Australia News Crew Saved Baby Winnie from the Ruin of Haiti
Australian news crew Channel 7 rescued 18-month old baby Winnie. A heart-wrenching rescue that gives Haiti its much deserved hope.
Haiti needs your help!
“In helping others, we shall help ourselves, for whatever good we give out completes the circle and comes back to us.” ~Flora Edward~
To donate to the RED CROSS, please text the word HAITI to 90999 from your mobile phone. You donation is tax deductible and will be reflected on your phone bill.
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Thank you so much for your generosity!
A Decade of Doris
It’s five minutes past midnight here in Los Angeles, on the last day of the decade, very early morning on Thursday, December 31, 2009. From the comfort of my two-bedroom West LA apartment, in the quietude of the evening, I am honored to write the final Compendium article for 2009, as I, without a moment of hurry, bid adieu to a decade I have been blessed to journey, savoring its last sweetness one more time.
My stories, the entire decade of it, perhaps run parallel with yours. Mine have been a story of lost, a story of victorious moments, of betrayal and of courage, of mistakes made and lessons learned, of discovering how to love, and learning how to let go, of striving to be a better person, of forgiveness and admiration, of acceptance, of prayers and of faith, of being and of becoming, of grammatical errors and new vocabularies.
At the beginning of the decade, I was freshly anointed as a college drop-out. To make matter worst, I was a college drop-out without a car! I left the hallways of San Francisco State U, packed all my finance and business law textbooks, and boarded United en route to Los Angeles.
The lack of bachelorhood accreditation from a university was never an intimidating factor for me. I knew then that my self worth rises above and goes beyond any paper can dictate.
I applied for my very first job and scored a sales position with Rampage clothing store inside the fancy Beverly Center mall. I would take the Metro bus from Santa Monica to Hollywood, wearing a B.U.M Equipment sweatshirt, tennis shoes and no make up. Unattractiveness attracted zero attention, and resulted in coming home safely.
I always arrived 30 minutes early and would use the restroom on the second floor above the pet store religiously to change from B.U.M outfit to mall high fashion. My job paid $9/hr – they went straight to rent and outstanding bills. I was not a good sales person. I ran away from clients, I was too afraid at the idea that they might ask me a question I do not have an answer of. I did not know how to sell. I was, however, excellent at putting tried-on clothes back to the racks. After 4 months at Rampage, I voluntarily left, after they blatantly cut my hours to 4 hours a week. I left with a pile of Spring/Summer clothes and a lesson in mall high fashion – Beverly Hills style! I retired my B.U.M and my Metro pass. I wanted to do more and dreamed better dreams for myself.
Luckily, not long after that, I came across an ad in Monstertrak.com, a job search engine for students, for a clerical position at a law firm in Century City. I had bribed a Santa Monica College student to release the school password so I could access a database of jobs offered only to Santa Monica College students at that time.
I interviewed and was offered the position. I moved from mall level 4, to 17th floor of one of LA’s famous skyscrapers, sharing elevators with Hugo Boss and Armani-caped lawyers in Century City.
I ended my 3 year tenure to accept a better paying job as a personal assistant to a billionaire’s ex wife/producer wannabe/failed actress. I stayed there for 2 years, started off as an assistant, and at my departure I delivered the company’s first ever animation/cartoon pilot programming for television for Asia distribution. I was wrongfully terminated because I rejected to be part of my boss’s ill-insurance scheme.
What followed after was a job at a wellness company where I successfully transformed a mom & pop local operation’s meek five-figure revenue, into an international establishment with Asia Pacific distribution that launches the company into a six-figure revenue-generating enterprise with open doors to the Raffles and Ritz Carlton chains, and a secure distribution into the Philippines. I was fired for being adamant about the 15% sales commission I was promised, instead of the unfair 2.5% I was given. Relentless with my pursuit, I was met with a 2-week severance paycheck.
My decade has seen me with money and without, I have lived off of 33 cents a pack instant noodle for months, had to carry 2 3-gallon drinking water so heavy in both hands, and walked blocks from the bus stop to home. My decade has been adorned by sleeping with the boss, getting my first Toyota car, lost my Toyota, getting a civic, dating a Charlz, kissing an Abe, flirting with a Steven, sailing a boat, crying over a Joe, satiating my ego candy with a beemer, car accident, chemical burn on my face, robbed at knife point, robbed at gunpoint, bitch-slapped by a homeless, kissed a firefighter, too many bad dates and empty ‘I’ll call you!’ promises, called my date Louie when his name is really Andrew, office affair, saved a dog, Atkins diet, master cleanse, see food diet, fell in love, fell out of love, told myself not to fall in love, repeatedly failing at following my own advice to not fall in love.
My decade placed me at that Rampage clothing store so I may learn that often times ‘good clothes open all doors.’ It put me in Century City, the playground of love and lust so I may distinguish the difference and amuse in both. It put me to work for a production company, an environment I was not familiar with and taught me that the key to success was to ask a lot of questions all the way to the top. I learned that in all you do, from your spoken words and written, honor will determine how high you soar.
This decade has taught me the powerful effect of kindness and compassion. That when you help others move one step ahead, the universe shifts you two steps forward.
Despite the occasional hiccups and tumultous journey, I am in constant gratitude that this decade has transformed my pain into my passion. That it finds me worthy to fulfill my own life’s calling and purpose. That it miraculously put me in places, situations and encounters that compelled me to learn, take advantage of, grow and multiply the reckoning and wisdom of such circumstances.
When I walked out of San Francisco U, never in a million years would I ever have imagined that I would be running a company that sells ‘Love’. The philosophy of “good clothes open all doors” was then reflected on the design of ALCHEMIST products and services, every materials and angles and curvature of our design are thought of with the same philosophy in mind. That the same love and lust I learned in Century City becomes the vein and playing ground for ALCHEMIST today.
For the new year, my wish for you is this:
That you always have someone to share tea with; that you lead your lives not to satisfy your ego candy but rejoice in your own fabulous truthful self, that you carry out your heart’s passion – money always follows where the heart leads, that of 20 people who said ‘this can’t be done’ , you find 1 person that propels you forward and say ‘this can.’ ; that you find bliss in coming home; that you always find gratitude in kneeling down and looking up; that you are happy often and frequent.
As I sit here, on the same chair I got from Target and at the same desk where I wrote most of my dreams at the beginning of the decade, I marvel at the journey I’ve had and a destination I’ve arrived! What a decade!
And now, as I close this decade, with 13 colored folders of new projects and endeavors stacked up next to me, a ream of thank-you notes from strangers and friends, old photos of good times, on this very same desk, I dream another dream for me.
The best is yet to come.
Happy New Year … from my heart to yours!
CNN HEROES: Captain Budi Soehardi
CNN has picked up the amazing story of Singapore Airlines pilot Captain Budi Soehardi’s story. This remarkable man founded an orphanage and fund it with his own salary. The Roslin Orphanage houses 45 kids all arrived from neighboring war-ravaged West Timor. He has managed to send one of his orphans to medical school, aside from sending his own 3 kids for higher education in Australia.
The Roslin Orphanage is not open to adoption. I had the honor of asking Captain Budi, and he expressed his sincere intention to raise these kids himself to be the man and woman they ought to be and raise the living standard of their community.
To read about Captain Budi Soehardi’s story and his wonderful orphanage, click here >> CNN HERO: CAPTAIN BUDI SOEHARDI
After 11 years, Singapore Airlines is not renewing Captain Budi Soehardi’s contract. It will expire at the end of November. Please join me in writing a petition to reinstate Captain Budi’s position as senior pilot.
Email it to Mr. Stephen Lee, Chairman of Singapore Airlines:
Public_Affairs@singaporeair.com.sg
I did!!! See Below:
I also invite you to vote for Captain Budi on
CNN HEROES:
Kseniya Simonova – From Ukraine With Love!
Kseniya Simonova is a Ukranian artist who uses her talent and passion to tell a story of Germany’s invasion and occupation of the Ukraine during WWII.
Equipped with enough sand, a light box and dramatic music, the hands of this sand animation artist will transport you to witness love lost, love endured and love triumph.
I invite you to look into her sandbox, brought to you from Ukraine, with love!
Next Week,
we’ll voice our support for a
Singapore Airline Pilot
and his exemplary humanitarian work!
Stay tuned …
we’ll see you on Thursday Nov 5!
A Lesson in Love from Fury Friends
Next week, we’ll take you to Ukraine …
Stay tuned and we’ll see you on Thursday 10/29!
The Ripple Effect of Kindness
A couple of weeks ago, our co-worker Roxi lost her entire 2-weeks of pay. She had gone to the bank and cashed in her entire paycheck. On her trip to 7-11, she dropped her wallet in the parking lot and lost her month’s rent and grocery money for her barren refrigerator.
DeeAnn, our friend/co-worker, decided that it would be a good idea if we all chip in the best we can towards the Roxi Fund so our troubled friend can pay her rent and can afford to feed herself for the next two weeks. She remembered how this past Christmas, she had lost $600 just a week before Christmas and how the same co-workers decided to band together and pitch in money to raise or even attempted to come close to the money DeeAnn lost. They came close. DeeAnn had a good Christmas last year. Who would have thought that 9 months later, our friend DeeAnn had the opportunity to pay forward the exact same kindness bestowed on her that Christmas week.
Almost all of the people at work, some themselves have financial hardship and barely surviving their lifestyle of living paycheck to paycheck, contributed the best they could. Their five dollars, ten dollars and twenties grew strength in numbers. We raised $435 that day for our dear friend Roxi, and our act of kindness was reciprocated with tears of disbelief and gratitude, and later on, a tray of home-baked delicious brownies!
At the beginning of the Roxi Fund, I had doubt that we will be able to collect enough to even pay for her lunch. There were only three people committed to contribute to the Roxi Fund on day 1. I work with people who earn very low salary, I doubt they will even consider $1, much less $10.
One co-worker had just come back from 2 weeks of absence, meaning, she’s broke as broke can be. Another just abandoned their home which lost its value when the real estate crashed. One delivery guy had to work night shift as a valet to support his son in medical school and a daughter in Berkeley studying civil engineering. One girl just crashed and totaled her car in an accident. Another has to split her Subway sandwich so her son can eat the other half for lunch when school’s out. And then there is Roxi. The odds are not in our favor. My hope was on the $100 and an itty bitty chance Roxi’s landlord will grant her rent extension.
However, if push comes to shove, then we were going to execute Brenda’s idea of doing a car wash in her ‘hood in the Valley at 100 degree weather. (I gave her the evil look for proposing this idea!)
I underestimated the ripple effect of kindness. I find that, Kindness, much like its fourth-cousin, Yawning, is VERY contagious!
I remember a story about a poor, young journalist who asked Mother Teresa how he can save the world with the little money he had. Mother Teresa then picked up a dollar coin and held it up so the young journalist can see, and said to him: “A dollar in human is nothing, but a dollar in God, is everything.”
I never knew that a lesson in faith strikes so close to home. It began with $40 from a girl who just totaled her car a day prior, then faith took over and multiplied.
Tomorrow, the journey of kindness continues.
Red Bull Soapbox Race @ Downtown 9/26
I love team sports! I certainly will love THIS team sports with all the LOLs in me.
The RED BULL Soapbox Race is happening in Downtown LA – 5th & Grand, this Saturday!!!
Red Bull Soapbox Race is a national race for amateur drivers, which is fueled by creativity and competitive fun – not to mention the need for speed. This unique non-motorized racing event challenges both experienced racers and amateurs alike to design and build outrageous, human-powered soapbox dream machines and compete against the clock in a downhill race.
You oughtta be there! It’s going to be HILARIOUS!!! Whooohooo! I am rooting for Team Moustachios and Team Dorm Livin’! Go Team!!!!!!
For more information on how to get there:
Oh baby, baby!
As you all know by now, I am obsessed with black + white photos. I came across an article recently about a very talented photographer named Tracy Raver, whose passion involves capturing the stillness of a baby sleeping with her camera.
As a newly annointed aunt (my best friend Wenda just gave birthday to little Aubrey), I find that looking at pictures of baby sleeping, is like meditating with your eyes open. It rewards the soul in multitude.
I invite you to take a look at the amazing work of Tracy Raver and the stillness of the sleeping babies on her website www.tracyraver.com
It’s LOBSTERFEST at Port of Los Angeles!
I love lobsters – from bisque to straight from its shells, boiled, grilled any way you want to serve it, I am game!
Port of Los Angeles is back to hosting this year’s LOBSTERFEST.
Will I see you there?
Friday Sep 18 – Sunday Sep 20
@ Port of Los Angeles
(20 mins from Downtown LA)
