Tuesday, July 26, 2022

The Real Problem

The Real Problem

Can Religious / Spiritual Leaders Help?

[I wrote this blog in October 2020. It shows my hope for what religion and spirituality can accomplish.]

As I virtually attended High Holiday services, I often found myself thinking that the religious community, especially religious leaders, is the biggest hope for helping our nation fix the horrific and devastating divide we are facing. We need help learning to listen, understand, and have compassion for each other. We must stop thinking that compromising equates to losing. We must find solutions that bring peace to an overwhelming majority of us.

Like most people I know, I continue to be horrified by how President Trump expresses racism, sexism, xenophobia, ableism, and a lack of civility. We are saddened watching hard-fought laws, roles, and responsibilities being overturned. We are petrified imagining what he may do if he has another term, and we are working diligently to see that the Biden-Harris team wins the election. However, I fear that we are ignoring the real problem.

Throughout the last four years, I believe that the President has been opening our eyes and seeing how unhappy people are with their lives and U.S. policies. Polls show that regardless of what he says or does, about 40% of the populace still supports him. While this may not be a majority, it is a significant number of people. Why are people so unhappy? Why do so many people support him, and why are almost all Republican legislators in Congress backing him? Throughout his administration, we focused so much on our dislike of the President’s character, rhetoric, and harmful policies, that we ignored the real problem.

Laws are valuable and necessary to protect people’s rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Roles and responsibilities can help us be safe,  guard our civil rights, ensure that all children get a good education, set accessibility standards, provide adequate and affordable health-care-for-all, etc. Laws cannot change attitudes. Until a super-majority of people agree to a  set of principles or at least ones we can comfortably live with, we will continue to experience the U.S’s terrible and disruptive bipartisanship. We cannot develop these principles by ourselves. Politicians have shown their inability to help us. Can we seek religious and spiritual communities’ assistance?

I look to my Jewish community, clergy,  family, and friends from all religions and spiritual beliefs for moral guidance and support. I appreciate how ancestral religious leaders passed along stories and moral views that enabled their followers to live good lives in an ever-changing society. Now we need leaders from many religions and spiritual groups, including the most conservatives to the extreme progressives, and everything in-between, to collaborate on a set of principles that doesn’t violate their groups’ beliefs while enabling us to live harmoniously.

            Please let me know what you think about this idea. How can we start the process? 

Welcome 2021!

Welcome 2021!

Goodbye, 2020! What a year this has been! A 20-20 on an eye chart exam indicates perfect eyesight. I thought 2020 would be a year of clear vision. I never imagined the sadness, distrust, isolation, and destruction the world had to endure to be able to see.

Sure, there were terrific things that happened this year. It was thrilling being at Sundance and seeing people's overwhelmingly positive response after watching Crip Camp. Hearing David tell me that the life-changing movie was a moment I will never forget. Watching David mature and work diligently and realistically on his career path was another year's highlight. I got a new appreciation for my attendants' hard work for Denise and me. Thank you Taylor, Jessica, Shoshana, and most importantly, Luciana! Unquestionably, the most significant aspect of the year realized the unending and loving support Denise gave to me.

Before this year, I never imagined how quickly the world could change. With all the pandemics, hurricanes, and fires, nature continued teaching us the importance of listening to science and working diligently and quickly on climate change. The coronavirus affects almost every part of people's lives on every continent. A shout-out of appreciation must get to hospital workers, first responders, scientists, and all people who continued working to receive what we needed to survive. 

This year's presidential election caused more anxiety in me than any other election thus far. President Trump continued unveiling how rampant racism, xenophobia, classism, sexism, ableism, and disregard for science still exist in this country. The thought of four more years of the Trump administration was frightening.    

Like many people I know, I have enormous hope for 2021. As the pandemic ends, we have an unprecedented opportunity to create a 'new norm.' We can create a society where healthcare-for-all, including Independent Living Services for all, is the norm. Imagine a world where everyone has food, clothing, shelter, education, and the physical and emotional support they need to survive and thrive. Visualized nations where everyone gets respected for who they are and can live up to their potential. In this new era, focusing on saving the earth from climate change must be a priority. Hoping, imagining, praying, and visualizing are not enough. Now is the time to plan and commit ourselves to act to the best of our ability to improve the 'new norm'.

 I wish you and your family and friends a Happy New Year filled with good health and lots of joy.

Go! Go! Go!  

 

Letter To My Father - 2021-04-01

Letter To My Father - 2021-04-01

 

Dear Daddy,

 You died 42 years ago today. I think about you every day. You are still the most admired man, and I model my life after you. When you died, I thought about writing letters to you monthly to let you know what was happening. Alas, this is the first letter.

 Remember how impressed you were with people who were executives of big businesses, especially banks? You thought they were brilliant and rich. I may not be brilliant, but in many ways, I am rich. In 2009, after almost 30 years, I retired from Wells Fargo, one of the world's largest banks.

 The most obvious way I am rich is by having a great family like you! You taught me to be active in the world but remember that the people who will always love me are my family and lifelong friends who know the real you. Denise and I married in 1983. I met her at the Carolians, the Saturday afternoon recreation program we attended. We have great friends, including Judy Heumann. You always admired her for how well she spoke. She became the most famous and well-respected disability activist in the world.

 Judy, Denise and I are in a film called Crip Camp. It's about how Camp Jened showed us that everyone, regardless of disability, has value. I hear you wondering why they call it 'Crip Camp?'. Jim Lebrecht, one of the two directors and producers, wanted people to know that the film is not the typical heartwarming movie about people with disabilities. We will know if Crip Camp wins an Academy Award in a few weeks. Don't worry. It won't go to my head. I remember how you hated any of us being in the limelight.

 Probably the most critical event in my life happened when I was three. Doctors suggested that you and Mom put me in an institution. You visited the hospital. I vividly remember how horrified and disgusted you were when you returned. You saw children sitting lifelessly in wheelchairs. There were babies in cribs that had fetuses. Everyone looked malnourished. Not realizing that you could decline the doctors' recommendation, you sent Mommy, Eta, and Steve to Florida and told the doctors that because of them, we ran away. We returned nine months later. The doctors never again mentioned it.

 Your visit to the institution was when I knew I wanted to adopt a child with a disability. On the first date Denise and I had in 1982, she and I discussed my desire to adopt. On January 23, 1987, which would have been your birthday, Denise received a call from a stranger in St. Louis telling her that there was a baby who may need to be adopted. The baby was supposed to be adopted by a couple in St.Louis, but when they heard that he might have a disability, they decided not to adopt him. Denise called me at work, sounding freaked out. When she said the baby was born six weeks earlier, I knew he was our son.

 We named the baby David Jacob Jacobson. Yes, I wanted to call him Jack in your memory, but Denise and I have difficulty saying words with a 'J' in them. You would have loved him. He was the best baby I ever knew. He almost always smiled. When he cried, it was because he needed something. He's 34 now and still a great kid, very kind, gentle, and always there if we need help. He's a great chef, although you might think it's what you called 'foofoo.'

 Daddy, I always wanted to be like you. Mommy always received credit for me being successful. Indeed, she did most of the work regarding my therapy and exercises. She advocated for my education and ensured that I had everything I needed. You showed me how to live well and enjoy everything life offers.

 You always said that since you survived the Holocaust, you would be happy the rest of your life. You would come home from work every evening. When you got out of the car, the kids on the block gathered around you as you teased them, made them laugh, and then gave them candy. You always had a joke and made people smile. Sure, you got angry once in a while and started screaming and banging the table. We always knew that when you calmed down that it was over. You never carried a grudge.

 My self-confidence comes from you. You warned me that people might think that because of my disability, people will believe that I am stupid, pitiful, and dreadful to see. You told me that occasionally you saw me that way. You instructed me not to worry about other people's thoughts and to forge ahead.

 One of your biggest sources of pride was your grocery store. You bragged that a Jew from the old country owned the biggest Italian delicatessen in Brooklyn, including the sticky cheeses hanging down from the ceiling. Seeing you stand proudly in your store wearing a white apron is the image I remember the most.

 I was amazed that someone who only went to kindergarten and came to the U.S. not knowing English could become as financially stable as you. My appreciation for the need to save and to never spend more than have you stayed with me. I remember how you had me sit with you at the desk in the dining room once a month as you paid bills. Semi-annually you brought home a large paper bag of coupons. You put me on the floor, poured out the coupons, and had me sort them by the originating manufacturer of the product. The manufacturer could reimburse your store. Your simple formula to save 10% and give 10% to charity has proven more helpful than anything I learned in the MBA program.

 You always hated when Steve or I cried. I don't think I ever apologized for that awful summer I spent at the New York State Rehabilitation Hospital in Haverstraw. Every weekend I'd start bawling from when I left the hospital on Friday evenings until you brought me back there on Sunday. The scariest day in our lives is probably that Sunday in August. We were returning to Haverstraw, and I was crying at the top of my lungs. You pulled off the road and went for a walk next to a lake. When you returned, you told me that you considered killing yourself. I am sincerely sorry for that. You never knew that at that hospital; instead of learning how to walk, the nurses and other patients taught me about the hierarchy of disabilities. Nurses would pick straws. Whoever picked the shortest straw got stuck feeding me. Patients with paraplegia often threw me off the toilet, telling me that people with Cerebral Palsy should not be there. I also had to go to counseling, where the doctor told me not to study law because of my speech impairment. They also told me to be prepared that my friends would soon leave me and go away to college.

 Daddy, I can you hear you saying, 'Why are you hocken mir ein chonik (Yiddish for 'telling me so much)? It happened long ago. Get over it. Move on!'

 You never liked speaking about yourself. When I was a young child, Mommy would take me for a walk on Mermaid Ave. She told me everything, including how she grew up, how the Nazis took her and her mom to Auschwitz, how being a pretty teenager saved her mother's life one time but not the next, and much more.

 Everything I know about you I learned from Mommy or my cousins. I wanted to hear your stories from you. I vividly remember a Sunday when you came to Hofstra by yourself. I was so excited to finally have the chance to ask you all my questions about your past.

 We went off-campus for dinner. You insisted that we talk about Mommy, Eta, Steve, your store, and my classes. You didn't give me a chance to ask my questions. As you pushed me in my wheelchair back to my dorm, I was scared that I was blowing this opportunity to get to know your history. When we got near the dorm, you came in front of me, shook my hand for the first time, and said, 'Neilie, I am proud of you.' As he left, I went to my room and busted into tears. I realized that my Dad and I knew each other in ways that talking cannot express.

 Perhaps the most important thing I learned from you is not to be scared of death but to fulfill your life purpose. When the time comes for you to go, go quickly.

 The mid-1960s were when people throughout the country were protesting against the Vietnam War, demanding civil rights for marginalized minority groups. The sense that everyone wanted to make the world better. One evening, around the dinner table, I asked you what your purpose in this life was. I expected some socially-minded answer that had to do with you being a Holocaust survivor. Instead, you told me that your goal was to see Eta, Steve, and I grow up, move out of the house, and be OK. In 1979, after my sister, brother, and I lived on our own, you had a heart attack, drove yourself to the hospital, and died. I am, however, comforted knowing that you lived and passed away your way. Every day, I dearly miss you.

 Daddy, I love you! I'm sure you will understand that I look forward to being with you soon, but not too soon. 

Health-Care-for-All

Health-Care-for-All

April 2021

It’s time to ensure that healthcare-for-all includes long-term community-based support services for all, regardless of income or assets. Long-term support services include personal assistant services, ongoing therapies, maintenance medication, and durable medical equipment.

After retiring from Wells Fargo, I strongly advocated changing Supplemental Security Income (SSI) and the Social Security Disability Insurance (SSDI) so that people with disabilities can find employment without fearing losing the products and services needed to survive. Several years ago, I realized that I was wrong. In The Real Problem blog, I described my realization that Social Security should not be associated with healthcare. Social Security is designed to be a safety net for people who cannot work. Healthcare, including long-term support services, enables people to live their lives the best possible way.

Linking Social Security with healthcare perpetuates the stereotype that people with disabilities cannot work. Unquestionably there are cohorts whose disabilities and illness prevent them from gainful employment. Advocacy is needed to ensure they receive a livable income. However, we must delink this from the need for healthcare.

Quality, accessible, affordable healthcare, and long-term support services are not just disability issues. The Covid pandemic showed how dangerous, isolating, and heartbreaking institutionalization can be. Long-term support services will undoubtedly prevent many people with mental health disabilities from incarceration. We can reduce homelessness by providing people with the services they need.

Health care-for-all need not be single-payer and can be cost-effective. A Plan To Achieve Health-Care-For-All offers a brief, overly simplified example of how universal healthcare can also benefit the private sector. Disability advocates, healthcare providers, medical professionals, genealogists, economists, information technologists, and other stakeholders need to work together to develop a comprehensive program.

Community Living Support Services (CLSS) is a brief description of the type of enterprise needed to support community living. A for-profit social enterprise rather than a non-profit agency primarily so that entrepreneurs and investors partner with us in this transformation. The brief description explains why well capitalization is critical to its success. It’s also vital to have lobbyists for the medical, pharmaceutical, and long-term care facilities industries promoting community living.

With lessons learned from the pandemic, the economy’s reopening,  and the recognition of the need for a more inclusive and equitable society, we have a short window of opportunity to implement the healthcare we desperately need. Now is the time to ensure that people with disabilities can work and be as active as they want without fear of losing desperately needed services. Seniors should be able to enjoy their golden years with dignity in their chosen environment. People with mental health disabilities must receive the services they need instead of being homeless or incarcerated. Home Caregivers and attendants deserve compensation that is commensurate with the critical work they do.

Please let me know what you think of this proposal. Who is actively working on this? What next steps do you suggest? 

3 Wishes for 2022

As I think about 2022, there are many wishes I have. Obviously, the most important ones are that we all stay healthy, appreciate what we have, and treasure our friends. There are three wishes I have for our nation;

    Focus on what you want

    Seek win-win alternatives

    Remember and create tomorrow

 I am dismayed by how much we focus on what is wrong and what we don't want. I wish we would direct our time and energy on what we want. Quite often, I find that if I am unsuccessful at something,  it indicates that I am focused on the wrong thing.

My endeavors to change SSI/SSDI is an example of this. For many years many disability-rights advocates and I fought to change these systems so that people with disabilities can be employed without losing the services they need to survive. We were unsuccessful. Recently, I realized that we were advocating for the wrong thing. Social Security is supposed to be a safety net for people who cannot work. While there are people with disabilities who cannot work, most of us can work if we have the right products and services, such as wheelchair and personal assistant services. These long-term medical expenses are not safety net costs. They should be part of Home and Community-Based Services (HCBS) that are affordable to anyone that needs them.

Understanding the 'real problem' often leads to better answers.

My second wish is that we strive to find win-win alternatives. I am horrified by the partisanship that has paralyzed our country for decades. The segregation based on party affiliation seems to worsen each year regardless of which party has the majority status. While we discuss the need for compromise, we often think that compromises represent a lose-lose situation. We must change the paradigm and find ways both sides can achieve their goals.

The first step required to achieve one's goals is to understand what the goals really are. Here again, I often find that we don't understand our own needs and wants, let alone those of the people 'on the other side.' How often do we take the time to listen to the other side's needs and wants? Do we know why these desires are so important? How often do we enjoy – yes, enjoy – brainstorming ways all expectations can be met? Can we exchange creativity and innovation instead of immobility to move forward? Instead of frightening people about climate change or COVID, can we excite people about the new ways we are discovering to transform 'bad gases' into 'good gases,' or manipulating DNA to eradicate diseases, etc. Scaring people paralyzes us. Exciting people allow us to be open to new ideas.

My third wish is that instead of forgiving and forgetting, we strive to remember and create a better tomorrow. I am aware that I am a privileged, white, well-educated middle-class man living in a state where the government covers many disability-related expenses for people with developmental disabilities. Most people are not as lucky as I am. Unquestionably we need to know and be constantly reminded of the past travesties and those occurring today. My wish is that the reminders lead to how tomorrow can be better. We need more brainstorming, creativity, innovation, and hope.

I have great hopes for 2022. Let's have fun and Go-Go-Go!

UCP Conference Keynote - 5/4/2022

 

UCP Conference Keynote

May 4, 2022

 

Thank you for asking me to present at your conference. I was eight years old the last time I was asked to be on the stage at a UCP Conference. As my mother helped me up the steps to the stage, I began crying hysterically and was quickly whisked away. I hope to redeem myself.

I want to tell you that children with Cerebral Palsy do grow up, and some live long, productive, happy lives. I will be 70 years old at the end of this year. I learned a lot along the way, and today I want to break a few myths, offer unsolicited advice, and have some fun.

People listening to this presentation who know me from years ago may be surprised to see my communication assistant. Ten years ago, my spine compressed. I am now an official CP Spinal Compressed quad. Whereas Denise, my wife, and I only used 10 hours per week of personal assistant services for cooking and cleaning, we now have attendants 16 hours a day who help me with almost all of my activities of daily living.

UCP played a significant role during my childhood. They paid for a van to transport me to therapy sessions, where I received physical, occupational, and speech therapy twice a week. I was 'presented' twice a year at a meeting where medical students listened while a doctor examined me and prescribed new exercises and other ways to 'make me better.' I remember walking in front of the students wearing nothing except a diaper as the doctor described my gait using words that always had at least five syllables.

When I was four years old, the doctor suggested that I should be institutionalized. My parents are Holocaust survivors, and the doctor thought I was too much for them to handle. My father visited the institution and saw babies lying in hallways. He freaked out and told my mother to take my sister, brother, and me and stay with my aunt in Florida. He told the doctor my mother had left him because of his suggestion. When we returned, there was no talk about putting me away.

Besides teaching children with Cerebral Palsy how to speak as clearly as they can, speech therapists need to teach how to keep listeners engaged. Having a speech impairment is unquestionably the most challenging aspect of my disability. Speech therapy was helpful not because of the exercises but because my speech therapists insisted I speak in complete sentences. I had a bad habit of grunting and using half words. My first debate was with my speech teacher about whether makeup should be taxed. I knew I won that debate when her last comeback was that I would change my mind when I was older. Most of my 'non-verbal' friends prefer using a letter-board instead of an expensive, state-of-the-art augmentative communication device. They say that with the letter-board, listeners stay engaged by reading the letters instead of just waiting for the entire word to be typed and read aloud.

Occupational therapy was also helpful not because of the exercises but because my occupational therapists were creative and ingenious. They came up with new ways to do what I wanted to do. They were the first professionals who convinced me there is always a way. If therapists were entrepreneurs, they would call the gadgets  'innovative technology.'

Knowing that my career is primarily in the information technology field and my advocacy is with the Disability Movement, many people request that I evaluate the assistive technology they developed. My first question to them is always how can the general public use your device? The main difference between an assistive device and an innovative invention is the market size. If the general public uses a device, people with disabilities are more likely to know it exists, know how to use it, and be able to afford it. The inventor will have more money to maintain and upgrade the gadget. One of my favorite examples is texting. People who are deaf or hard of hearing have been texting for decades on expensive, clunky TTYs. Today the whole world texts.

As I age, my ability to speak and type has deteriorated. I am highly interested in brain-computer interfaces enabling people to think and have a computer speak or type their thoughts. The UCP Research Foundation is working on this, and so is Google. I hope the Foundation and Google collaborate. If the general public use brain-computer interfaces, so will people with Cerebral Palsy.

Growing up in the 1950s, I liked physical therapy the least. There was an obsession with walking. Walking was synonymous with 'being normal,' regardless of how fast you walked, what you looked like, or how tired you were afterward. Unfortunately, this obsession is still around. I've watched a few webinars about new advances in therapies for children with cerebral palsy in the last few years. I cried watching kids walking in parallel bars, wearing exoskeletons as their young parents looked longingly at their precious child struggling to take a step.

As a child, I wondered why walking was so important. Sure many architectural barriers make using wheelchairs difficult, but society can remove these barriers, improving the environment for everyone. I was 32 years old before I learned that walking was a biological advantage. When Denise and I tried to get pregnant, we learned that people who sit all day, for example, truck drivers, are sometimes infertile due to their testicles getting overheated. There are always ways around barriers. Truck drivers sit on ice. Denise and I adopted a wonderful baby.

The danger of having physical therapists focus on walking is that I associate exercises with pain and failure instead of fun and a way to feel good. In the documentary Crip Camp, I quipped that the counselor that gave me kissing lessons was the best PT I ever had. The reality is that my body only feels good during sex. Many studies have shown that most people who become paralyzed would choose sex rather than walking. Isn't it time we change our therapeutic priority?

I want to switch gears and talk about the employment of people with disabilities, which has been my advocacy focus. We have fought for and succeeded in passing and implementing many anti-discrimination in the last forty years. Millions of dollars are spent annually by government and not-for-profit agencies working diligently to improve the employment rate of people with disabilities. Many incentive programs exist to persuade employers to hire this cohort, remove them from SSI/SSDI rolls, and lift them out of poverty. Many incentive programs entice SSI/SSDI recipients to find employment. Despite these efforts, the employment rate of people with disabilities continues to be pitifully low, with a 2021 employment rate of just 19.1%. Most households with disabled members live in poverty. We believe a significant reason for this is the ongoing need for Medicare and Medicaid.

SSI/SSDI is our country’s safety net. An income replacement system enables people to live when they cannot participate in substantial gainful work. Undeniably, some people with disabilities need SSI/SSDI. Regardless of our ability to work, we all need good, affordable, and accessible healthcare throughout our lives. We also may need good, affordable, and accessible long-term services and supports(LTSS). Healthcare and LTSS are not part of a safety net. They are part of our civil rights. We must acknowledge that LTSS are also part of civil rights.

I am starting a campaign to ask Congress to immediately undertake a detailed study, including a financial impact / cost-benefit analysis and a migration roadmap for decoupling SSI/SSDI from Medicare/Medicaid. I surmise that this decoupling will be cost-effective and enable many people with disabilities to seek employment. Your support of this campaign is crucial.

Denise and I are fortunate to live in California, where Regional Centers pay for all healthcare and LTSS for people with developmental disabilities regardless of income or assets and define Cerebral Palsy as a developmental disability. Denise and I always planned to need more personal assistant services as we age. We never imagined that it would cost as much as it does. We should replicate the California Regional Centers model in all states for all disabilities.

We often hear that employers won't hire people with disabilities and that workplace discrimination exists. My experience is that most businesses are more ready for us than we are for them. A key to my success is taking the responsibility to make my employers and colleagues feel OK about me and that I must fit in. Assuming this responsibility gives me the power to control the situation. Thinking that other people need to be more understanding and accommodating relinquishes my power to them. Politically, I aggressively fight to break down barriers. In my personal life, I always find ways around obstacles.

In one-on-one meetings and giving presentations to people who don't know me, I often start by saying, 'for a few minutes, you might not understand what the hell I'm saying. I know that I have a terrible New York accent.

When I worked at Wells Fargo, I often attended meetings where no one knew me. As I rolled into the meeting, the tension in the room became intense. When I began speaking, people's anxieties increased. I enjoyed watching the tension dissipate as we discussed business and technical issues. I often feel that the business community accepts me more than many other communities.

Speaking about feeling accepted, I learned the true meaning of that feeling from my son when he was a baby. Since Denise took care of him all day while I worked, I had night duty. When David woke up hungry at 2 am, he didn't ask if I could get up and warm a bottle. David didn't ask if I was too tired or if I would do it. He made no assumptions as to what I could or could not do. David just cried and demanded his bottle. When he needed his diaper changed, and when I was around, he insisted that I do the honors regardless of who was available. That's acceptance!

Here are a few suggestions. First, please read Denise's book 'The Question of David.' It's about how we adopted and raised David and is available on Amazon.

Second, please look at Abilicorp.com, where I describe my newest venture, The Abilicorp Foundation, whose mission is to initiate and promote Disabled Owned Businesses. The Foundation's first project is the Abilicorp Personal Assistant Services(ABPAS), whose mission is to establish an attendant referral and management agency that will provide people with disabilities, elders, and their families with complete control of their attendants' employment and training, and work schedule, and management. ABPAS will also ensure that attendants receive livable wages, healthcare options, paid time off, training opportunities, and support. The Abilicorp has information about ABPAS, access to all my blogs, and my contact information. I'd appreciate your feedback and any questions you may have.

Third, please help change the mantra of hiring people with disabilities to supporting Disabled Owned Business Enterprises. Encourage people with disabilities to take leading roles in religious institutions, community organizations, and all aspects of society—support legislators with disabilities who will use their disability experiences to improve our country.  

Most importantly, whatever you do, please have fun! Too often, we get so involved with school, jobs, volunteering, and politics that we forget to appreciate our loved ones, the beauty surrounding us, and the world's wonders.

Go-Go-Go!  

 

A Place to Ask, "Why?"

 [September 22, 2021 was my last Temple Sinai board meeting. A Place to Ask 'Why?' is my farewell note the Board's president read for me.] 

It's hard to believe that after almost 17 years, this will be my last Temple Sinai Board meeting as a Board member. In 2004, I joined as the representative of the Access Committee, and six years ago, I became a member at large. It still amazes me how quickly Covid changed the whole world, how rapidly climate change caused devastating hurricanes and fires, and how one man made the political differences obvious. 2004 seems like an entirely different world than the one we now live in.

 I've been on numerous not-for-profit boards and served on six founding boards. Computer Technologies Program (CTP) was the first school I co-founded in 1975, and Abilicorp – Personal Assistant Services(ABPAS) is the most recent agency I started in July of this year. I am proud that all these organizations still exist and are doing excellent and much-needed work.

 Being on Temple Sinai's Board has felt different than being on any other Board. As a member of Temple Sinai, I've grown to appreciate the importance of having a place to think about what is essential in life, listen to the wisdom of the clergy, and learn from the community. I regularly attend services not to pray but to learn about life. At Torah Study, it is exciting to listen to how people throughout the ages use the Torah to understand our world and develop morals.

 I credit Rabbi Mates-Muchin for helping me crystallize the idea that God is One means God is everyone and everything. The Rabbi often says, 'Pray as if everything depends on God and act as if everything depends on you.' For me, this means that all of us are responsible for what happens in the world; we are creating tomorrow, and because I am part of God, I must do my share.

 I began by listing some of the horrific events that are happening now. My greatest fear is that too many people do not have a community, a group of friends who understand and care about them, a place to create their tomorrow collectively, and a place to ask, "Why?". This Board and Temple Sinai have the vital and exciting task of changing that. We can encourage people to get to know their neighbors, friends, and community. Temple Sinai should be known as the place to feel welcomed, worthy, whole, and needed. Imagine being the place where people learn from the wisdom of their ancestors, hear our contemporaries' hopes and dreams, envision the world they want, and then work collaboratively to make it happen. We can end homelessness, poverty, and despair in the surrounding area. We can ensure that everyone in our community has the assistance they need to live life the way they want fully. Everything is possible, and there is always a way.

 I also began by expressing my surprise about how quickly the world changed. If the world can change so quickly for the worse, it should be able to change as fast for the better. Temple Sinai, its Board, and all of us have a vast, exciting, and important task to create tomorrow as it needs to be. While we won't be able to finish all the tasks, we must act swiftly and urgently.

 Thank you for the honor of serving on the Board. I look forward to seeing and actively participating in the many ways we will do Tikkun Olam. As always, Go-Go-Go!