Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED and NINE

Monday evening — 6:45 P.M.

“You’re his…” the Emergency Room resident said.

Sandy, Jill and Jill’s mother, Anjelika, were sitting in a family waiting area at Denver Health when the resident approached. He was looking for Charlie’s mother. Sandy jumped to her feet to speak with the resident, but he recognized her from the newspaper stories about her father. The resident didn’t want anything to do with her. Sandy wrapped her arms around herself for comfort.

“Sister,” Sandy said.

“Where is his mother?” the resident asked.

“She’s out of the picture,” Sandy said. “I’m all he has.”

“I don’t think I can give you an update. I…” the resident started.

“Listen,” Anjelika smiled her beautiful smile. “The mother doesn’t want her children. And we are paying your bill. In order to pay that bill, we need information to make decisions.”

Taken back by Angelika’s beauty and elegance, the resident stumbled over words.

“Uh… We could get in real trouble. We’re only supposed to release information to legal guardians or…”

“I see,” Anjelika smiled again. “May I speak with your supervisor? We were told that we needed to make decisions right away. That is, of course, after my daughter guaranteed payment.”

“He’s sixteen,” Seth’s deep voice came from the door. “You don’t need a guardian to make his medical decisions. Since I assume he’s unconscious, his next of kin will have to decide for him.”

“Seth!” Sandy said.

Seth hugged her.

“How is Charlie?” he asked.

“We don’t know,” Sandy said. “This… doctor won’t tell us.”

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