Wednesday, July 18, 2007

The First Baby Steps



First of all, for any of those out there interested in what Syd would look like as a bride, and I know there are a few of you, I have the first exclusive photos of how he would appear.


Shocking?


Yes.


Astounding?


Of course.


Surprisingly appealing?


Who would have guessed...


OK, enough of these inappropriate jokes...


I said a glut of goodbyes today and yesterday in Portland. My apartment is finally packed away into storage which leaves the wooden, creaky place ripe for echos. My cousins will now be able to do the construction they have wanted to on it. I can’t wait to see how it looks on my return!


I had a going away barbeque which was great, but as is often the case at gatherings where you are the host, you never are able to spend enough time with specific people because there are always others to greet. Regardless, it was a great time.


Leaving on a journey like this is something that sounds exciting in the planning phases, stressful in the preparation phases and terrifying in the doing phases.


I am in the doing phase now and I am still excited but also sad and scared to leave behind most of the people I love for a year and face a new challenge, thousands of miles away.


Tiffany drove me down to Eugene today, and as I wait for her while she is in class, I can’t really comprehend the fact that I will be so far away in a few days time.


Seriously, take a globe and give it a spin, because I will be on the opposite side of it in a few days time.


If it wasn’t scary though, something wouldn’t be right.


In closing, there is a photo of Ellie with her doll. This is my favorite photo so far with my new camera, although it is kind of creepy because of the doll.




The love you give comes back in the end.
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Friday, July 13, 2007

These are the people I leave

Today is my last at the Molalla Pioneer and I am left with a few questions.

They nag at the forgotten corners of my mind and turn my nights into restless bouts with tangled blankets.

First question: How the heck can my editor still have a positive attitude about life?

Here is a guy that didn’t just slip up a bit in his grand life plan but tripped and fell head-first into a pile of crap that is usually reserved for large fertilizer outfits and yet I don’t think that I have ever met a man who smiles quite as much as him.

I have met many average joes out there who have gone through a fraction of what this guy did and they are paralyzed.

Even though his often off-color humor can sometimes illicit steely stare-downs from the news reporter in the office, I think that it is exactly his ability to laugh at himself that has kept him sane up until this point.
Here’s to hoping his trajectory continues upward.

Second question: If our display ad person were in an action movie, exactly how many bad-guys would she kill?

The easy answer to this question is some crazy hyperbole in the 100’s but I am serious about this question. She once demonstrated on me exactly how quickly she would be able to leave me laid out and broken if she wanted to (she is a black belt) and it was quite possibly the most terrifying experience in my life.

Chuck Norris could destroy the whole world with his left thigh if he had half a chance, and I think that if this lady had a meaner disposition the whole office would be leveled and left with a hollow ringing sound — much like the scene after an intense hurricane.

That is just the thing, she doesn’t have that disposition. Not a mean bone in her body. And so, the office survives… At least for now...

Let’s cheer for her to stay on the good side of things.

By the way, my prediction would be 25 bad guys killed and five left without the ability to reproduce…

Third question: If our classified person had better aim, would I be blind?

The answer to this question is a quick and enthusiastic yes. I would have been nailed and in the emergency room in about two seconds if she could shoot rubber bands worth her beans.
As it is, I am safe.

All in all, she is the more “you just quit it!” type.

Anyway, I can’t say that I don’t provoke it — what with my comments about her daughter, my insistence of dancing in front of her desk and my propensity to threaten to report her to corporate, I almost shot a rubber band at myself.

Cheers for putting up with me.

Fourth question: How come our news reporter isn’t an international correspondent for CNN yet?

The basic answer is that most major media outlets are idiots. This girl has so much drive it makes my head spin.

I just vomited after writing that sentence it was so chalk-full of drive.
The real answer to the question is that she is new to the industry, but given a little bit of time and a little bit of luck, she will be a famous TV personality someday and I will be the poor slob begging for a job because I spent my formative years traipsing around the globe.

Fifth question: What is the funniest caption you can think of for this photo?

The best that I can come up with is “Cowboy finishes up on the bottom end of things…”
I am sure there are better ones out there…

The love you give comes back in the end
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Tuesday, July 10, 2007

One lump, or two?

My friend Humphrey thinks that you can tell a lot about a coffee shop from its sugar.

If the joint serves its sweetener in generic white-cane packets then it is a get-it-and-go type of place. If they are serving raw sugar they are a place concerned with health and naturalness. And if their sugar comes in glass jars that pour sweet white waterfalls into your rich dark lifeblood then you know that the place wants to form a lasting relationship with you. They want you to know that they trust you, so sit down and have a cup of joe at your leisure.

My friend Humphrey thinks that you can tell a lot about a coffee shop from its sugar.

The love you give comes back in the end.
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Thursday, July 5, 2007

Goodbye Portland and Molalla, Hello Marshall Islands

I was up until 2 AM last night. I had butterflies bumping heads in my stomach and a cotton mouth that soaked up every last drop of water I slurped down.

I had just received my email from the folks at WorldTeach telling me exactly what school I would be volunteering in during my year-long stay in the Marshall Islands.

Suddenly it was real.

My six-month application had come to bear fruit and I was going to pack my bags with light and loose-fitting cloths and travel half-way around the world to a poor island nation to help underprivileged youth learn English. I was going to be in the front of 30 plus kids every day teaching them a language I am not completely sure I have mastered yet.

I felt like I had received a kick to the stomach and a blow to the head and was left just sitting there stunned with the world spinning around me.

I was excited, anxious and terrified.

What if the kids hate me?

What if they won’t listen to me?

What if I get kicked off the island because I couldn’t get my job done?

For a long time I have been living by the philosophy where I expect the worst and hope for the best and it has served me well. It sheds situations of their grand and bloated expectations and streamlines things into a form of reality that can be surprisingly hard to attain when everyone is focusing on feeling spectacular and you are looked at with concerned eyes when you respond “OK” to the how-are-you question instead of “GREAT.”

The problem with expecting the worst and hoping for the best is that it can result in an attitude where you don’t put everything you have into a certain thing because you expect it to not work out. It would be great if it did, but it probably won’t.

As I laid there in my bed I realized that the main reason I couldn’t sleep was that I was too busy expecting the worst instead of hoping for the best.

My stomach of rebelling against my body and my mouth was having a contest with the Sahara for the most arid place on earth because I expected to fail.

I think that it is OK to have realistic views of what is possible — just as long as it doesn’t cloud out too many other things as impossible.

HOPING FOR THE BEST and expecting the worst is probably the best way to go.

At least I know you sleep better.


The love you give comes back in the end.
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Monday, July 2, 2007

Put Down the Basketball, Kid and Pick Up a Dang Rope

OK, stop me now if I am being ridiculous but it seems to me that things were a lot different back in my heyday of sports. Way, way back when — okay just 10-15 years ago — I thought I could become a professional at any sport I happened to pick up that day from baseball to backyard wagon racing. Man, those were the days.

I was basically in every youth sport opportunity that came my way from soccer to swimming — and I had fun doing it all.

It seems these days that kids are not afforded the same opportunity. At a very early age kids are streamlined into one sporting discipline that they seem naturally inclined towards and from there on out they play with a stamp on their forehead.

QUARTERBACK.

PITCHER.

SPRINTER.

There were symptoms of this when I was young as well.

All that my friend Andrew ever did was swim. Before school and after school he would be doing laps, working on the fine points of his turns and conditioning himself for greatness. He constantly smelled of chlorine and had a tan from swimming outside.

Andrew was a great swimmer — he had the fastest 50 meter sprint time for the whole high school as an eighth-grader — but I often wonder if he would have had fun doing other things as well.

I know a basketball player can learn a thing or two about patience from a baseball player and I am sure that Andrew could have gleaned something from some mean backyard wagon racing.
Right around now the summer rodeo season kicks into high gear and as the PRCA athletes come touring through town we all get to see first hand a sport that celebrates mixing things up.

Kids aren’t pigeon-holed into saddle-bronc riding, they are encourages to spread out their efforts over a variety of events.

Heck, there is even a winner for ‘all-around.’

There are those gifted youngsters who are so naturally inclined toward one athletic discipline that it would be a shame to not foster that; but for the vast majority, it is sad but true, transcendent athletic prowess is not on the horizon so diversifying our sporting outlets is a positive thing.

Getting out of one’s comfort is the best way to really grow.

So to all of the kids focused on being the next Derek Jeter or Michael Jordan, put down your baseball bat and basketballs and take a page from the rodeo book and jump on a steer, rope a cow or tame a bull — it might come in handy down the road.

Then again, I just might be ridiculous.


The love you give comes back in the end.
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Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Tripping up North

Story by: Tim Lane

Date Published to Web: 6/27/2007
GLADSTONE — Something was just a little off in Molalla’s Friday game against Gladstone. In the 12-2 loss, the 6-2 Indians loaded up the bases twice and failed to convert anything onto the scoreboard.

“The kids all came out a little bit flat,” Molalla baseball coach Rick Dishner said. “Nobody really came with their ‘A’ game, and I don’t know why. I don’t think that anyone knew why, we couldn’t figure it out.
Molalla gave up six runs in the second inning alone and committed seven errors on the afternoon, something that is decidedly unlike the Indians.

“We are usually a good defensive club,” Dishner said. “That is really unlike us. We haven’t had that many errors all season long. We just misplayed a couple balls.”
Molalla faced a pitcher that had given them fits during the high school season.
“They had a pretty good lefty on the mound,” Dishner said. “He did a nice job.”
Riley Falk pitched the first five innings of the game while Alex Cain went to the mound for the final two.

“Neither of the pitchers threw particularly bad,” Dishner said. “We did have a tough time of getting anything going, and Riley had a tough time with some of his mechanics.”

Falk was getting ahead of himself in his pitching motion which left his pitches very high in the strike zone.

“He left a lot of balls from belt to belly-button high,” Dishner said. “And that is a sweet spot, no matter who you are.”

Gladstone is a team that finished last season on top of the Capital Conference.

The loss was only the second in the Indians’ summer season; the other loss was against Lakeridge in the first game back from high school ball.

“We are feeling pretty good about our record,” Dishner said. “I mean, these are competitive teams.”

The win put Molalla at 4-1 on the week as they swept both Lake Oswego and Canby double-headers on Tuesday and Wednesday respectively.

“We are doing pretty well for summer-league,” Dishner said. “Sometimes I am not completely sure about who I am going to have to play because kids have other things going on, but that is just summer.”

The Indians played LaSalle on Monday and North Marion on Tuesday but results were not available at press time. From Friday through Sunday Molalla will play in the Philomath tournament.

Sunday, June 24, 2007

Put me in the game, coach

Isn’t it funny how time distorts things?

Like a half-empty glass set over newsprint it stretches things here and it condenses things there.

I spent much of last week watching high school basketball players sprint up and down the court and a part of me wondered if they really knew how lucky they are.

Here they are, focusing strictly on sports with their parents and community cheering them on and they have the luxury of dedicating hours to a game—how cool is that?

For most of them, there will never be another period in their lives that duplicates these moments. Soon enough there will be kids and bills, marriages and mortgages to worry about. As I sat there, separated by a 3 X5 view finder, I longed for my hay-day when I was pushing myself to be the best that I could.

I wanted to be off the sidelines and in the game.

I wondered what great things I could accomplish if I threw down my camera, and jumped into the game and demanded the rock on the low block. A delusional fantasy of myself sprinting up and down the court and gliding to the hoop crowded the space between my two ears.

Forget drafting Oden or Durant—draft me.

Never mind the fact that I would be dropping lungs instead of threes if I got back on the court; I still wanted to go back and squeeze every last drop out of my time in between the buzzers of every quarter.

I imagined myself to be great.

I imagined myself to be dedicated.

Suddenly it was a distinct reality that I was a sports legend in my high school days (far from it) and that I held records that crowded out the white on walls (actually I only have one).

Then I realized that I had stopped watching the games, I had stopped doing my job.
So I took a deep breath and wiped my hands off on my pants and got back to clicking a camera.

Time is a pretty funny thing. Add a little bit of it to anything and you can get something completely new.

Childhood? Sprinkle on a few years and suddenly it was either super hard (walking to school, up hills both ways) or it is ecstatically happy (oh, those were the days).

Mix time up with a sports reporter and suddenly you get a history of how amazing he was back in the day. Soaking up the moment is key to enjoying life but dang-it I just wanted the high school glory again for a second.

Kids playing basketball, like any in prep sports, are in a unique spot, and they should enjoy it to the utmost, but they will soon discover that life won’t end at the buzzer—or even when the graduation gown is put in the closet. There will be other challenges and triumphs in the road. There will be a time when these high school kids are men and women and are defined by things other than points and wins.

And sometimes they will look back on their days through the half-empty glass on newsprint and they will see sections that seem bigger than they actually were and others that seem smaller than they really were and they might want to jump in off the sidelines to get back in the game.

The problem is that time spent on the sideline is as crucial as time spent on the court because life doesn’t listen to buzzers or refs.

So I am happy behind my lens because time is a shifty thing, and if I am not careful I will be looking back on now and thinking, "man that was sweet when I watched sports for a living."

I mean, I get paid to go to games—how cool is that?

The love you give comes back in the end.
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Thursday, June 14, 2007

Baseball and Life

Baseball and softball are head games.

They are all about mental strength, fortitude and rhythm.

There isn’t the constant action of basketball or even football where athletes can play their way into or out of a slump. Baseball moves in jerky stop and start motion like a CD playing with scratch marks. A batter comes to the plate and swings away knowing that it will be a while before he will get up there again. There will be time to think and time to stew.

God forbid if that batter goes down swinging, slicing up a big hunk of air and winding himself up in a knot because then he is banished to the bench where he needs to wait for a chance to redeem himself. Hopefully that batter will be able to get back out onto the field for defense and make a solid catch or a good throw, and get his mind back to the right spot to compete. If not, then it will be a rough night.

Baseball and softball players are nervous creatures.

They chew seeds compulsively, they chatter amongst themselves on the diamond, pounding their mits with their fists to pass the time and chant little words strung together.

“Swing batter, swing batter.”

“One more, one more.”

They look for things to pass the time between action. Those moments when a batter is taking time at the plate and they are in the outfield and are set to stand at attention for action that might never come are crucial.

For many in today’s world, that is baseball’s biggest cross to bear—a lack of consistent action in an American society that has a tiny attention span.

That is however its biggest asset as well. People are drawn to innings, runs and outs because it does not come cheap. Like the affections of a cat it takes time for appreciation of the game to come. However, with time, I challenge anyone to say they can’t at least appreciate it. Baseball and softball are too alike to life to not be appealing. In baseball the action comes in truck-loads or not at all.

The same could be said about life.

So baseball and softball players cling to little things to string them along until the next big thing.

Chewing seeds, making idle chat is the same as following a TV show or repainting the bathroom. They are not crucial things, and they are not what it is all about, but they get you on the way there, they accent the real thing. In life you are defined by how well you can take advantage of the opportunities presented to you.

In baseball and softball it is the same—you need to be ready for when the ball comes flying at you, even though it might never happen.

You need mental strength, fortitude and rhythm.

Baseball and softball are head games.

The love you give comes back in the end.
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Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Liz Liechty Profile

Broken and Healed Again


By Tim Lane
Molalla Pioneer

A tale of being tough

In high school Elizabeth Liechty’s shoulder could be a bother sometimes. It had a tendency to pop out of its socket, making the painful process of pushing it back in a necessity for those around her.

“I just remember that dang shoulder,” Liechty’s high school basketball coach Ray Williams says. “When it first popped out I was mind boggled. Then I went over and felt it and I was stunned. I would have been crying but the other girls just said ‘oh, this happens all of the time,’ and they just popped it back in and she (Liechty) cringed a little bit and then got back out on the floor.”

She cringed a little bit and then got back out on the floor. She stopped, acknowledged the pain, and then pushed through it and got on with it.

Working through difficulties has been a trend in Liechty’s life.

Liechty knows pain and injury. It is something she has to deal with regularly.

Forget anticipating the worst, forget worrying if something dreadful might happen. For Liechty, she has been there, and the question in her life has always been, what now?

“We have always tried to instill in our kids that quitting is not an option,” Liz’s mother Melissa says. “Being part of what would be considered a large family by today’s standards our kids have always experienced patience and hard work because they competed with each other. None of what she has conquered has surprised me because she has always been tough.”

Liz had to be strong—she grew up in a household with four men, her father Paul, her older brother Dan, 22, and her younger brothers Aaron, 17, and Ben, 15.

“She had never quit anything in her life,” Melissa says. “She is tough. My husband always says she is tougher than all three of our boys.”

Tough like being able to keep playing a sport that knocks her shoulders out of whack.

“When I was in high school, I had two surgeries on my right shoulder,” Liechty says. “It still dislocates on a regular basis now.”

The next level

When Liechty graduated from Molalla High School in the spring of 2004, after the Indians finished fourth in the state, she decided that she wanted to continue playing.

“I got offered full tuition to play basketball and soccer at Treasure Valley Community College, but I decided that it was too far away,” Liechty says. “So I settled on Western Oregon because it was small and I really liked the campus.”

Liechty went to her freshman year of school with no guarantee that she would be able to play for the Wolves but she had a passion to compete that pushed her on.

That passion has been with her ever since she was young.

“Liz has always loved basketball,” Melissa says. “Liz slept with her basketball in grade school and middle school, hoping her ball handling skills would improve.”

After starting the sport in kindergarten and enduring two shoulder surgeries, making the Western Oregon basketball team did not seem like such a giant hurdle.

“My freshman year of college I stayed in shape and never really gave up the idea of playing,” Liechty says.

Along with the work that she put into staying in shape, Liechty also went to Western Oregon games.

“I went and watched (the) team play all their home games my freshman year,” Liechty says. “When I watched I said to myself I could be out there, I can do what they are doing.”

That spring of her freshman year, Liechty contacted the coach and started working out with the team. Those workouts and the show of dedication paid dividends as Liechty made the team as a walk-on her sophomore year of school. Then, a week before the Wolves’ first game, with about 10 minutes left in a practice something went wrong.

“I shifted my weight and my knee gave out,” Liechty remembers. “I tried to walk it off but I knew something was not right.”

After the trainer looked at her injury he agreed something was wrong and a doctor’s visit confirmed it—Liechty had torn her anterior cruciate ligament, or ACL.

“Liz’s Dad, Paul, and I were crushed when Liz called to tell us about her injury,” Melissa remembers. “She had made the cuts to play basketball and had been practicing for a couple of months (when it happened).”

Starting over

Liechty had surgery in November of that year and started throwing herself into the rehabilitation process when another obstacle was thrown up in her way—her basketball coach who had given her a roster spot on the team, resigned.

“I was told that because I had not played because of my ACL I was going to have to start at zero with a new coach,” Liechty recalls.

It was another setback, but also another chance to push through.

That new coach was Greg Bruce. Bruce came into the program looking to revamp the team into a winner.

He made it a priority to visit each one of the players on the team from the area.

“We didn’t have a lot of local kids on the team so I made it a point to visit each one,” Bruce says. “The thing that struck me the most about Liz was that she was honest and willing to do whatever it took to get on the team.”

So Bruce threw Liechty, and the rest of the team, into the fire with an intensive preseason training regimen.

“At the start of the year I went to 6 a.m. track workouts three days a week along with individual workouts in the afternoon and weights also,” Liechty says.

The workouts were no walk in the park for Liechty.

“I think that the preseason conditioning was a shock to most of the kids and I think that Liz struggled a little on the track and in the first few practices in the gym,” Bruce says. “What I liked about her though was that she accepted criticism and she allowed you to coach her. She is a ‘yes sir’ or ‘no sir’ kind of player.”

Hard work over talent

Liz’s dedication propped her up to success, even though she might not have been as naturally gifted as other players.

“If you want to stack talent on talent she was on the short end of things but through hard work she has been able to succeed,” Bruce says.

Once again, Liechty’s hard work in the face of challenge paid off and she made the team. Her goal this year was to start at least one game and she did it, along with leading the team in field goal percentage and scoring a career-high 10 points against Metro State in a tournament in Montana.

Like most of Liechty’s other goals, she earned her achievements and people around her have taken notice.

“I think Liz has truly been an example for everyone around her,” Melissa says. “She has faced whatever life has thrown her way with determination and drive. She is stubborn, she doesn’t give up. We were all extremely proud of her.”

On the flip side of that, Liz is just as thankful for the support her family has provided.

“My parents and extended family have supported me in every way and pushed me to always do better,” Liz says. “On average I had about 15 family members at every game. Whether I played 40 minutes or zero they were there. My parents have helped me the most. They always supported me and told me not to give up.”

For Liechty, the road to where she is now has been long, and at times bumpy, but the process has been worth the result.

“I never really had a low I guess,” Liechty says of working through pain and injuries on her way to becoming a college athlete. “It is weird but I enjoy practice so much. I try to go everyday and give all I have. Both my shoulders and knee still bother me but there is no way I am going to let that stop me from playing. I don’t hold anything back because I
have worked so hard to get where I am now.”

Liechty, along with playing for the Wolves, is an American Sign Language major with a minor in Physical Education. She hopes to work as an interpreter in an elementary setting.


The love you give comes back in the end.
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Monday, June 11, 2007

Dear Burly Fisherman

To Whom It May Concern,

Alaskan fishermen are tough mothers, I’ll tell you what.

I was out at the bars, having a few beers and fortifying myself with a false sense of strength when a burly and bearded man with arms bulging with muscles challenged me to arm wrestling.

Mano a mano.

I thought, I am tall, I have leverage, and I have beaten most of my friends at this before, so why not.

I plopped down and made a big show of stretching and getting ready and then clasped hands with the man who smelled of fish oil.

He creamed me and as he smiled and took a pull off of his hand-rolled cigarette I challenged him to a rematch in a couple of weeks.

“No time for that,” he said. “I am off fishing starting tomorrow. Will be gone for three months.”

I called my girlfriend, dejected and depressed.

“Did you bet me?” she asked.

“No,” I said.

“Well, then you are fine,” she said.

The love you give comes back in the end.
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Thursday, June 7, 2007

Body Worlds 3 at OMSI---Welcome to the Club

See the Eyes


Death and life are often viewed as the hopeful beginning and the dreadful end.



Our relationship to our body, the instrument that is our filter to the outside world, is often ignored and clouded with fear and ignorance because of that beginning—but more likely because of that end.

I see through my eyes but I do not see my eyes.

Right now at OMSI you get the chance to see the eyes.
It is creepy and eerie in a way that is difficult to pinpoint, but nevertheless it is worthwhile.

Real skeletons strapped with muscle tissue and tendons, veins and organs flapping outward, kick-flip skateboards and jump hurdles down at OMSI in Portland, Ore. starting today.

Body Worlds 3, the brain-child of Dr. Gunther von Hagens, will be on display for anyone who has time to spare and a strong constitution in the stomach region.

If not, you might end up emptying your stomach onto a stomach.

The bodies are preserved, with consent from the donors, using a process known as plastination—developed and perfected at von Hagens’ own Institute for Plastination in Heidelberg, Germany.

Technicians inject different types of plastics into the body and replace the liquids, which preserves the body’s tissue in a pliable and creepy way that is supposedly permanent and makes it so the muscles and tendons shake and vibrate when people walk by.

Half of me expected the body’s eyes to dart and focus at me at any moment.
The exhibit is spread out over two floors in strategically lit rooms with large canvases draped down in the manner of great mansions or cathedrals displaying various quotes on death and our relationship with it made by some of the best thinkers our world has ever produced.

Suddenly death is not something marked with a tombstone and a few eloquent words etched in stone, it is a very real, very vibrant and colorful dissection of ourselves, to show that death is in an intimate and committed relationship with life.

At least that is what the exhibit conveys—death and how much a part of life it is.

However as I walked away from the collection of bodies posed in positions ranging from praying to running—all done with brains, livers, hearts and multiple other organs blown out the back so gawkers could amble by and stick their noses into someone’s else’s chest cavity—I had the much more profound impression of life and its relationship to death.

Here was an exhibit that showed me just exactly how the muscles lining the truck of my body bend and flex to keep me upright and balanced, a showcase that displayed just how negative a consequence smoking can be to the delicate tissues in our lungs.

And it came from the death and preservation of someone else.

We are living until we die and Body Worlds 3 blurs that line and shows just how close we are to the other side.

The “VIP” opening of the event coincided with the graduation ceremony of OHSU, so as I ambled around the completely exposed corpses of people long since dead, there were men and women in suits strolling beside me and making offhand medical observations on the form and function of the displays.

These were health workers who were “in the club.” They had been “seeing the eyes” for quite some time now.

As I leaned intently over a glass box containing the perfectly preserved enlarged heart of a person dead of a heart attack a very well dressed man with gold-rimmed glasses commented to his wife.

“I had a patient with a heart condition just like this one last week,” he said with a smile. “The guy croaked before we could get him into the O.R.”

Doctors and nurses and others intimately involved with the health industry have long dealt with life’s relationship to death while everyone else has voluntarily sheltered away from it.

We live everyday not really understanding how.

The health world knows and it is jaded, in a sense, to the point that they will smile and point out the reason a patient of theirs died last week.

Body Worlds 3 lets us into that exclusive club that sees the eyes, not just through them—even if we are not ready for it.

Welcome to the beginning of seeing the end… Or is it the other way around?

It is all in the eyes.

The love you give comes back in the end.
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Wednesday, June 6, 2007

Battleing the Red Tape Monster

Man, do immigrants have it tough or what?

Last week I was cycled through various public buildings in order to secure a visa to work and live abroad in the upcoming year. The granite structures ranged from the central police precinct to something called the Justice Building

I assume the Justice Building is the place where justice originates from. I imagine wearing a black cape.

I had to show various forms of identification, had to sign onto a list with my reason for coming and I had to wait in small little rooms lit by the flickering of a tired neon light who just wanted to get some rest. The light seemed cranky, and I was cranky and the guy who was helping me out? Well, guess what? He was cranky too.

We all just needed more sleep I suppose.

Little processing fees seemed to pop up at every corner like molehills in a freshly mowed lawn and I could feel my energy drain with the dollars in my bank account. My hand was stamped as I was ushered through turn styles much like the entrance of a night club, but unlike a night club, when I finally got through the craggy bouncer, the throng of others waiting and the various ID checks, there was no pulsing music, no excited ambiance and certainly no stiff drinks.

The last difference was especially appalling because I have found that once the red tape of any government establishment is navigated, you could use a stiff drink.

OK, I am exaggerating... Horribly.

The whole thing probably lasted less than thirty minutes, but at the end of the day it was pretty bureaucratic and if I had not done extensive research before I went as to what I should bring, the whole thing could have been truly painful—and this is coming from a guy who has been a citizen his whole life and has no criminal record.

I don’t have a better solution as to how the system should work. Part of the reason for having extensive hoops to jump through is to catch the people who should be caught. The unsavory characters in this world. The whole issue of red tape is probably just a necessary evil.

Still makes me think, if it can be such a pain for a citizen, what must it be like for someone here from another country. Someone who was fleeing a life of poverty to set up something better? They don’t have the little plastic cards that validate their presence, they don’t have the language skills to successfully navigate the bowels of public buildings and they have nothing in the way of practical experience to apply to the process.

Man, do immigrants have it tough or what?

The love you give comes back in the end.

Saturday, June 2, 2007

Champion

At the beginning of the Linfield College softball season freshman Jessica Popiel knew that her new team was good—she just didn’t realize how good.

“We always knew that we were probably one of the best teams in the country, but I don’t think that we realized that we were the best team in the country,” Popiel said.

The Linfield Wildcats (37-11 overall, 22-6 conference) won the NCAA Division III softball title with a 10-2 win over Washington-St. Louis on May 22 at the Moyer Sports Complex in Salem, Va. It was the first women’s national team title in school history and Popiel was an intricate part of the success throughout the season.

“It is pretty surreal,” Popiel said. “I don’t think that it has all sunken in yet. I think that when we start getting stuff like our championship rings then it will feel more real. It is not overwhelming now, not yet.”

While Popiel sat out the championship series with an injury sustained in a game against the Redlands on May 13, she doesn’t think that the team felt too much anxiety in the big series.

“To be honest, it didn’t feel like too much pressure,” Popiel said. “It just felt like any other game, just another tournament. Afterwards, it didn’t feel like we should be done playing.”

After the Wildcats won their trophy, Popiel’s phone started ringing with calls from well-wishers.

“Everyone has been calling me—my family, my old coaches, my friends and the coaches of my friends—everyone,” Popiel said.

That thrill of winning has carried over to her fans as well.

“It was very exciting,” Jessica Popiel’s mother Irene said. “It was really fun to be able to go and watch (Linfield games during the season).”

While Irene was unable to make it to the championship series, she followed her daughter’s team intently.

Jessica, who played shortstop for the Molalla Indians in high school, switched into the outfield for Linfield, spending most of her time in the right field.

“It is a very different perspective out there,” Jessica said. “You are the last line of defense. Well, there is the fence back there, but if it gets there that is no good.”
Jessica was thrust into the new role out of necessity.

“We really had a need for our freshmen class to step in and help us in the outfield and with

Jessica’s ability to run and make plays she was a natural candidate for the position,” Linfield softball coach Jackson Vaughan said. “It was hard for her to break a lot of her infield habits but the more she worked at it the better she got and by the end of the season she was one of the better defensive outfielders in our conference.”

Proof of Jessica’s success is in her 41 starts, 43 games played, a .309 batting average for the season, 25 runs, 19 RBI, eight stolen bases with one home run.

That ability to excel from all spots in the field made her valuable.

“Jessica’s biggest strength is probably her athleticism and versatility,” Vaughan said. “She is very athletic and has the ability to play a number of defensive positions.”

The jump from high school ball to college ball has meant better treatment as a player for Jessica who does not miss riding to games in the classic yellow school buses.
“It is very different,” Jessica said. “It is an amazing feeling to know that you are flying across the country to play softball.”

Another difference for Jessica has been the jump in the ability of opponents.

“You have to realize real fast that everyone can play,” Jessica said. “In high school there are competitive people but there are also people out there to have fun. In college you are always playing to win, and everyone has the ability to do that.”

The best part of being on the softball team for Jessica has been the support it has provided.

“Everyone on the team is great,” Jessica said. “They are all supportive so the feeling is really awesome because you know if you have a problem you can come to them with it and they will fix it. The seniors were really encouraging to us. They didn’t make us do anything like carry their bags or anything like that. They did make fun of us a little bit though.”

There will not be much rest for Jessica to enjoy her new status as part of the best team in Division III softball. She will take two weeks off before jumping into a summer workout regimen targeted to improve her strength and conditioning. That will lead her right up into Fall ball where she will have three practices a week for four weeks with the rest of the team to hone that strength and conditioning before running right up into the 2008 season in January.

“In softball you are always doing something and then pretty soon the year is over,” she said.
Jessica should have a central role in the team’s future.

“Jessica has a bright future in our program,” Vaughan said. “She needs to continue to work hard and develop her skills as a hitter at the college level but with her work ethic and attitude we expect her to be a contributor for years to come.”

Preparation for that future begins now and Jessica is eager to play a pivotal role in the Wildcats’ bid to repeat as champions.

“We are very hungry to repeat,” Jessica said. “Once you get that feeling of what it is like to win, you just want it more.”

Set to join Jessica on 2008’s edition of Linfield softball is former high school teammate Kendra Guest who is coming off of a dominant season of pitching for the Molalla Indians where she was named a first-team all-league pitcher.

The love you give comes back in the end.
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Friday, May 18, 2007

Art Found




There is a boat permanently moored and half-destroyed in the yard and a metal tree snaking up the side of the chimney. Standing on the front porch is a metal man sawing on the fiddle and in the back yard are Japanese faces painted on side sections of cut logs, propped among the bushes and glaring down.

The Benavidez property is anything but typical; David and Carolyn have made it a reflection of themselves.

“We can’t help but make it ours,” Carolyn says of her unique yard and its decorations. “We love sculpture, and in a way our home is an extension of that.”

All over the yard and within the house are things taken from nature and incorporated artistically in the design and layout of the Benavidez living space.

“We like to take things from nature and put our touch on it,” Carolyn, who has been living with her husband in Colton for the past nine years, says.

One such piece is a rock, about the size of a misshapen basketball that sits on a pedestal on the way to the front door. It is a rock that they found beside a lake in their travels through Canada.

“If you want to talk about adventure, talk about bringing that rock out of there in a little CB plane,” Carolyn says. “It is special in its formation, and it doesn’t look like it weighs much, but that thing must be over 100 pounds.”

David is an artist and a professional arborist while Carolyn focuses solely on art and occasionally shows her work at the Indigo Gallery in Joseph, Oregon. She grew up in Oregon City, and has been practicing art for 50 years, although recently she has slowed down a little.

“I have been kind of on sabbatical for nine years,” Carolyn says.

Many of the features on the Benavidez property are creations of their own, but some are pieces from others.

“We sometimes trade with other artists,” Carolyn says.

One of the most distinctive aspects of the Benavidez yard is the large sardine boat that sits perched on a shallow grassy mound next to the front driveway. The large boat has its backside crumpled in a splintering of wooden planks jutting out in various stages of rot and decay.

“We saw the boat on a trip once and brought it back because we were going to repair it,” Carolyn says. “We never got around to it. We have kind of enjoyed watching it fall apart slowly. We will have to have a little marshmallow roast if we ever decide to burn it down.”

Letting their living space be molded and shaped by the processes of the natural world around them—like letting a boat rot away in their front yard and using fallen limbs in art work—is something that has shaped the progression of their yard decoration and landscape.

“I love to recycle what nature gives us,” Carolyn says.

Even when nature has not given them something to work with, its inspiration is enough. Coursing its way up the chimney in the side of the house is a metallic tree that David worked on for about a month. It starts with a root system and goes all of the way up into branches with a quarter moon sitting on top—all done in Cor-Ten, or weathering, steel. It is a type of metal that changes color without losing structural integrity due to the rusting process.

With things like a boat rotting in the yard and a metal tree clinging to the chimney, the Benavidez house is not a run of the mill place, it is an extension of David and Carolyn’s creativity and they would not have it any other way.

"We enjoy it, and people enjoy coming over,” Carolyn says.

The love you give comes back in the end.
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Thursday, May 17, 2007

Learning the Ropes




When I first began my job as the sports editor at the Molalla Pioneer I was more concerned with writing than taking photographs. I just felt less comfortable with the clicking of a shutter than the clacking of a keyboard.
I have been writing ever since I can remember.
Little stories about marooned boys finding treasure on an island full of magic and pirates—normal preteen stuff I guess.
So when I covered my first game the piece of equipment with flashing bulbs and whirring focus sounds scared the crap out of me.
It was a Colton boys basketball game and my main concern was just getting a photo that would pass in the printed page.
Something that would not be blurry, have a face in it and not have too many limbs cut off and floating outside of the pane of the picture—aside from the poor composition it would cause the aspect of floating phantom limbs terrified me.
However, as time passed and I messed up with crappy lighting and blurry action I became more comfortable with the workings of photography. The intricacies of choosing the correct speed, ISO and aperture settings began to settle in on my brain I became better. Sure I failed, but I started to make some progress.
Suddenly I was going into events with shots already framed in my head, planes of focus that I wanted to nail down—moments in the action that would best tell a story.
I am not saying that I am some sort of expert photographer now. There is plenty more for me to learn. But it has struck me how many things in life are the same as my process of learning how to take pictures.
At first you just want to get through it. Just hope that you don’t screw anything up too badly.
However that passes, and if you become comfortable with the thing that were so new before, you are no longer strictly concerned with how to survive, and more concerned with how you can go about the best way to thrive.
To be stuck in the comfortable, the routine, is like pulling out a camera and fearing the clicking sound it makes just hoping that you get something right so you can move onto the clacking of the keyboard.
If you can break out though, if you can experiment and pick yourself up from a fall then you might be able to be concerned with something else, you might be able to put your stamp on something.

The love you give comes back in the end.

Saturday, May 5, 2007

Look to the Cookie

In most towns and cities across the country there are a few obligatory landmarks. There is always a post office, always a bank and always food from around the world.

It doesn’t matter if you are in the smallest town in America I would bet good money that they will have a little taco joint, a Chinese buffet, a coffee stand or at least a neighbor who knows how to fry up a good Pad Thai.

We, as Americans, are global citizens whether we like it or not, and it has been that way since we first learned how to pinch pieces of chicken between two sticks.

There is an increasingly heated debate growing up in our nation over issues on immigration. It is the type of hot-button topic that you can only ignore if you close your eyes real tight, clasp your hands over you ears and choose to not get out of bed in the morning.

International influences have seeped into our everyday, and it is not a new occurrence. Unless you are a full-blooded Native American Indian you are an immigrant, and somewhere back in your lineage you were the foreigner.

For many immigrants to our country May 1 has become a day to protest how things are, a day to bring the country’s attention to the fact that there are nearly 12 million foreign souls living within our borders and contributing to who we are and yet feel like they are not being recognized.

Look around you and you will see that the typical image of an American—tow-headed with eyes like the sky—simply is not the norm.
Among our ranks of laborers, workers and student populations is a rising proportion of diversity, and it is growing with each year.

Don’t believe me? When is the last time you baked an apple pie? I bet that you have had 100 more cappuccinos in the last couple months than apple pie.

Maybe we should change the saying to “as American as a tall non-fat double cappuccino.”
Securing our borders from illegal crossing and addressing the high proportion of illegal immigrants in our country, while being related, should be dealt with in completely different manners.

It is one thing to deny a person entrance to the country in the first place, but revoking them residence in our country once they are already established is a completely different thing.
It is different because they are no longer who they were when they came. They are us, and in turn we become a little bit of them. Immigrants to our country invest time, effort and love into their new lives and that is felt from the tangible to the completely intangible.

It is illegal to issue a license to an illegal immigrant, but it is not illegal to provide them insurance. And so insurance companies, with the almighty dollar in mind, have complied and are now providing insurance to anyone who cares to pay for it. And so, in the strictly nuts and bolts manner of thinking, immigrants are contributing to our country, to our economy and to our livelihood.

Then there is the effect immigrants have on our nation that can’t be sliced and diced in clean numbers. The benefit of fresh perspectives and new ways of thinking, the infusion of new talents and skills—and then there is the food.

Foreign food is everywhere, and we love it. While I don’t know the right answer to the immigration issue, to who we should let stay and who we should send packing, I know what our taste buds think. We order pizza for the big game and we drink wine with fancy dinners. Our gullets have always been open, now if we could just do something about our minds.

The love you give comes back in the end.
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Sunday, March 18, 2007

Greatness

Jacob Tomlin and the path to unparalell

Jacob Tomlin had huge goals bouncing around on the inside of his head when he took the mat for his first season at Colton High School. Tomlin wanted to be a history maker; someone who squeezed his name into the record books with gaudy achievements like an undefeated high school career and becoming a four-time state champion. The young man wanted to be unprecedented and his track record up to that point showed that it was possible.

He had accrued various youth championships, he was the middle school state champion and he won the Oregon Greco title two times. If anyone could do it than it was this kid coming out of Colton.

It was not meant to be.

Tomlin slipped up in the semifinals of the state tournament his freshman year in an overtime match where he was called for an illegal move after he slammed a kid too hard.

“That devastated me,” Tomlin says of the loss. “All of my dreams of high school were pretty much shattered. I wanted to be undefeated through high school and win four state titles.”
Tomlin went to bed the night after the loss dejected.

“It was tough, I had to wrestle the next day too, and I was five or six pounds overweight and I just wanted quit and say ‘I am done, I am not going to wrestle any more,’ but I had to go home and run that weight off and wrestle the next day,” Tomlin recalls. “It was really difficult for me but I just thought, ‘it is not going to do me any good to throw the towel in now so I might as well make the best of it if I can.”

Tomlin certainly did. In the rest of his high school career he racked up three state titles and only was defeated twice more, once when he was sick. However the most telling fact about Tomlin is that the night after he lost and went home feeling crestfallen after his dreams for his high school career were broken, he got on the treadmill, lost the weight he needed to and came back to the meet prepared and he took home third place.

His self motivation, his willingness to roll with the punches, is something that has been with Jacob his whole life and other people have taken notice. This year Tomlin was named the 3A state wrestler of the year, an award voted on by coaches from all classifications in the state, and he was named to the Oregon Wrestling All-Star team. In the next month he will travel down to California to face the state champion there for bragging rights.

All of his accomplishments speak to Tomlin’s inner drive.

“Jacob is a young man that has a very high character and is very self-motivated,” Jacob’s father, Dennis Tomlin says.

When Jacob started wrestling at a young age, he was the one pushing to improve his skills, not his father or a coach. And he worked hard, even when his wrestling career did not start with the same dominance that it ended with.

“He initiated it at first, he said that he wanted to try it and just like most kids just starting off, he went out there and he got thumped on pretty good,” Dennis says. “He had pretty limited success, but then he started learning more and started to really love it and he would start asking me, ‘hey dad, can we go to practice tonight?’ And I would get in the car and drive him over to Canby and sit for three hours and watch him practice.”

And so began Jacob’s love for the sport of wrestling and he quickly knew that he wanted to take it to the next level.

“I think probably around fifth grade was when I started to get really serious about it,” Tomlin said. “I kind of realized that if I wanted to take it to the next level I kind of had to do something more.”

So Jacob started pouring in his time and effort to the pursuit of wrestling. He and his dad drove all over, from Seattle to Ashland, to compete in matches. This meant that Jacob was spending many hours with his father, growing closer and cementing the strong bond that the two share today.

“We spent so much time together,” Dennis says. “There were many matches where his was the last one of the night and we would have to be there till late in the night.”

Jacob is someone who values his family greatly, and they have become some of his biggest backers in return.

“It is really nice to have support no matter what I do,” Jacob says. “They support me in everything. It is great because it is like having a traveling fan club.”

Jacob’s mother is April, who works at Molalla elementary school, and he is the middle child of five in the Tomlin household. He has two younger sisters, Amanda, 13, and Laura, 16, and an older sister Sarah, 19 and a brother Justin, 25. His sister is especially passionate about her younger brother’s exploits on the mat and when he lost in the semi’s his freshman year, she took it almost hard as he did.

“I think that my older sister almost had a nervous breakdown,” Tomlin says. “I think that she was more upset than I was. It was pretty intense.”

Tomlin has reshaped the face of Colton wrestling and will go down in history as the first three-time state champion from the high school; it is the type of achievement that will have reverberations in the Colton community and mat room for years to come.

“I think that it is great for the program to have super-good wrestlers in the mat room because everyone around them gets better,” Colton wrestling coach Kerry Benthin says of Jacob’s presence on the team.

Over the years Jacob has refined his techniques and has gotten to the point where wrestlers will avoid the weight class that he intends to compete in.

“Jacob is above everybody, he really dominates a match,” Benthin says. “He is at a different level than most kids.”

During his senior season Jacob almost saw his revised dreams of three state titles evaporate as he was knocked down by an intense bout of mononucleosis.
“The low point in my high school career was probably this year when I had mono and I was out for quite a bit,” Jacob said.

The doctors were not even sure if Jacob would be able to get back to the mat at all during his senior season.

“When I found out that he was diagnosed with mono I thought ‘maybe it is a bad diagnosis, maybe we should get a second opinion,’” Dennis recalls. “He was bedridden for quite sometime because he had a pretty intense case. It was tough for me because I saw him dealing with the fact that he might not be able to accomplish what he set out to do.”
Jacob was able to come back strong and down the sickness quicker than some might have expected.

“I wasn’t surprised that he came back from it,” Dennis says. “If anyone was going to come back from that, he was going to come back from it.”

Jacob’s next step is to wrestle at the collegiate level and that brings up some difficult decisions.

“I have been talking a lot to my dad and some other people about what I want to do and where I want to go,” Jacob says. “I am stuck on the fence between a Division 1 school and a community college. I think that a community college is going to be a lot easier of a transition for me. I defiantly think that it is a huge decision. I am really confused about it I guess. It is such a big decision.”

Tomlin wants to continue to be involved in wrestling after his own competition days are over. He wants to be a coach at some level and either work as a high school teacher or in forest management.

Those huge goals that were bouncing around in Jacob Tomlin’s head when he was just a freshman have not come into reality in exactly the way that Jacob had wanted but they are not tarnished. Jacob has set records and has a bright future ahead of him and now he can sit back and enjoy the rest of his senior year and be satisfied with a stellar high school wrestling career.

“When you are done and you look back and it is kind of like your masterpiece,” Jacob says. “You have got to be happy.”

The love you give comes back in the end.
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Wednesday, March 7, 2007

Playing Through

Most children only need to worry about school assignments and fitting in that extra hour of play before the sun hides behind the horizon.
Most children certainly do not have to worry about complicated blood-sugar levels and injecting needles into themselves.

Emily Knight and Korey Anderson were not most children.
Knight, now a regular contributor for the Colton girls basketball team, and Anderson, now the starting point guard for the Colton boys team, found out they had juvenile diabetes when they were kids.

That means that worrying about their blood-sugar and poking themselves with needles became a part of their everyday lives. Take out the trash, do your homework and adjust the amount of insulin you need to take for the turkey you are about to eat.

“There is no cure,” Knight says. “It means that your body doesn’t produce any insulin so you have to take it in injections.”

Juvenile diabetes, also known as type 1 diabetes, is not to be confused with type 2 diabetes. According to the American Diabetes Association, type 2 diabetes can largely be managed by adjusting diet and being active, and is the result of the body’s inability to use insulin effectively; type 1, or juvenile, diabetes denotes a body’s failure to produce insulin at all. Insulin is a hormone that converts sugars, starches and other foods into energy that the body can use in day to day activity.

The reason that type 1 diabetes is commonly known as juvenile diabetes is that it most often comes on in children and young adults. For Knight and Anderson, they found out at a very young age.

“I was eight years old, it came on really gradually, I was just really thirsty and eventually I was so weak they took me to the doctor,” Knight says.

Knight’s mother, Laura also remembers the condition coming on gradually, but when things started getting very serious she rushed her in to see someone.

“It even got to the point where she was having trouble breathing so we knew we should really check it out,” Laura says. “And just on the basis of one blood test they knew exactly what it was.”

For Anderson, the onset of the disease came on at a later age.

“I was in fifth grade and I was just at football practice one day and I felt sick,” Anderson remembers. On that day his mother, Mary, came to practice to bring him a piece of football gear that he had forgotten and she immediately saw that something was wrong with her son; he looked emaciated.

“He looked really pale and he just didn’t look right,” Mary Anderson says. When they took him into the hospital, the doctor had a hunch right away. After a few tests, they knew that he had type 1 diabetes. Korey spent one day in intensive care at Legacy Emanuel Hospital.

A Shift in Life

Circumstances in life can shift reality. Finding out that you or someone you love has a disease like type 1 diabetes is one such circumstance.

“It was a shock,” Laura says. “It was a condition that was not only life-threatening but it would be with her for her whole life. We just had to deal with it. It was about a year and a half after she had lost her dad so I wanted to do everything I could to make it easy for her.”

For the Anderson’s, it was a point where they knew that the rest of their lives would be changed.

“I had seen that before, so at least from my perspective having that hit so close to home is akin to someone showing up on an accident and seeing someone they know,” Korey’s father, Kevin Anderson, who has been a Emergency Medical Technician for 20 years, recalls. “I immediately started thinking about the amount of work it was going to be. It was a moment I knew that our life and his life had changed completely. I knew that Mary and the rest of our family didn’t know the long-term complications associated with it, and I did. I was probably feeling a little more sick-to-my-stomach about what was in store for him.”

Korey’s mother felt the same shifting of reality.

“It was kind of like my world dropped,” Mary remembers. “I had never known anyone who was diabetic and so it was a shock. I just remember walking in a zone, it was so unreal.”
With the support of their friends and family, both Korey and Emily have been able to step up to the new challenges and meet them head-on with a good attitude. The two have taken on their diabetes and have made it a part of their everyday life.

Bright Spots

Emily Knight and Korey Anderson are two of the nicest kids anyone will have the pleasure of meeting; they just happen to have diabetes. They are optimistic about the challenges in their lives and work every day to manage them; but they do not go about it on their own.

“I didn’t really have any fear because of all of the support I had from my family and friends,” Emily says. Emily has five brothers and sisters starting with Jessie 24, Karissa 23, Kasey 19, Sarah 13, and Anjuli 11.

Shortly after Emily was diagnosed, Laura made each member of the family inject her with insulin at least once so they knew what to do in case of emergency.

“The first thing that we did was we made everybody in the family aware of what to do (if Emily needed an injection of insulin) and each one of them had to give her a shot at one point,” Laura says.

Juvenile diabetes has not held them back in basketball. They test their blood-sugar levels before games and sometimes at halftime, but they can usually feel when something is off.

“You feel like throwing up,” Emily says. “If I have a low blood-sugar (level) then I can’t concentrate at all so I have to have juice right away.”

“I feel really sick and I get tired easier,” Korey says.

Korey uses insulin pens, needles inside of a casing that make injections easier, and he counts up the carbohydrates in whatever food he is about to eat and then injects the appropriate amount of insulin into his system.

Emily uses an insulin pump, a gift from her uncle, which consistently puts the appropriate amount of insulin into her system throughout the day. She takes the pump off when she is showering or in games and practices.

Korey and Emily have had slip-ups taking care of their diabetes. One summer Korey was at a basketball camp and he miscounted his carbohydrates.

“We were getting ready to play and right before the game I felt my blood sugar plummet and I had to drink an energy drink and sit out for the whole first half,” Korey says.

Before the season began, Colton boys basketball coach Greg Adams was a little concerned about not having a back-up point guard in case something happened to Korey. However Korey has responded by making it a non-issue for the season.

“It has never bothered him all year, he has been able to play every game,” Adams said. “He has stepped up.”

Making it Normal

Living with juvenile diabetes is something that Korey and Emily have taken responsibility of.

“He (Korey) never complained about it, he never said, ‘why me,’ he just figured, ‘this is how God wanted me to be,’” Korey’s mother Mary says.

“She (Emily) knew that it was a very serious thing and that she had to deal with it,” Emily’s mother Laura says. “I am sure there were times that she was saddened that she had to deal with it and that she was different than others but on the whole she has had a really positive outlook on it.”

Emily and Korey took over the responsibility of caring for themselves sooner rather than later.

“My mom did it all at first, but within a year I was doing everything by myself,” Emily says.

It was important for Laura that her daughter learned how to take care of herself as soon as possible.

“We wanted her to have the freedom to go away from us and we wanted to get her independent as soon as we could,” she says.

The Day to Day

Living with diabetes is just another aspect of life for Korey, and in the long-run has probably made them stronger people.

“For me it was kind of an epiphany,” Korey’s father Kevin says. “I think that for me to look at him and see what he is doing at his age, he truly is my hero because he does things that I couldn’t do.”

Emily’s mother Laura agrees.

“She is just terrific,” she says. “She has done such a great job. She is proactive and she doesn’t sit around and feel sorry for herself.”

However positively both kids take on the challenges associated with having type 1 diabetes, there are still hardships associated with the condition.

“I’m still sometimes nervous about doing it in public, so I will use the bathroom or something,” Korey says.

Emily is a little bit more open and talks to whoever wants to about her condition.

“I tell them offhand,” she says. “They will ask me what I am doing when I am taking my blood-sugar. They are really curious about it because a lot of people don’t know about it. People stare sometimes, but they are pretty cool. I have gotten used to it so it is not a big deal.”

Sometimes it is hard for the people closest to Emily and Korey to watch them do things that most other teenagers do not have to worry about.

“It hurts to see him take so many shots and yet I have to remember that there are some people with things far worse,” Korey’s mother Mary says. “This is something where he can live and have a long life as long as he is on top of it.”

The Future

The medical field is something that both Emily and Korey want to enter in to. Emily wants to be a doctor and Korey wants to be an EMT like his father.

No matter how their futures turn out, both already have significant life victories under their belts.

“It goes beyond being proud, it speaks to his character,” Korey’s father Kevin says of the way his son has dealt with diabetes. “I always think of a man’s character as what you do when people aren’t watching, and how you deal with life, and he has far exceeded those expectations at an early age.”

Both players participate in an annual walk and run to raise money for diabete’s research.

“It is important to get as much support as we can for it,” Emily says.

They have also inspired members of the community.

Two years ago, Korey’s sister Nicole, raised almost 900 dollars for the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation.

Hopes, Dreams

When circumstances change and realities shift, the future is not spared from the revision. Korey and Emily’s parents wish for what most parents wish for their children—success, happiness and love—but they also hope for other things.

“Well of course we are all holding out for a cure,” Emily’s mother Laura says. “And it seems like whenever we hear news they are getting closer and closer. I want her to stay active and keep her blood sugar low, and she is going to make it by golly!”

There is also some measure good that can be taken from the experience as it has brought the families closer together.

“We are probably closer than he would like sometimes,” Korey’s father Kevin says. “As a teenager you would sometimes like to distance yourself from your parents a little.”

Sure most teenagers their age can eat burgers, fries and sodas whenever they like and not have to deal with insulin and blood-sugar levels but Emily and Korey are not most teenagers. They are an aspiring doctor and EMT, basketball players and people—young people that just happen to have type 1 diabetes.

The love you give comes back in the end.
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Big Cat

Raw Talent

Coming into Ashley Coleman’s senior season of softball at Molalla High School, the tall and talented player was in a bad spot. She was not seeing extended playing time and she felt like she was being pigeon-holed into the designated hitter spot. She was frustrated and felt like she was out of the loop; it was a far cry from where Ashley is today—a big hitting softball player on a full ride scholarship at Florida Institute of Technology with collegiate accolades a plenty and the nickname of Big Cat.

For Coleman, who has played some form of softball her entire life, the beginning her senior season things were not as bright.

“When I got (Coleman) her senior year, she wasn’t very mentally strong because she played DH and she never got to play much,” Molalla High School softball coach Chip Dickenson remembers.
Ashley and one other girl were the only seniors on the team though, so Dickenson knew that he needed them. “I sat them (the two seniors) down and said ‘hey, I need leadership. I need you girls to show up and lead by example.’”

Coleman responded.

Ashley began to work harder and refine her raw hitting power into a force to be reckoned with; and she also began to take interest in guiding the younger players on the team. Two of those players, Cassie Dickenson and Kendra Guest, are now seniors on the team and are in spots of leadership themselves.

“That was just awesome,” Dickenson says of when Ashley took the two freshmen under her wing. “She has got a great personality, she is funny but she can be serious when she needs to be—and the girls listen to her.”

Ashley had a successful senior season but as time was running out on her last year of high school softball, she was still unsure about her future.

“When I was in my senior year I didn’t really know what I wanted to do,” Coleman explains.
It was then that Dickenson stepped in and offered to help.

“I told her, ‘if you want to move on then I will find you a place,’” Dickenson says. He knew Coleman would be able to excel anywhere.

“That is one kid that I would have liked to have for three or four years,” Dickenson says. “She is probably one of the most gifted players to come out of Molalla. She can hit the softball probably harder than anyone that I have ever seen.”

Dickenson started working the phone lines; telling all of his contacts in the collegiate softball world about this tall girl who could smack the ball a mile.

First stop—Weed

A college six hours south in Weed, California was interested. The College of the Siskiyous and their coach, Doug Eastman, wanted Ashley, so she packed up and drove down for tryouts.

“I was a little bit nervous because it was a college tryout,” Ashley remembers.
While Ashley liked the team and the school, it was Eastman who really sold her on being part of the program.

“He was just a really great coach,” Coleman says. “He was just really smart about the game and he was really personable and he wasn’t just about softball; he would help you out with whatever you needed help with.”

Eastman was as equally pleased with the 5’11” girl from Oregon.

“One of the things I liked about her right away was her size and her strength,” Eastman says. “She was just a big, strong girl. She was that force on the offensive side where we knew at any given time she could hit a ball out of the yard.”

Coleman ended up a success down south, but that does not mean she was completely comfortable with leaving Molalla right away.

“It got time for her to go and she didn’t want to leave Molalla, and for a second there I didn’t think that she was going to go,” high school coach Chip Dickenson remembers. “But then we had a sit-down talk and I said ‘you know honey, it is a long way away but you should just go and try it because if you don’t like it you can always come back to Molalla.”

Even though Ashley had doubts about moving, the draw of a new adventure and the prospect of travel trumped them.

“Naturally I was hesitant about moving to go to school that was a good distance away from home,” Ashley recalls. “I didn’t know a soul down there in California and there were other options that I could’ve chosen that were ‘safer.’ Everyone I knew from high school was either staying in Molalla to work or going away with a friend. I was about to go out on my own alone. The one thought that really pushed me to go to the Siskiyous was that I was going to be seeing California—traveling and playing ball. I thought ‘what a great way to spend a couple of years.’”

Welcome to California

What a great way indeed to spend a couple of years. Ashley went all of the way down to California, left her friends, family and team, but ended up doing the exact same thing that she did at home—knocking the leather off of softballs.

“She was just a force at the offensive side,” Eastman says.

Ashley’s hitting was so special that an opposing coach described a homerun she hit as the hardest he had ever seen a softball smashed.

Ashley, driven to succeed, played mainly DH again in Weed, but she carved out a niche for herself in the spot and became invaluable to the team.

“That is what kind of made her special,” Eastman says. “You don’t always find a player like that who will just work on her hitting and do a great job when you call on her.”

To sit in the dugout and only get to play when your number is called to bat is something that would rattle a lot of other players but Coleman has her strategies to stay sharp.

“I don’t sit down, I really have to keep myself up and into the game and watch every pitch,” Ashley says. “I think that one of the hardest things is to try and not dwell on if you did badly in your last at-bat because you have so much time to think about it.”

Much of Coleman’s success generated from her strong work ethic. She was always one of the first to show up at practice and one of the last to leave. This was especially true in the weight room, which she poured herself into, and where she became a team leader.

“She was defiantly a leader, and more so than anyone in the weight room,” Eastman remembers. “She can out-lift anyone I have ever had down here. If anyone was not working hard on a specific day she would let them know it.”

A picture of Coleman lifting is still in place on the team’s website.

A hard past shaping a good future

While Ashley’s work ethic showed bright at the College of the Siskiyous, where she was named to two all-conference teams and an all-star team and set a school record with 15 homeruns, it is a characteristic that showed at a very young age.

In the fifth grade, Ashley suffered a wrist injury that made it impossible for her to play.

“From Ashley's very early years she has always been deeply invested in her team's success,” Ashley’s mother, Cindy Coleman remembers. “(After the injury) she insisted on attending all practices as well as games to support her team.”

That work ethic and drive to succeed is all the more impressive when it is contrasted against the traumatic things that Coleman has had to endure, starting at a young age.

“Ashley's grown up knowing love and support,” Cindy says. “She lost both her brother and her father at a young age and from that (she) values life very differently than most people her age.”
Coleman agrees that the tragedies suffered early on have shaped who she is today.

“I definitely know that my childhood has a lot to do with the thick skin I have now,” Ashley says. “My childhood was a tough one, but I would not change anything, because it has a lot to do with who I am today. Certain things made me grow up a lot faster and become independent at a young age. I grew to rely on myself and nobody else. It made me a very strong person mentally, and the physical toughness soon followed. I went through a lot as a kid, which makes it easier to endure the struggles I’m faced with as an adult.”

One of those struggles that Ashley faced was when she had a quadriceps injury and had to sit out for a couple of weeks. Suddenly she was faced with not being able to push and use her body the way she normally did.

“I basically had to sit out for a while and every time I tried to get back in it I would pull it again and it just kept getting worse and worse,” Ashley remembers. “That was the hardest for me to adjust to not being able to do physically what I knew I could do mentally. I have always been able to push my body but when I was actually not able to push myself any more was a pretty bad point.”

That challenge, like most in her life, was something that Ashley pushed through and the more she played the better she got. Ashley even earned her nickname—Big Cat.

“She is just one of those players that is bigger than everyone else and stronger than everyone else and I have a saying where they make a good play I will say it was like a cat, and I changed it to like a big cat (for Ashley),” Eastman says.

The next step

As Ashley’s time in Northern California wound down, she knew that she did not want to stop playing softball. She sent her skills tape to various schools, all with one characteristic in common—warm weather.

“I pretty much wanted an adventure,” Ashley says. “I looked for places next to a beach. I wanted to feel like I was on vacation.”

Out of all the schools that Ashley inquired about, Florida Institute of Technology was the best fit. It had warm weather, a good education and a full ride.

And so Ashley, who plans on becoming a personal trainer and is studying psychology, packed her bags and bat and set off for a completely new beginning, this time thousands of miles away. By now however, going solo is something she is used to and can draw strength from.

“I think what fuels me most is just being on my own,” Ashley says. “I may not be completely independent when it comes to certain things, but being so far away from family and friends, makes it seem that way. I have never been afraid to step outside my comfort zone, and that has made me a stronger person in the long run. First moving away to California, then here to Florida, I have never had an old friend or family member there with me to turn to or to rely on to get me motivated. I’ve always had to look within myself for things like that. I am the only person I have to answer to at the end of the day. If I don’t work hard or do the things I need to do, I don’t feel right. In a nutshell, I contribute a lot of my success to stepping outside that comfort zone; putting myself out there where I might be uncomfortable, but never allowing myself to take a step back—only forward. It has shown me what I’m made of and I take that confidence with me to the plate every day.”

Ashley is doing well in Florida, the third major layover in her life, on and off the playing field.

“I just received a letter from F.I.T. that Ashley made the dean's list,” Cindy Coleman says. “She's all about ‘you get out what you put into it.’ She has unrelenting stamina with a focus on her future. As a parent I couldn't ask for anymore. I am truly blessed.”

Florida Institute of Technology is enjoying a successful season with an overall record of 28-10 and even though Ashley is not playing as much as she might be used to she is still happy in Florida.

“This is my high point,” Ashley says of playing in Florida. “This is the first time where I am at a spot where I can recognize that how hard I have worked has gotten me here.”

The love you give comes back in the end.
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Hard Work

Athletes routinely push themselves to the point of exhaustion. They come up to the brink of pain and discomfort that most people try and avoid at all costs and then push right on through it; choosing to endure momentary pain in favor of lasting glory.

The common goal tying their work and sweat together is the fact that competitors in any type of sport strive to be on the top.

Molalla area student athletes routinely cut into their social lives in order to put extra time in the weight room or gym. They push back the temptation to go home and relax after a long day of class to run another mile in the rain or work yet again on the mechanics of a swing.

This type of commitment to sport is not for everyone, and usually the line between great and mediocre boils down to mental toughness. Can you hack it or not?

It is not something that is often acknowledged.

Many times people point to athleticism and talent to explain success and often neglect to consider just how much an individual’s commitment to improvement really plays out in the equation; how much those hours away from the stage really benefit the brief moments of glory.

“I will take hard work over talent any day of the week,” Molalla track coach Gary Fischer said.

His track team is primed for a run at the state title this year with many talented and athletic kids on the Indian roster—but without hard work and mental composure, it would all be for not.
It is not something that has completely slipped from the collective psyche of our society. The importance of mental toughness, the type of attitude that shows up after much hard word, shows up routinely in common sayings.

Get your head in the game.

He was in the zone.

He is a clutch shooter.

There is no muscle on the body that makes a person more in-tune in a game. There is no amount of repetitions that will make a person stronger in the clutch. That is, no muscle outside of the brain.

All of those hours in the gym, and all of those miles pounded away under the soles of running shoes do help in the physical sense. Athletes increase their strength and are able to throw a ball further; they pump up their endurance and can run faster for a longer amount of time.
However arguably the biggest thing that all of those sore muscles give to the kids playing competitive sports is a mental edge.

A baseball player will know that he has done everything that he can in practice to be able to swing the bat to the best of his ability in a game. This knowledge frees him, to some extent, of self-doubt. He has the mental edge to be able to let loose and are not be hampered from the sort of un-assuredness that so easily can creep into a player’s mind.

This weekend I went snowboarding. I am usually a skier, and even though I do sports that are similar, I surf (very badly) and skate (even worse), I figured to spend much of my time laying face down in a snow bank contemplating just how many people heard me cry out for help as a flew down the mountain out of control.

For the first few runs mountain I fulfilled my own prophecy and saw stars after a few hard crashes; however after a while I grew less and less afraid of falling, because I was doing it so often, and I started to improve. Soon I was going faster and through more varied terrain.
My mind was free of its own constraints.

I had broken through the invisible barrier where my mind was limiting my body.
For athletes in sports, practice is like falling in the snow. They have worked through the right and wrong way to do things time and time again behind closed doors in the gyms and fields of practice and so when the time comes in a big game or meet, they know exactly how they should play.

Their mind is free to succeed because they have broken through and gained the mental toughness that means so much to champion players and teams. Their mind is primed and ready.

They have their head in the game.

They can get in the zone.

They are free to be a clutch shooter.

The love you give comes back in the end.
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