Showing posts with label Choosing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Choosing. Show all posts
  • The Most Important Rule in Choosing an Anger Management Specialist

    English: Angry woman.
    English: Angry woman. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
    How do you pick an anger management specialist/anger resolution therapist? They could present you with credentials and letters from universities, certificates, a copy of my resume, or something like that. However, even if they have all that, what makes you listen to them, heed their words and follow their training program? Well, why does anyone really ever listen to another person?

    I believe the most important rule is found in the old saying, "No one cares how much you know unless/until they know how much you care." I've spent over three decades living that philosophy. It inspires me to study helping professions and guides me as an educator and social worker. Moreover, it helps me connect with people in serious pain who desperately need a friend who understands not only how they feel but also how they can get past what hurts. Drug addicts, abused children, confused, lonely, and angry people. I've been able to connect with tons of them.

  • Choosing a Great Name

    Thinking - Year 2 - 297/365
    Thinking - Year 2 - 297/365 (Photo credit: Amarand Agasi)
    I married young. He was in the service, I was away from home. But many of the people around us where getting married to, it seems it was part of the culture for the young service men to get out of bunking with other men, they had to be married. I remember when I was getting ready for my wedding hearing women tell stories of how they had a hard time remembering their new last name, and even women who had been married for sometime told of times when they would make a mistake and write their maiden name. I did not have that problem. Not once did I get my new name wrong. I was so happy to shed the old one, that I had no problem remembering the new one.

    When we split up a few years later the thought of taking my maiden name back never entered my mind. I had my name, I liked my name, it was who I was. I owned it. Through a series of circumstances we weren't actually divorced for many years and when the divorce came through I had a young son in elementary school. All of his friends knew my last name, and I did not want to confuse him, or his friends, by changing it. He had never met my ex-husband, I did not know how to explain it to him. So I kept my married name, and had no problem doing so honestly. Although by now the thought had entered my mind, I still owned my name.
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