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This homeless man found a winning lottery ticket.  What he did next will renew your faith in humanity.

10/29/2013

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Originally published in the Hartford Courant on Sunday, October 27.  

For more than 20 years, Wayne D. Johnson, a lifetime Hartford resident, lived with one foot in the streets, staying most nights at the House of Bread homeless shelter on Main Street. To earn money he ventured out after dark, scouring downtown parking lots and sidewalks for bottles and cans. As he filled his shopping cart he’d sometimes find coins, a watch, or a lottery ticket someone had dropped.  Every once in a while he’d get lucky and an abandoned lottery ticket would reward him with a few dollars, cashed out at the local gas station.

But one night in the summer of 2007, while collecting bottles at the parking lot outside a row of popular bars on Albany Avenue, Johnson stumbled upon a dozen lottery tickets folded in half, scattered on the ground like they’d fallen out of someone’s pocket. He took them to a nearby gas station and put them through the machine. One came out a winner. 

The machine said he’d just won $100,000.

Johnson couldn’t believe it. He checked again, and then again. In shock, he brought the ticket up to the gas station attendant, who congratulated him and confirmed he indeed had won $100,000.

Johnson he didn’t tell anyone that night, or the next day, for fear of someone stealing his ticket.

A few days later, Sisters Lorraine Douglas and Polly Needham from the House of Bread shelter drove him to the lottery headquarters in Rocky Hill, where it was confirmed that he had won $100,000.  He filled out a mountain of paperwork and was handed a check for $70,000, after federal and state taxes were taken out. 

Johnson took the check to a local bank the next day. The stunned teller called over the bank supervisor, who pulled Johnson into his office.  The supervisor helped him establish a savings account and an annuity so his money would be safe.

What did this homeless man from Hartford do next with his newfound fortune? Johnson did not buy a new car, take a dream vacation, or go on a wild spending spree. No, he began giving back to the same soup kitchen and shelter in the same community where he’d been living, handing a check for $5,000 to the House of Bread soup kitchen and setting up a fund for $50,000 to the Sisters of St. Joseph.

“Now I’m putting back into society what I took out,” Johnson said with a big smile during our interview at the House of Bread on a balmy July day in 2012.  He had pale skin, a wispy gray mustache, and salt and pepper hair tucked beneath a blue baseball hat.  Johnson was on dialysis because of a kidney condition, clear plastic tubes protruding from his nose, looping around his ears, and hanging down his chest like a teenager wearing headphones. 

He fidgeted with his cheap watch as we first talked, his eyes darting away from my gaze like a man who’d spent too many decades staring at the sidewalks, conscious that he existed on the fringe of society.  But he warmed up as we talked more, a playful assertiveness filling his voice in between labored breaths.

Once Johnson won the lottery, he didn’t stop with monetary donations. He began working as a volunteer in the shelter’s kitchen, where he helped teach other homeless men basic culinary skills, earning them a certificate so they might land work in a restaurant.

At first no one knew he’d won the money except the staff, but eventually word got out and others looked at him with respect.  He started mentoring the other homeless young men.

“I would tell them exactly what I went through. I would tell them drugs is no good, it turns into trouble.  And if a kid wants to quit school – you can’t.  Nowadays you need education.”   

Johnson, age 59 at the time he found the lottery ticket, had a checkered past, including time in and out of prison, drug addiction, and dealing drugs. He’d already turned away from his vices, living completely clean and sober in a transitional living apartment the shelter had arranged for $300 a month. 

“Once I got out of that shelter I made a promise to myself no more drugs because I wasn’t going back to the shelters.  ‘Never on the streets,’ I said to myself, ‘that is it!’ “

Lily Holthoff, a volunteer at the thrift shop, first told me about Wayne and the lottery ticket: “He started volunteering in the House of bread – dishwashing and mopping floors and helping out in the thrift shop ran by the two sisters,” she said.  “I volunteered with the sisters and became close with the three of them.  I would cut Wayne's hair once a month at the shop, though I teased him that he was too cheap to go a barber even though he now had money.  But I've always admired that he picked himself up after drugs and being homeless.  He collected bottles all over Hartford starting at 4 am - I so admired that effort.  I miss him and I miss doing his haircuts.”

To describe Johnson as financially conservative with his newfound wealth is an understatement.  He was a hoarder, collecting random nuts, bolts, containers, and broken electrical items because he claimed he might need them some day, packing his simple one-room abode so much that it was hard to walk and the shelter threatened to evict him.  But his generosity knew no limitations when it came to the people around him. 

Said Holthoff, “He collected a lot of DVD’s of old movies and once when we talked about Mary Poppins performing at the Bushnell - he insisted on taking Lorraine and I to it.  I told him the tickets were $95 each but of course he reminded us that he had money, now.  He was so thrilled for he has never been to a live stage show and talked about it for months.”

Johnson was not in good health. Born with one kidney smaller than normal and one enlarged kidney, he could be seen in the streets of Hartford wheeling a portable oxygen machine around with him. He listed the purchase of the $4,000 medical device as his only real splurge since he won the money - that and dialysis treatments.

When asked about his hopes for the future, Johnson shrugged, “I’d like a kidney transplant. I’m on the list.” 

“Money didn’t really change me, because I was changing before I got there,” he said. “You read people win a million dollars on the lottery they’re out there spending it right away. The way I see it, you have to have something for the next day because you don’t know what’s around the corner.” 

Although Johnson didn’t comb Hartford’s streets as much because of his health, Wayne still found things – broken lamps and coffee pots, bringing them back to the shelter’s thrift store and repairing them so they could be sold to help fund the program.  When he needed to name a beneficiary for his annuity, he chose the House of Bread.

“If I walked by and saw another lottery ticket on the street I’d pick it up.  Sure, why not?”

Said Sister Theresa about Wayne: “He had a difficult childhood and adulthood, but he turned it around – he stopped drinking and drugging.  When he volunteered he made some wonderful friends at the shelter.  He didn’t have family so the friends he made volunteering became his family.  The thought of donating to the House of Bread was a wonderful gift.”

Johnson’s kidneys finally failed him about 4 years after he found the $100,000 winning lottery ticket. He died at St. Francis Hospital on Dec. 4, 2012 at age 63.

http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/hartfordcourant/obituary.aspx?pid=161617333

He had been estranged from his family for decades, but his funeral was well-attended by friends, men he had mentored, nuns, and volunteers from the shelter.  A Franciscan priest from St. Patrick-St. Anthony delivered a beautiful eulogy.

They all remembered him with a smile, confessing that Johnson may have found the winning ticket, but they were the ones so much richer for knowing him.    



-Norm Schriever  :-)


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Tips for Working on the Road; a guest blog by Virtual Vocations.com

10/26/2013

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I've never had a guest post on this blog, but a company approached me with the offer and I thought it would be of value to my friends and readers.  A lot of people see me traveling and living all around the world and wonder how the hell it's possible, especially on a limited budget.  The reality is that if you can work while you're abroad, you'll eliminate a huge portion of the problems and stressors that would hold you back - money!  Of course you can find jobs in foreign countries, like teaching English (best option) or teaching yoga or working under the table somewhere, but the best alternative I've found is to have a job in the US or Canada or wherever, but work virtually as you travel.  That means you'll have the freedom and flexibility to go wherever you want!  So...when Sarah Rivkind from Virtual Vocations approached me with the offer to post this information on my blog, I thought it would help us all.  Enjoy - and definitely drop her a line if you're looking for virtual work!

-Norm
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Tips for Working on the Road.

Telecommuting doesn't simply mean working from a home office. Many virtual workers are using the flexible nature of their jobs to travel or live abroad. Learning how to work away from the comfort of a home office provides a level of freedom office-bound jobs simply can’t match.

As the Content Manager and a Writer for Virtual Vocations, an online job service that specializes in helping job-seekers find telecommuting jobs, I am intimately familiar with the benefits and challenges faced by remote workers. And, after this past month I have learned a few new lessons about working on the road.

I just returned home after working remotely for one month. In my free time, I am a percussive dancer, and I was offered a performance contract in California for four weeks. After discussing the details with my manager, I accepted the dancing gig and arranged to work remotely instead of taking time off without pay.

The first few days were a struggle. It was hard finding a balance between my two commitments. Here are a few of my lessons learned. Hopefully this insight will help make your remote assignment a success:

Set Daily and Weekly Goals with Your Manager

Talk with your manager and let him know the schedule you plan to work. If your boss knows you're out of town, he's more likely to think you're goofing off and not getting any work done, and when working remotely, effort does translate. Virtual managers care about deliverables. I recommend setting daily goals to keep you motivated and on task.

Account for the Time Change

It depends where you're traveling to, but if there is a time change involved, ensure your manager is aware of it. Be prepared to get up extra early if you have a time sensitive project and a large time gap between you and your manager.

Over-Communicate

Communication is the key to successful telecommuting whether you're working from your home office or on the road. Virtual workers don't have a normal working relationship with their coworkers and can't interact face-to-face in the office, so we need to communicate more than normal with our coworkers and supervisor. I suggest providing your manager with a daily or weekly update on targets and goals, depending on your job.

Get Out of the Hotel Room

If you plan on working remotely from your hotel room for an extended period of time, I would suggest finding a place to set up camp away from your room. Hotel rooms with desks aren't really set up for people to work for long hours, and working in bed is difficult on your back and your mental well-being.

Ask the hotel if they have a small conference room you can use for part of your work hours, or make use of the hotel lobby. You can even find a local coffee shop, café, or co-working center with Wi-Fi. Whatever you do, change up your surroundings a little to break up the monotony of staring at the same four walls every day.

Eat Healthy

Living abroad or traveling can take a toll on your eating habits. It’s only natural for it to feel like you’re on vacation when living out of a hotel room. Allow yourself to indulge from time to time, but be careful not to fall into the fast food trap. Most fast food items do not contain the nutrients your body needs to stay healthy. As a result, you may feel chronically fatigued and lack the necessary energy to complete daily tasks.

Try to get a hotel room with a small kitchen so you can cooking your own food. Make regular trips to the grocery store for healthy snacks like fruits, nuts, and vegetables. Your waistline will thank you.

Have you ever worked virtually while traveling? What tips do you have to share with others interested in traveling and working?

Sarah is the Content Manager and a Writer at Virtual Vocations, the one-stop shop for telecommuters looking for legit jobs. With several years of marketing and writing experience, Sarah managed a group of freelance writers for a marketing firm before venturing out into the telecommute world. Follow Sarah on Twitter, Google+, and Facebook.


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If we had #Hashtags in the 1980's, they might look like this...

10/19/2013

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Ahhh the 1980's - a different time to grow up, when John Hughes was making hilarious movies, technology and pop culture were just blowing up, and we were told to go outside and not come back until dinner.  Things certainly have changed, but for those of us born in the 70's or early 80's, it will be a time to look back fondly and say..."What the hell were we thinking wearing THAT?!!!"  

These days kids are all Twittercized and everyone talks through social media, so it got me to thinking...what if we had #hashtags growing up in the 1980's?   


#DialingARotaryPhoneTakesForever

#RIPLittleMikeyFromLifeCereal

#Don’tDrinkCokeWithPopRocks  

#MichaelJordanWillNeverWinARing

#MagicVsLarry

#MyWordProcessorIsSoBig

#IHateMicroFiche

#Can’tFindAPayPhone

#PayPhonesWentUpTo25Cents??!!!

#I’mCoolIHaveABeeper

#HitMeOnMyHip

#I’mAudi5000!

#SteakumsAreSoGood

#SoArePizzaEnglishMuffins

#FeatherMyHair

#ShouldIBuyTheCDorTape?

#BlueRayIsTheWayToGo

#RobBase'sNewSongIsDope!

#ICan’tTellMilliFromVanilli?

#ICan’tBelieveGasIs$1.25AGallon

#IPinMyPants

#IPegMyPants

#TheMiracleOnIce!!!

#Reagan'sBeenShot

#StopApartheid

#WhatsThisAIDSThing?

#BigHair

#StructureHasTheBestShirtsEver

#IHopeTheRussiansLoveTheirChildrenToo

#WW3NuclearHolocaust

#TheBerlinWallisDown!

#CordlessPhonesRule!

#OMGFMLmyVCRisBroken

#CrackIsWhack

#MyFilmIsTakingForeverToGetDeveloped

#ZCavaricciJeansAreSoBoss

#WhichUnderoosDoYouWear?

#EveryoneGetsShotButNoOneHitEverOnTheATeam

#CharlieSheenIsSUCHAGoodGuy

#LetsNotEverIntefereInTheMiddleEast

#60MinuteOr90MinuteTape?

#OverallsRule

#MsPacmanBestGameEver!

#Commodore64!

#Can’tFindMyFloppyDisk

#RidingMyHuffy

#CaldorsSucks

#LegWarmers

#GrowingARatTail

#MotleyCrueJeansJacket

#FightForYourRightToParty

#ScottBaioIsDreamy

#FatLaces

#TapingOffTheRadio

#MyADIDAS

#Where’sTheBeef?

#GagMeWithASpoon

#HowOldIsHulkHogan?

#BreakDancingBattle

#BringYourOwnCardboard

#BabyPowderOnTheDanceFloor

#IceTisSOAntiEstablishment!

#MiamiViceForever

#BetaOrVHS?

#MichaelJacksonIsBlack

#UnderTheDeskNuclearDrillAtSchool

#LongDuckDong

#YellowSonyWalkman

#FridayNightRollerSkating

#GeorgeMichaelSportsMachine

#SchoolHouseRock

#WearingAGloveForNoReason

#JustBoughtEddieMurphyRawLP

#Got3SidesOnMyRubiksCube

#YoMTVRaps

#DoTheRunningMan

#MTVPlaysNonstopMusicVideos!

#WhatsARealityShow?YouMeanADocumentary?

#GreenAndBrownStationWagon

#Atari2600Pong

#PinkSwatchWatch

#SprayPaintingTShirts

#LAGearSneakersAreTheCoolest

#NoBritishKnightsAre

#ReebokPumps!

#Jams

#ShortShorts

#HammerPants

#Alf

#JelliesSandals

#ETPhoneHome

#CharlesInChargeBestShowEver

#TonyDanzaWhosTheBoss

#DontFeedThemAfterMidnight

#PresidentialPhysicalFitnessAward

#TrapperKeeper

#ThirstyForASlice

#OrATabOrFanta

#HaveYouSeenThrillerYet????

#MyNeighborGotAMicrowaveOven

#NicePleasureVan!

#SaveFerris

#TurnUpTheHiFi!

#TapeANickelToTheNeedle

#EricBForPresident

#TheYankeesSUCK!

#CollecoVisionIsNextLevel!

#BillAndTedsShwwwwinnnggg!

#DARE

#WhoYaGonnaCall?

#CosbyShowIsControversial

#SmellingDittosWhenTheTeacherPassesThemOut

#EncyclopediaBrittanica

#WeCouldOnlyAffordUpTo'S'

#EveryoneWasBullied

#TetherBall


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How'd I do?  Drop me an email or comment if you have 1980's #hashtags you'd like to add!  And get ready for the 1990's version coming soon!
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What kind of men are we?

10/11/2013

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This week I've been hard at work, nose to the grindstone (or at least the computer screen) pounding out blog posts and marketing for my clients from a coffee shop.  I did not take time to do much else except an occasional swim and getting my ass kicked trying my hand (foot?) at Muay Thai.  But some news filtered down, as it always does - through Facebook posts, a quick flash of CNN, or Tweets from friends.  The remarkable thing is that I'm all the way on the other side of the globe from the U.S., currently living in Vietnam, but the news   I heard was frighteningly similar all over the world.  Deeply disturbed by the confluence of those events, to me it could only add up to this: that we, as men, are failing.  We are failing our wives, failing our daughters, failing our families, failing our communities and our world.  

This week, the world grew familiar with Malala Yousafzai, the 15-year old Pakistani girl who was shot in the head by Taliban, left for dead because she spoke out for girl's right's to attend school.  She was nominated but did not win the Nobel Peace Prize, but her message, what she stands for, is rippling across the globe like tremors of a great earthquake that is sure to shake the foundations of injustice everywhere.  What started out with one girl's hesitant voice in the darkness has led to a million, and soon a billion voices demanding education and basic human rights for our girls.

Who are these men who could shoot an innocent, unarmed girl in the head (they actually shot three girls)?  And in the name of religion?  Fucking cowards.  And this morning I look at my sports news and see that Adrian Peterson's 2-year old son was beaten to death by his mother's boyfriend.  What kind of man can strike an innocent, defenseless 2-year old, yet alone beat him to death?  Soulless.  

There is so much violence, so much hatred, so much degradation in the world it's often too shocking to even look at.  When mob mentality becomes the rule, all conscience is lost.  Bikers stomping a man bloody and unconscious in front of his wife, a barbaric gang rape on a bus in India, forcing our daughters into sex slavery in nearby Cambodia, reports of the U.S. military harassing and raping its own female soldiers at rates we'd expect in sub-Saharan Africa, not metro Washington DC.  What kind of men are these who not only participate in this disease, but allow it to happen?  It's never excusable, but for some we can attribute the cause to lack of education, the repetition of vicious cycles, backward cultural norms, and extremism.  But what is our excuse?  

What type of men are we? 

Wherever I look, I see a lot of big mouths and fake tough guys, braggarts and machismo.  It's hard not to become discouraged, no matter where you are in the world.  But then, if I dig a little deeper, I am reminded of good men, too - beams of light that penetrate the thick canopy of misogyny and violence.  I have a friend in Sacramento who gets into the MMA ring to raise money for a single mother with cancer.  Another who started a foundation to give education and opportunities to poor girls in Nicaragua.  A few awesome people in my home town who design t-shirts that raise esteem and self image for girls.  A restaurant here in Vietnam who donates their proceeds to fund local orphanages.  It goes on and on if you look for them - so many that give their time, money, and caring, often outside of the public eye.  

Maybe that's where the true strength of our cause lies, the ones we should be celebrating - men who stand up for our daughters, wives, sisters, and mothers quietly, every day, not because they have anything to gain but because its the right thing to do?  They're often not glamourous, not flashy, but those who fight for love and peace never are.  Women - don't forget to say 'thank you,' and give a hug to the them some time, because they're tired and overwhelmed and need encouragement, too. 

I promise you this: it's not too late.  If we'd learned anything from Malala it's that a movement for good can go from one person to a million to a billion in the blink of an eye.  There's still time to make a difference, to help one girl speak up for her right to education, to give shelter to one teenager with bruises on her face, and to encourage all of our daughters to grow strong and powerful and beautiful and limitless.  

So what kind of men will we become?  I tend to be optimistic in my conversations with the universe, so I'll make a demand, not a request - of myself and my fellow men: 

We will pay respect not just to our mothers but to all mothers.
We will treat our girlfriends or wives like we'd want someone to to treat our own daughters when they're older.
We'll always treat women like equal human beings, not objects.  
We'll realize that when women grow stronger it isn't a threat to us.
And lastly, we'll stand up and fight for those who can't fight for themselves.   


I promise you, by doing so we will change the world.  

-N

And thanks and big hugs to:

Crazy Kevin DeLong
The High Place Foundation with my homie DeWitt Foster III 
BackWords with old friends Bryan Donahue and Ron Carrano 
Lanterns Restaurant in Nha Trang, Vietnam
All of the other good men I'm forgetting.  



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The blog heard 'round the world; A simple post defending Miss America against racism circles the globe.

10/7/2013

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I think it was a Tuesday morning when I wrote it.  Sitting down at a local cafe to drink a much-needed coffee, I was sleepy and way behind in work, so to procrastinate I checked in with Facebook (as usual.)  There I noticed a post that a new Miss America had been named.  Nina Davuluri was a strikingly beautiful woman of Indian descent, but the headlines on the post talked about a landslide of racist tweets against her, not congratulations for her new crown.  I clicked on the link and read a few of them and was appalled.  They called her an Arab, a terrorist, a Muslim with Al Qaeda, all factually inaccurate, of course.  They dehumanized her with scathing words and lamented her contribution to the demise of America solely because her parents were immigrants and she did not have white skin.

It made me mad.  I don't really know else to say it, but something rose up that called for me to defend her.  What crime had she committed?  Why was she being attacked so viscously?  Newly crowned, she couldn’t defend herself, or even acknowledge the social media lynch mob that had formed around her.  She had to remain silent but I did not. 

So I put my work aside, ordered another coffee, and settled in to write something, a satiric list of advice for those cowardly Twitter racists, just so there would be at least one person standing up for her.  It took me most of the morning to write, I sent it around noon, and then completely forgot about it.  It was a wise-assed rant called "30 Tips to being a better racist on Twitter."    

I never expected what happened next...

The blog blew up.  I mean it really hit big, shared via Facebook, Twitter, and online like wildfire all over world.  Throughout the day I marveled as readers visited my blog site and messaged me with praise, not because the writing was anything special (it even had a few typos like most of my rushed work,) but what it stood for: the universal sentiment that we can overcome fear, hatred, and small minded thinking, instead coming together as brothers and sisters in the same world family.  

The blog was picked up and published by Clutch Magazine, thanks to my friend Yesha who writes there, and I became the first Caucasian contributor to their magazine.  It later was linked to an article about racism in sports on CBS.  

A few days later when things quieted down, days spent with the nonstop well wishes of support from new friends all over the globe – India, Africa, South America, Canada, Europe, on and on, and even in Nina’s home town, people of every age, color, creed, and religion you could imagine, the blog post had tallied well over 25,000 hits and 176,841 reads via Clutch Magazine, bringing the total hits to over 200,000.  To put it in perspective, on a good day 500 people read everything I’ve ever written online!  Yet almost a quarter of a million people had read my humble little blog because it disguised a message of hope: That we are one.  

If I never receive any accolades in my writing career, if I never make a dollar, it will be okay because I'll be able to look back on the butterfly effect of this little blog and smile.  People want kindness.  They thirst for compassion.  We want to believe the world we live in can sometimes be a good place.  And together, we made it so.

Thank you for that.

Here is a snapshot of just a fraction of the responses:  

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