ADHS, The Abuse, The Solution

April 1, 2013

I was saddened by the Morning Joe show, today.  Not surprised, just saddened.  Young people, from high school to college, are dying from the abuse of prescription drugs.  In most cases, it seems, that the drugs were attained legally, either by the young person, or his parent(s).
It seems that the situation is one that could have been avoided, and can be fixed.  The problems are, as I see them, obvious.  And, they must be addressed before the Truth of lost young people becomes routine.
Truth is not anything, except Truth.  The Truth is that parents, not a school board, principal, teacher, are ultimately responsible for the drugs that are ingested by a student, to be more “average”.  
Because a teacher wants a student to be more like the other students, is not a reason to give a child drugs.  It is not clear to me how not being a part of the pack makes a student, a child, a better person.  It seems more likely that it is nothing more than a control tool, for the convenience of the teacher, for the school.  
Let us remember than “being different” is what has created electricity, the I-pad, the telephone, penicillin, and probably all of the inventions of the past 500 years, or maybe 25,000 years.  Being different, being individual, being apart from the others, should not be prescribed out of a child’s psyche.  Dreams should not be quashed by medication.
These are the symptoms of ADHD:  
Careless mistakes/
lack of attention to details
Lack of sustained attention
Poor listener
Failure to follow through on tasks
Poor organization
Avoiding tasks requiring sustained mental effort
Losing things
Easily distracted
Forgetful in daily activities
Show me a teenage boy, or even girl, who is a detail freak, or enjoys listening to the teacher, or is great at finishing their tasks, or is organized, or wants to study for long periods of time, or does not lose things, (we stop losing things as we get older, right?) or cannot be distracted by the slightest thing that is more interesting than school (boy, the list of things more interesting than school is endless, for a teen!).  Were we to go by the medical symptoms of ADHD, there is a greater chance, than not, that most of us would have been a ADHD teen.   
Were we to go by the medical symptoms of ADHD, there is a greater chance, than not, that most of us would have been a ADHD teen.
If you have been told that your child is in need of a prescription drug for ADHD, double-check to confirm it is not the teacher, or the school system, that needs your child to take the medicine, for the convenience of the school system.


Paul Harvey An Irreplaceable Loss

March 2, 2009

March 2, 2009, 6:25 AM
Over the weekend, America lost still another conservative voice.  This one, this beautiful, common sense, brilliantly measured, voice was not the last, he was the only voice, of his kind.  Paul Harvey is silenced, and there can be no the “next” Paul Harvey.
In a business where anyone who can have an opinion can be an expert, Paul Harvey was ‘the’ expert at expressing important, political, or everyday, thoughts, ideas, and events, into clear, easily understood, but not ordinary wordage.
Mister Harvey was a main reason that I chose radio/TV as my profession.  He was my first, and obviously, my best role-mode.  And, I failed him miserably.  Being from his hometown, Tulsa, Oklahoma, being in the city where it started for the news business’s most eloquent, most clear, to the point, without complications, voice, was a wonderful burden that I enjoyed as much as any I have ever carried.
No one ever said that I sounded like Mister Harvey, but I always had a hope that a fraction of his style was reflected in my news reading, and my story writing, during my 36 years in the business.  Did it?  I hope so, and that is all I have, with one exception.
In 1976, I was working at KLOR radio, in Ponca City, Oklahoma, a small town in the extreme north-central part of the state.  I did a newscast that followed Mister Harvey’s 12-12:15 news, and I was listening to his broadcast when I heard him mispronounce  the name of Salina, Kansas, as “Saleena”.   I called Chicago, and I was amazed by the fact that I got to him.  I was suddenly embarrassed that I had called.  After telling him that I was from Tulsa, that he was my role-model, that I thought he was the best, (he was the best) I told him about the pronunciation mistake.  He shocked me, truly shocked me.  He was not apologetic, he was grateful, he said “thank you for your help…” (at this point I was mortified that I had called, because I understood full-well what made him so great) and he would make a mental note of the mistake, and not repeat it, again.  It was as if, no not “as if”, he did elevate my self-worth, my profession pride, and he made me see his truly giant size.
I never had the occasion to speak to him, again.  Truth is, I did not need to speak to him, there was nothing I could add to his life, and he added to my life by just being Paul Harvey, the newsman, writer, great American.
I am 63 years of age, and it is certain, were I to live to be 163 years of age, there would/could not be another Paul Harvey.
“Good day” it was not when we lost Paul Harvey.