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Sully Gives Us Hope…And So Does Holtman. We Give Ourselves Faith in the Human Animal
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Last week, I began a blog entry concerning an heroic act from a women’s baseball team in Washington that I held onto for several days in order to reread it before release. In the interim, a fantastic event occurred here in NYC – an event involving a career pilot, a decision made from years of preparation and professional approach, 155 lives saved, and – miracle of miracles – a hardened, cynical, disaster-addicted news culture adhering to the story of Flight 1549.
I have not seen this kind of coverage of a good-news event covered to universally since…well, since…can you think of a time when good news was covered so thoroughly?
From ABC to the Hindustan Times, reporters around the globe were shouting praises to Chesley B. “Sully” Sullenberger III and copilot Jeffrey Skiles for skillfully landing the US Airways flight to Charlotte from LGA on the Hudson River and saving the lives of every passenger on board.
A collective tear comes to all of our eyes when we think of Capt. Skiles following the exiting passengers with floatation equipment that they had forgotten, and Sully (sorry, Capt. Sullenberger III, but you’re an American icon now…you’ve got to become friendly with “Sully”) walking the plane twice to make certain there were no passengers left behind.
Let us not forget to tip our hats to the fine ferry conductors and staff, volunteers, and emergency rescue workers in New York City who were instrumental in the survival of the passengers of Flight 1549.
What an opportunity for all of our news providers to finally cover a story that inspires us in strong and noble thought! What an undeniable accomplishment to inspire not only quick, decisive, elegant action that saves lives based on a career of honing skill and perfection, but also the average American to buy a copy of a newspaper and turn on advertising-laden news programming.
If only it could be everyday.
That was the point of my original blog entry. You might wonder what the heroes of Flight 1549 have in common with a relatively simple sacrificial act of players in a woman’s softball team in Washington.
The answer is: something bigger than obligation fed these individuals and drove their heroic actions. What drove them was knowing, innately, the right thing to do — and in so doing, made the world a better place by their gracious, noble actions. Please honor the women of Washington for just a few moments and read my original blog entry.
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In these times, it is often difficult to come across news articles that engender honorable thought and action. Indeed, it took me over half a year to become aware of the singularly sacrificial and noble action taken by a team of softball players in Ellensburg, Washington last April. I’m not a huge follower of sports stories, but this story crosses cultural lines.
This is from the New York Times, via The Seattle Times – April 30, 2008
By George Vecsey http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/collegesports/2004381880_vecsey30.html
“The moment of grace came after Sara Tucholsky, a diminutive senior for Western Oregon, hit what looked like a three-run homer against Central Washington. Never in her 21 years had Tucholsky propelled a ball over a fence, so she did not have her home run trot in order, gazing in awe, missing first base. When she turned back to touch the bag, her right knee buckled, and she went down, crying and crawling back to first base.
“…The Western Oregon coach made sure no teammates touched Tucholsky, which would have automatically made her unable to advance. The umpires ruled that if Tucholsky could not make it around the bases, two runs would score but she would be credited with only a single.
“Then Mallory Holtman, the powerful first baseman for Central Washington, said words that brought a chill to everybody who heard them:
“‘Excuse me, would it be OK if we carried her around and she touched each bag?’”
The umpires said there was no rule against it, so Holtman and another player from Central Washington, Liz Wallace, picked up Tucholsky and physically touched her good leg to each base. Tucholsky was credited with a three-base home run. This was an away-game for Western Oregon. The act left the stands in tears, and aided Western Oregon to win the double-header against Central Washington.
Holtman and Wallace, and the rest of the Central Washington team, didn’t know Tucholsky from Adam. They just knew the right thing to do. “She hit it over the fence,” Holtman said. “She deserved it. Anybody would have done it. I just beat them to it.”
The question is: would anyone have done it?
The second, and possibly more pertinent question is: Why isn’t this story on the front page of every national and international newspaper? Why isn’t this story presented on every news station as a shining example of what Americans are capable of? Why did I have to hear about it third-hand from a coaching CD made for chiropractors (thank you to Bob Hoffman, D.C., of The Master’s Circle Master Talk – August ’08, by the way) nine month’s later?
The fact is, I believe we all have an innate sense of right and fairness, but we are rarely presented with that face in our present media-driven environment. Because we are not, we rarely give ourselves the chance to answer the first question: Would anyone have done it?
Most of us would certainly like to think so. We would all like to see ourselves as the noble hero that gives of ourselves for something bigger than who we think we are – that we ultimately stand for what is right, and act from what is the right thing to do.
However, we are rarely presented with such wonderful people in our media…such individuals who suddenly come shining through and present themselves as the wonderful inner heroes we would like to be ourselves.
Instead, we are fed daily courses of horror, violence and subhuman actions until we think that this is the way people are. Because of cynical representations of all class structures in our movies, and violence-driven news coverage in our media, we have created a culture in which American parents, myself included, have left us simultaneously with a horrible suspicion of the neighbors in our immediate environment and the dreadful, overwhelming certainty that there is not a thing we can do about the state of affairs – that it seems just too big a problem.
We need stories like Tucholsky’s experience with Western Oregon’s women’s baseball team, and all stores that present tangible examples of strong and noble action, to be at least as prominent as all the stories of terror, murder, and unfortunate circumstance in all aspects of our lives.
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Ironically, in the best sense, Captains Sully and Skiles came along to support my position on strong and noble thought and action. Hats off to the ladies and gents of America who stand for right action and living a life of honor.
It is our environment that governs our physiology and psychology. As a doctor, I am prescribing that, until the media and popular entertainment culture understand the value of boosting the moral of our citizenry, we all curtail our intake of news stories to the bare-bones necessity level – not to turn on our TV with the morning coffee or to switch it off right before we go to bed – until there are clear indications that the news is covering stories of kindness and generosity, honor and strength at least as often as they cover the terror and sadness that seems to sell papers.
We collectively, with our fear and our cynicism, add to the fire in which we find ourselves. If we make a point to cooperatively remind ourselves that, basically, we all are trying to live our lives as the best people we can be, our parasympathetic levels will rise at once and we will show mercy and goodness for no other reason than that it is the right thing to do. This will translate into a more fertile physical and spiritual environment in which our children and we can develop aspects that are downright godlike with compassion.
We can start with a phone call to our news media, an e-mail to their web sites, or a web commentary each time we see an act of goodness and kindness. Let our media know we care about the good things! One by one, let’s let them know that good news is of interest, and could quite possibly be as profitable, if not more, as war and misery.
It is up to us whether or not we live in fear or fascination – horror or humble gratefulness. Let’s make our environment fertile with celebration so that we can express ourselves to our fullest.
I love you all.
Dr. Claire Fitzpatrick
The Body Electric
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged chiropractic, environment, green living, health, wellness on January 2, 2009| 1 Comment »
I was watching “The Twilight Zone” marathon on the Sci Fi channel this evening with my daughter. An episode came on that tugged at my memory and heart: “I Sing the Body Electric.”
I wasn’t much concerned with the episode, which is not giving as much credit to Ray Bradbury’s writings as I would otherwise like. Rather, it was the Walt Whitman poem I hadn’t thought about in years, not since my undergraduate years as an English major at UNCW:
(from Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman)
I SING the Body electric;
The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them;
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul.
Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves;
And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?
And if the body does not do as much as the Soul?
And if the body were not the Soul, what is the Soul?
Whitman had on the nose in 1855 what we as a scientific body and society are only beginning to embrace now: that the body is not an object to be defiled. It is, in fact, an energetic expression of our soul’s mission here — and if we defile our body, we defile our souls.
Whitman was not talking about baseless morality — rather, a denial of the wonders of the natural world starting with appreciation of the one and only apparatus that will carry us through our life experience this time around.
When we look in a mirror and say to ourselves, “ugh, I’m so flabby…I’m so old…I’m so plain-looking,” that is the very definition of defiling. When we stuff ourselves with pseudo-food and ply our symptoms of illness with artificial chemical compounds, we are defiling ourselves. When we refuse to correct the subluxations we collect in our spines and bodies with senseless excuses like, “‘Chiropractic doesn’t work.” or, ” My doctor told me chiropractic wasn’t a real science, that it wouldn’t help me,” or, “I don’t like to go to anyone for help,” we are defiling ourselves.
I sing the body electric! I’ve made it my life’s mission to sing the body electric! I am called to arms by my brothers and sisters to never leave them alone until I help them undefile themselves through the art, science and intelligence of chiropractic!
If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred,
And the glory and sweet of a man, is the token of manhood untainted;
And in man or woman, a clean, strong, firm-fibred body, is beautiful as the most beautiful face.
Have you seen the fool that corrupted his own live body? or the fool that corrupted her own live body?
For they do not conceal themselves, and cannot conceal themselves.
O my Body! I dare not desert the likes of you in other men and women, nor the likes of the parts of you;
I believe the likes of you are to stand or fall with the likes of the Soul, (and that they are the Soul…)
It is my firm belief that the body is the temple in which the soul comes to worship life. I believe we are in the midst of an exxagerated corruption cycle, in which we are pushing the very limits of nature with our contempt of ourselves.
As a planetary body, we have nothing but contempt for our environment. We exhaust the earth in our quest for her resources, we terrorize the countryside with war machines of our own making, we throw sophisticated waste into the belly and bloodstream of our mother, stuffing her with chemicals she never intended to create and has no means of digesting…we treat the earth the way we treat ourselves!
I am a chiropactor on a mission, and it is a very personal mission. I want this planet’s hospitable habitat to exist for my child and her children. I order to make that happen, I have to do everything in my power to help us embrace the body of the earth the way we embrace our own bodies.
The way I see it, we don’t do the latter any better than we do the former.
Enough! We must all sing the body electric! We must all embrace the sacred truth of our lives and our connection with the earth and all our creature brethren. We must stop the psychotic hatred and contempt of ourselves, of our species, of other species, of our planet, of our very existence!
And it starts hand by hand. One pair of hands on another’s body, to help them clear themselves of the interference they have collected in their lives, to clear themselves of the pain of living so they can appreciate the ecstatic pleasure of life!
I have started this blog as a cry of pain and a cry of love. I will be sharing with you the symptoms of our dis-ease in our world, and the underlying causes of our dis-ease. I will be sharing the Truth of healing, and the beauty of the reconnection with the divine through connection with each other and our world.
Enjoy! For the love of the gods, for your children, and for yourselves, enjoy!
The curious sympathy one feels, when feeling with the hand the naked meat of the body,
The circling rivers, the breath, and breathing it in and out,
The beauty of the waist, and thence of the hips, and thence downward toward the knees,
The thin red jellies within you, or within me—the bones, and the marrow in the bones,
The exquisite realization of health;
O I say, these are not the parts and poems of the Body only, but of the Soul,
O I say now these are the Soul!