Sunday, May 1, 2011

Left To Wander

No physical limitation can ever set barriers around what the human being can become.

Eknatha Easwaran
Hello Mandalay, Myanmar
One day my sixth grade teacher called me a liar in front of the whole class because I said I enjoyed watching the United Nations proceedings on TV. I was too young to know enough to stick up for myself in those days so I probably got the reputation for being a liar right then.

I can almost remember the names of a couple of my buddies who used to like to came and watch it with me.

One year I went back to visit my old college theatre where I had received some of my early training and started my career. I had performed in many productions there and helped to build the theatre, but because a current member of the faculty didn't know who I was and wasn't interested in it he called security and had me thrown out. I never went back there.

I went on to have a life career in theatre. To this day I have a friend who was a student there with me.

For several years I worked as part of the Theatre and Speech Department of a large women's college. I performed in many productions, there were pictures of me and programs. I was also composer, accompanist and technical director for the Dance Department. When I listed those experiences on a resume I was scornfully told that I made it up. The college had no knowledge of me. I found out later that someone had carefully gone through the records and carefully removed all evidence of my having been there.

While there I worked with two students who went on to become famous, one a TV personality and the other a dancer..

I worked off an on for over 20 years at a major radio station in NYC, 2 of these years on staff. The general manager wrote and published a history of the station filled with photographs. Everyone's name was mentioned, even people who only made casual appearances. There is absolutely no reference to me in that book. It's as if I had never been there.

How come I have a nice pension from the radio announcers union?

Years later my mother wrote a brief history of our family. In it she talked about herself and my father, my brother, my sister and some facts about our ancestry. There is no mention of me anywhere in that history whatsoever. It is as if I never existed.

I am the last remaining member of that family and I exist.

Why was there hatred against me, why so much resentment, why was I neglected and overlooked? The answers to those questions aren't important. I live and have become whatever I've become in spite of them. Or because of them.

DB - The Vagabond
Never Give Up
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In your opinion, when he is finished digging up President Obama's school records, what's the next conspiracy Donald Trump will find?

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NASA has planned to send a two man mission on an 18 month trip to the planet Mars. It would take 6 months for the astronauts to get there and after 6 months of exploration another 6 months to return.

Should they do it and why, and if not, why not?

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Valerie said...

Wow, I am so sorry. I am so glad you are alive today. You have certainly influenced me. I think alot of those people must have been threatened and jealous, just a thought.

Thanks for being awesome you =)!!

Bucko (a.k.a., Ken) said...

Our journeys, complete with obstacles and challenges, are all part of who we are today.

pacifica62 said...

Geez, the invisible person. I can sort of understand how that feels even to this day. You have become far more than any of them both in spite and because of them.
The very fact that you are who you are confirms that.

Bucko (a.k.a., Ken) said...

We are a culmination of our experiences and interactions, both good and bad.