Golden Goals

People want a good life, a good marriage, a good job, a good education, a good __________ just fill in the blank. For most people this doesn’t just happen; things don’t just magically appear because they wish it, light a candle and cast a spell.
Even people who are phenomenal at getting what they want through energetic intention and manifestation set goals, for example, T. Harv Eker, Robert Kiyosaki, Keith Cunningham, Anthony Robbins, and so many other gurus of wealth. Do you think they simply wished their wealth? Successful people make goals and follow them with focused attention and intention, passion and action.
Dreams are just that: dreams! Dreams are important and do increase our creativity, but without proper action, our creative thoughts stay in the portal of our mind. Oh, and by the way, start keeping a journal; this will activate your creativity and intuition.
If you want to make it happen, you must take action on your idea, and the first action step is to set goals.
In order to start getting the things you want, you must first know yourself. What are some of the things you desire? Is it wealth, a house on the beach, a villa in Tuscany, or a cabin in Big Bear? What do you hope for physically? Are you happy with your physical appearance? You can change your weight, and you can probably change your looks through plastic surgery-anything is possible through plastic surgery these days!
What about your spirituality? Do you know what your life purpose is, or what fulfills you? We are physical and spiritual beings. We will never be fully satisfied without spirituality. Some people speak of having a void; they feel empty! Could it be they are lacking a purpose-driven life?
Some were born wealthy and yet chose to serve others in the most impoverished parts of the world! Mother Theresa was a spiritually fulfilled woman, and yet she depended on the charitable contributions of others! She lived a faith-driven life.
You may not wish to serve others so altruistically, perhaps you can serve by reading books to children in a classroom a few times a month.
You hold the paint brush to the masterpiece of your life! Who you are today is what you allowed. You choose what enters your life and what creates your most cherished desires!
Who are you? What do you want? What do you like? Take time and think about the things you really like.

What are your priorities?

Physical body
Career
Material possessions
Money
Creativity
Home
Love/Romance
Travel/Adventure

Can we have it all…YES! However, it is best to start with three detailed, definitive goals. “Decide what you want. Believe you can have it. Believe you deserve it and believe it’s possible for you. And then close your eyes every day for several minutes, and visualize having what you already want, feeling the feelings of already having it. Come out of that and focus on what you’re grateful for already, and really enjoy it. Then go into your day and release it to the Universe and trust that the Universe will figure out how to manifest it.” Jack Canfield.
Take the list above and write down what you really want in each area; from these choose three that you most desire, and then make long term goals and short goals.
Make weekly action plans for each desire. For example, if you wish to get an education, you may wish to start checking out the local colleges and universities. Decide how you’re going to pay for your studies, i.e., work part-time or apply for financial aid. If you want to write a novel, you can set a goal of writing ten pages every day.
Once you know your three goals. Write them down in long hand, and then write them down again using your non-dominant hand. For example, if you are right-handed, use your left hand. Your penmanship contests! However, what it will do is set the intention in your right and left brain!
Using your goals, make affirmations and recite them several times a day. This is focused passion! You can not get to the mountain top without effort. You must do the work! Setting goals is the first step.
Remember that we get the things we focus on. This is focused energy. The energy you put out, you get back. This is the Law of Attraction.
“A person who set his or her mind on the dark side of life, who lives over and over the misfortunes and disappointments of the past, pray for similar misfortunes and disappointments in the future. If you will see nothing but ill luck in the future, you are praying for such ill luck and will surely get it.” Prentice Mulford.
The Universe will supply what you want, but you must first know what you want?
“Success comes from within, not from without.” Ralph Waldo Emerson

The Bear Hunt with Spanky

by Tristan Ramsay (nine years old)
with Nana Ramsay
12/4/07

My Papa took all the Ramsay boys camping at Hurkey Creek near Idyllwild. Spanky came too. He rode in the truck with Papa and me. He slobbered all over my lap all the way there.
The road was very bumpy and windy. My stomach churned. Spanky was restless and he felt heavy upon my lap. I was anxious to get out. My dad gave Spanky some cheese. Big mistake! Half way up the mountain Spanky ripped a big one! Whewie! Did it smell bad! We rolled our windows down but it was too cold and we quickly closed them.
Soon we were at the camp site. When we first got out we met Uncle John and Uncle Kris. My cousin Jacob had a big stick and he chased me out of the truck with it.
I told him the stick was better used as a walking stick. He said, “Shut up!” Uncle Kris said, “Jaaaaaaccccobbbb!”
Papa set up camp while the boys talked about bears and walked around looking for bear tracks.
Later that day, my dad, Jacob, Spanky, and I decided to investigate the upper stream. We found a path to a mountain ledge near the campsite and waved to Papa down below. We turned around and saw a long trail of bear tracks. We followed the trail into the woods and came upon a dark cave.
Luckily we had our flashlights and we entered the cave. Jacob stumbled on something deep into the cave. We looked down and it was a bear. The bear slowly started waking up and Jacob screamed. Spanky got mad and barked because the bear ate his lunch. The bear stood high but slowly retreated deeper into the cave. And we ran as fast as we could back to the camp site. Spanky did not want to leave. We called him and he finally ran out.

The End

Spanky’s Story

by Tatum Ramsay (five years old)
with Nana Ramsay
12/4/07

My Nana and Papa moved in with me. Their dog Spanky moved in too. Spanky likes to chase the ball. I throw the ball and Spanky runs after it.
My dad plays with Spanky. He throws the ball and Spanky runs after it. Spanky never gets tired of playing. When he is tired he breathes heavily and his tongue hangs out.
When Spanky is finished playing he takes a nap in the garage. He can’t come in the house because I have two kittens named Abby and Alex. Spanky would like to play with them but I’m afraid he will hurt them.
Spanky watches us from the sliding-glass door as we eat our dinner. He whines and wants to come in but he can’t. He has to stay outside.
I get ready for bed after I take my bath. My papa gives him a bath sometimes but not very often. Spanky does not like to take a bath.
My mommy makes yummy Snickerdoodles. We sit at the table and eat them and Spanky wants some cookies too. He can’t have any cookies.
We listen to Christmas music as we talk to Nana and Papa. Nana goes to bed and soon Papa will too.
I go upstairs to my bed and I hear Papa open the door and let Spanky in. Spanky happily sleeps between my Nana and Papa.
Everyone in the house goes to sleep. All is quiet in the Ramsay home, except for Alex and Abby wildly tumbling through the hall and down the stairs.
Nana and Papa sleep while Spanky snores as he whimpers in his sleep.

The End

Success from Failure

Sometimes failure is success turned upside down! It’s strange how this works. Failure gives motivation to try harder, study harder, think harder, and to move in a direction that many times leads to success. Looking at something from a different perspective can make all the difference!
Many famous people failed before success was eventually obtained! You are no different; that is, you may have failure before success floods your world!
Thomas Edison failed many times and yet he is “considered one of the most prolific inventors in history, holding 1,093 U.S. patents in his name, as well as many patents in the United Kingdom, France and Germany. “ (Wikipedia). He was considered a poor student and eventually his mother home schooled him. He attributes his success to his mother. When we have at least one person that is our champion we have the basis for a good foundation and the motive to achieve great things!
Albert Einstein had early speech difficulties, yet, he is one of the greatest minds of all time. He received the 1921 Nobel Prize in Physics, and he is regarded as the father of modern physics!
Einstein once said, “Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.” And this is so true! How many people make mistakes the first time something new is tried? There’s no need to beat yourself up, as you often do! At least you tried. You are in a positive force when you try and eventually that positive force with intersect with success if you keep trying, Don’t give up the first time you fail a test, go bankrupt, lose your job, get divorced, and so many other things that social mores frame as failure.
Some people are fast starters and burn out fast; others are slow learners and like the tortoise win the race!
Neither of the Wright brothers finished high school. And Wilbur became withdrawn after loosing his front teeth in an accident. He stayed home secluded and cared for his mother who was terminally ill. Perhaps at this point in his life he was exactly where he was suppose to be-caring for his mother!
Although Orville dropped out of high school he successfully ran a print shop and Wilbur overcame depression when he started working with his brother in the print shop. Later, their perseverance gave them their place in history.
Time and time again, history shows how much we need the support of others to overcome our frailties and failures.
Learn from failure! Analyze it and understand what went wrong. The worst kind of failure is when you give up on yourself, and no failure is worth that much! There is always tomorrow. It never fails that the sun will shine another day. Hope is always near. When you give up on yourself seek a close friend who will give you perspective.
Always look ahead and expect good things to happen to you!
Listen to your inner voice, the more you listen to it the stronger your intuition becomes. When you learn to listen to your higher self, you will always have the best advice from a true friend! Your higher self comes from a platform of good intentions; it will never fail you.
Asking others for advice is okay, but when you ignore your inner voice and constantly seek the advice of others, your inner voice retreats. You will become confused with conflicting advice. When someone gives you advice, listen to it with an open mind. Go home and meditate upon it; ask God’s counsel and your inner voice will guide you.
If you don’t “hear” your inner voice, ask God to help you find it, and you will have one!
Native Americans ask God one time-that’s all it takes! “The Secret” says the same thing. You wouldn’t keep ordering the same item from a catalog, would you? God hears you the first time!
It is your inner voice that gives you creativity and opens many doors of opportunity.
Oprah Winfrey says there is no such thing as luck; only opportunities waiting when you are ready. And this is true!
Failure allows you time of introspection to assess the things you’ve done wrong; when you least expect it, the answers to your problem, or should I say…the answers to your success will come flooding in!


Hermelinda Ramsay
October 7, 2009

Motivation

Motivation is a feeling that gives you purpose towards a desired goal; the reason for the action or behavior. How do you get that feeling in your gut that helps you have ambition or simply feel good about getting up in the morning? Where does motivation come from? Some people seem to be overflowing with it; others seem alien to it.
People are classified as either a night or morning person. A night person’s creative force always waxes as the sun goes down-never when the sun shines its brilliant face upon Mother Earth. I was always a night person, although recently I’ve been getting up with an increasing amount of joy and happiness. I wake up with a spiritual force that surrounds me all day long. What made the difference? Here a few things I did to help motivate me:
First, I rarely succumb to watching the news! I don’t find the need to waste my time watching the headlines news. I have too many creative projects to work on to waste my time watching murders, burglaries, and who knows what else. I keep track of national and international business news through reading several business journals on the web.
Second, I read a lot of books in preparation for writing our company’s newsletter and my blog. I sort through dozens of books per week. The library is my magic carpet! I love the neat aisles filled with wondrous books!
Another way to use the library, thanks to the internet, is to search a topic through the local library’s website. If I want to read something, I place it on hold, the library sends me a notice that the book is waiting to be picked up, and I go pick up my treasure; how convenient is that! Anything I ever wanted to know I read in a book!
One of my recent favorites is, “The Secret”. “The Secret” speaks of being your own creator; it also defines ways of attracting all that you ever desired. I wanted to attract positive things and to have the house, the car, the relationship I always dreamed of! In order to attract the things one wants, one must be positively grateful for the things one has now! This is another way of being motivated: Be positive to stay motivated. Positivity is marked by excessive self-confidence. The dictionary says positive is impossible to deny or disprove! Therefore, being positive creates motivation.
Thirdly, I’ve started stating ten things I am grateful for before going to sleep at night, and I do the same thing before I get out of bed in the morning. Some people have asked, “How can you find that many things to be thankful for?” It’s very easy! Look around; you are surrounded by beautiful, inspiring things, and every day you meet people who are inspiring and motivational!
Motivation is a state of mind. Whatever you put in your mind will definitely create your mindset. Beware of what you read, watch on TV, and the friends you hang out with at school or work. You don’t have to be an island unto yourself, or draw a circle and shut others out! Take the time to talk to people you have very little in common with; don’t shut them out; talk with them anyway. You may be the only inspiration they have that day. You don’t know what others are going through! Someone may be going through a divorce, maybe they were recently laid off, or they lost everything in a fire, or lost their dream home in a foreclosure.
When you motivate others, you stay motivated. It’s an attraction that will never change. Stay positive; stay motivated-always be ready to help others on a day that may be their worse day. Years later, they will remember the person who placed their arms around them when they were crying, or the person who said just the right thing at just the right time.
Motivation is a choice! If you choose to be motivated you will be. Make it a desire to stay focused on the good things in life-family, friends, and God. You can’t go wrong there! Who among us can not feel the most blessed inspiration deep in your soul when you hear the giggle of a baby, or when you hold your first child, and then your first grandchild! Oh, that’s blessed goodness. The light of day, the drops of rain, the moonlit night-they all inspire one to be motivated when the economy is grim.
Through the darkest days of the depression, people found motivation to live another day, love another soul, walk another step towards hope.
May you find the things that motivate you; dwell upon the positive in your life, and help others who are feeling the weight of the earth in these troubled times.

My Mentors

In his book, Where Have All the Leaders Gone, Lee Iacocca lists five mentors: Nicola Iacocca (his father) gave him optimism; Charlie Beacham gave him common sense; Robert McNamara gave him discipline; his mother gave him love; and his wife Mary (who died of Diabetes Type 1 complications) gave him courage. Iacocca inspired me to think of the mentors in my life.

My Grandmother
My first mentor, my grandmother, Juanita Avendaño de Montoya, gave me ambition, perseverance, and strength.
She once was wrongfully terminated; she, along with her union, fought her former employer and won a wonderful settlement. The money was used to buy a house. Some people lived in cardboard boxes; I was proud to live in a brick and mortar house.
Grandmother was a woman of great determination and she worked hard to feed us, although, at times, food was scarce. She was industrious from sun-up to sun-down: cooking, crocheting, sewing, and gardening; I inherited her industrious ways!
Grandmother was an entrepreneur. She developed a successful door-to-door sales route selling clothes she bought from a thrift store.
Every Saturday morning we shopped at the same thrift store in Calexico. I guess this is why I love antiques; the look and feel of old things fascinates me! The little woman chose the best of the clothes to purchase, but even if they seemed long-gone-has-beens she took them home, laundered and mended them, or cut them up and sewed something completely new. Grandmother was kind and often extended credit to people who couldn’t pay.

Mrs. Jorgensen
Mrs. Jorgensen, my first-grade teacher, gave me discipline and love of reading. She spent many hours mentoring me when other teachers were taking breaks. I love reading because of her; I have a passion for books. I check out more than a dozen books at the library every week.
I received many honors for reading, and in eighth grade, I received the Presidential Academic Award. I guess I’m bragging…forgive me!

Mrs. Jones
Mrs. Jones gave me shelter, love for humanity, and love of music. She had been my third-grade teacher, and when I needed a foster home, because of troubles at home in my sixth grade, she embraced me with loving arms.
Once she had been my teacher, now she was my mother! I was already determined I was going to University, Shirley further branded higher education in my heart. She taught me to cook and sew. She was an accomplished pianist and she taught me to play the piano!

Mr. Himes
Mr. Himes was a brilliant mathematician and retired teacher. He encouraged me to further my education. He shared his books and the bounty of his backyard garden with me every year at Christmas. I made tamales and gave him several dozen, and he would bring me oranges, tangerines, canned green beans (my favorite), and tomatoes for our Christmas supper.
He had been in a secret WWII mission, and where many men would have bragged of their clandestine adventures, he never talked about it; he was too humble to brag! His son spoke of it at his memorial.
The last time I saw him he was but a skeleton. I massaged his feet as he lay in home hospice.
Mr. Himes was a surrogate father, and gave me admiration, affection, and encouragement. And for a lonely, country girl living in the big city, this was very charitable.

Jeanie Cash
Jeanie Cash received the National Principal of the year award; when I worked with her I understood why. She had been a motivating teacher, and now she was a dynamic administrator.
She hired me to help the Reading Specialist a few hours per day. But eventually she developed a job just for me. She opened a children’s science museum and she gave me creative license! I was the school’s science curator-and I loved it! I demonstrated small-interactive-science experiments to the children.
Jeanie encouraged me to return to school by giving me flexible working hours, and I was able to further my education. Some employers speak of flex hours and when you ask for time off they frown. Jeanie was a transformational leader!
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Some of my teachers considered their job a ministry and others hated going to work and screamed at us. Which one made a difference? Which one sent out a conscious ripple of goodness that is riveting today through students who are teachers, lawyers, or doctors who will find the cure for cancer?
The future of our county weighs heavily on our teachers! Aside from family, teachers are often a child’s first mentor; it IS an honor! They deserve a good salary!
Mentors gave me hope; their love and guidance empowered me. I fully believe God sent them to me! The life I touch for good or ill will touch another life, and that in turn another, until who knows where the trembling stops or in what far place my touch will be felt. ~Frederick Buechner
My mentors were educators who were truly the salt of the earth. I was a child with a good mind, and back before No Child Left Behind these individuals helped me succeed in school! As an adult, they recognized my drive and their accolades propelled me to higher levels.
No one can make it alone! We need each other along the lumps and bumps of life. Ask God to send you a mentor and always be ready for one. God says, “Ask and it shall be given unto you."
Desires expressed with passion to the Universe return fulfilled. The Universe has no choice but to grant your heart’s earnest desire. Be diligent with your wishes. Be positive, deny negative!
In Native American tradition, once you hit the half-century mark you are considered a grandparent whether you have grandchildren or not! It is a beautiful tradition that embraces elders (mentors) teaching the younger generation.
As a grandmother, I hope that I can be a mentor to my grandchildren and pass on the wisdom I have learned.
I experienced many setbacks, failures, trials, but I trudged on with the help of mentors. And like the stream they helped me win! In the confrontation between the stream & the rock, the stream always wins, not through strength but by perseverance.~H.J.Brown.

What Will I be When I Grow Up?

When I was a child I wondered what I would be when I grew up. I vacillated from wishing to be a teacher and a research biologist. And for a while I wanted to be a doctor! No, I didn’t want to be a doctor for the money. Even as a little girl I was altruistic! If I had gone to medical school, I would have joined Doctors without Borders (USA: http://doctorswithoutborders.org/; International: http://www.msf.org/).

Most of the time all I wanted to be was a research biologist. Occasionally, while I was hanging out the wash for my mother, (back in the day when women used wringer washers) in the backyard clothes line, I would pretend I was a famous singer standing on stage and the clothes were my audience. And I once wanted to be Gypsy Rose Lee after seeing my favorite actress Natalie Wood portray her in a movie of the same name! Oh, yeah, did I tell you about the time God talked to me and wanted me to be nun? Well, that’s another story.

I took all the right classes in high school and went to Junior College and had to quit when my husband moved us to Los Angeles County to attend Seminary. I placed my career and educational goals aside for almost a decade while I supported his career choice. Michael went to school all day and worked till midnight. I chose to take a few classes at the local Junior college and not attend school full-time. I thought it was better for our three boys to have at least one parent that was active in their lives.

Later, our family moved to Gilroy, California where my husband ministered a church. Again, I took a few classes at the local college and I rode my bike down the winding roads to Gavilan College. I worked in the Biology department on a special project. I knew then what I wanted to do when I grew up! I was going to be a Research Biologist!

We returned to Los Angeles County when my husband was offered a youth-ministry post. By now I had enough credits for two degrees and I was urged by a professor to transfer to a University. She suggested I take premed courses and then go to medical school. I was admitted to Long Beach State and I majored in Microbiology. I loved it! However, our family was financially devastated from the stay in Northern California and our return to Southern California. A friend offered me a full-time job at Kaiser Permanente and I have worked here for over twenty years. What happened to Medical School? I couldn’t keep up the pace of classes, be a good mother, and work full-time. I tried and I burnt out!

I was now an office clerk with great health benefits and job security. While our boys were in high school I didn’t take any college classes but I studied for a specialized-national examination to help me advance at Kaiser. I also dedicated many volunteer hours to our church and attended the boys’ school activities during these years. At times, my co-workers laughed at me when I was heard saying, “What am I’m going to be when I grow up?”

Never wishing to give up on my educational goals, I later enrolled at the University of La Verne and finished my Bachelor’s Degree in Business and continued with an MBA. Currently I’m pursuing a PhD in Business. I am a lifetime student!

I started writing a book about five years ago, a historical-romance novel that I’m still working on. I blog, and volunteer in areas where I feel I can help others. I fully enjoy my position as Compliance Consultant and physician educator. I’m often asked if I regret not going to Medical School--nah! I’m not one to live in regrets! I look for the positive in the choices I made. I am where I should be and exactly where I was meant to be.

I have friends who always knew what they wanted to do when they grew up, taking the right courses in high school and transferring to an Ivy League University. This is great; I applaud them and bow in their honor. My educational path had many peaks and valleys, twists and turns, bikes and buses, and worn-out shoes! It was through sheer persistence and perseverance that I finished!

Sometimes people don’t know where you’ve been or where you’re headed-they ridicule without understanding. You need to listen to your heart, pray diligently, and take time for meditative reflection. Ask God for guidance in the direction you should take; He will answer.

So what am I now that I’m all grown up? A writer, volunteer, physician educator, and a life-time student! Hey, did I say I was all grown up—oops, my mistake!


Melinda Ramsay

September 11, 2009

What Success Means to Me

Success is not always measured in how much money you have in the bank or what type of job you do. True success is felt in the heart and is personal to each individual.
For me, success has been raising three handsome, conscientious men who work hard and love their family! Success is hearing my son say, “Mom, you’re the greatest mom!” That’s success!
I measure success through my education. For many years I pursued my education and kept a low-key at work, never wanting to get too involved with work except for putting in a good day’s work. My priority was my family! Although, don’t ask my sons, they remember when I put them to bed before the sun went down in the summer while their friends were outside playing in the street so I could study for an exam the next morning. Oh, and by the way, I passed that test with an A+! I took the boys to my school so they could see my grade posted on the wall: Hermelinda Ramsay—A+!
I am the only one of nine children to finish high school and attend a University! Friends teased me for many years and called me a “lifetime-student” because it took me so long to finish. After attending five schools and moving numerous times I finally graduated. Does it really matter that I took the road less traveled? Isn’t what is important the fact that I now hold an MBA?
I’ve had friends climb the corporate ladder very quickly at the expense of their family. When a person’s job becomes the focus of their priority the balance of life is off!
There’s nothing wrong with climbing the corporate ladder, but not at the expense of loosing your children to drugs or whatever else is out there, or missing out on their childhood. Those precious years go fast!
I am successful because I am not an alcoholic as my DNA predestined me to be! I never became a gang member or a heroine addict as members of my family. I did not die in my mother’s arms because my liver was mush from Cirrhosis as my sister Connie, or die in an alley with a needle in my vein like my brother Paul. And I could tell you about other family members but it’s too painful-you’ve heard enough! I will die old and see my grandchildren’s children play, and I will read them the Spanky the Dog stories I’m writing and watch their little bellies wiggle as they giggle.
Success-what is it to you? Is it having a sports car, mutual funds, or owning multiple properties? That’s all good in God’s earth. My success is one of maternal instincts and personal strength to rise above my past.
Success has been defined differently with each passing decade. I am in the fifth decade of my life and I am now pursuing many of things I always wanted to do: start a business, write a historical-romance novel and a children’s series, and obtain a PhD; I have many friends and a tight-knit family and I smile when the sun goes down.

Once Upon a Time in America

Once Upon a Time in America
(The Little School House is where I learned to read)


My first day in school was a memorable day. I attended elementary school in the late 60’s and early 70’s and I couldn’t speak a word of English. I was a spoiled, bratty child and I lived with Abuelita until I was six, and you all know how doting Latino grandparents can be. My Abuelita was no exception. Hell, I didn’t know I had parents, I thought Abuelita was my “parent”. I had no concept of a traditional family. My family consisted of my grandmother and Uncle Enrique.
I remember the white school house set in the middle of alfalfa fields in the North side of Imperial County. This was migrant-worker territory. There were two classes: the haves, and the have-nots.
In the 60’s, there was no such thing as English as a Second Language. You learned to speak English or you were out of luck or stuck in a closet.
In that small room, with first and second graders, I behaved like a monkey in the jungle. I ran in and out of desks, closets, and over anything in my way. I kicked the stupid boys and made the girls cry when I pulled their hair. The teacher yelled something and I had no idea what she said. Her voice grew shrill, still, I had no idea what the woman wanted. I continued my play with my new friends. The classroom was MY jungle!
Mrs. Jorgensen grabbed my long, black hair and pulled me towards a desk! Whoa! I had never been treated so abruptly. My mouth trembled as a tear escaped my eye. She yelled, and yelled some more as I sat crying as she raised her voice with words with no meaning!
From that moment on, I figured when the teacher’s voice grew loud I should pay attention to her hand signals and stop whatever shenanigans I was up to and sit down.
How I won this woman’s heart is still a mystery to me. This dear woman grew to love me and would spend every recess holding a Jack-and-Jill primer for me as my little index finger followed the words along the page. Within a year I spoke and read fluent English! Abuelita was so proud of me!
It was in this small classroom, with a white-steeple, where I became addicted to reading. I could not get enough! I won the school library readers’ contest. I read on the school bus ride home. I read at the dinner table. I read in bed and used a flashlight when the lights were turned off.
One person can make a difference in a child’s life. Mrs. Jorgensen was a true professional and gave me a world of mystery, drama, and comedy.
I weeded cotton fields as a little girl, but because someone loved to teach, I did not grow up to be a migrant worker and now sit in an air-conditioned office consulting and educating physicians.

Hermelinda Saine Ramsay
September 30, 2008