Monday, April 21, 2014

The Daddy Daughter Connection

Today I got a call that no parent/Dad wants to hear. It turned out that it wasn’t too serious, still, not good. “Mr. Lambert there’s been an emergency, you need to come immediately to pick up your daughter and take her in for medical care . . .” Instantly, at the back of my stomach this heavy sick feeling took hold. I fired off a few orders to my office staff, gathered up my brief case and headed to Cottonwood High.

Earlier this week I had one of my best meetings, aka, auditions. Generally, they have all been pretty solid lately due to lots of hard work. So you know, a great audition for an actor is not that they get the part, we don’t have any control over that and there are a lot of variables and lots of stiff competition. A great audition is when you forget you’re auditioning, you forget your day, forget your standing at a mark like a wax museum statue, forget there’s a camera stuck in your face and you connect to a momentarily real experience and react like you really would were that moment a real event in your life with your scene partner. I was reading for the part of a father who had recently lost a daughter and was consoling his surviving daughter due to her survivor’s guilt. In that moment for all intents and purposes I was that girl’s father and the emotion was raw, real and visceral.

The same as it was as I was driving to get my daughter.

My sons, all older than her have had their medical emergencies. Those experiences also provoked the same sense of concern, but there was something different about this, something much more profound and substantial knowing my daughter was in pain. It was like there was this neural connection draining her anxiety into me so I could feel it like it was mine.

I arrived at Cottonwood, called the number I had been given and Noelle’s high school attendance coordinator brought her out in a wheel chair. She couldn’t walk because while at dance practice she had impaled her foot on a sharp hanger wire that must have been used to hang some prop. It was dangling from the ball of her foot and looked to be about an inch or more in. She was in pain and every whimper and ouch made my gut turn more. I wanted to take the pain for her.

We went to the Holliday Instacare. While waiting for treatment, which required a numbing shot because the wire was hooked, she asked me to sing to her. My jaw dropped, my heart surged and I felt so inadequate. For the past many years she had always asked me not to sing. On the spot, all I could think of was the Killer’s Human that I had been singing in the morning. Not exactly a calming song. Yet, she wanted distraction, so I obliged. Holding her hand, as the doctor gave her a shot, I sang a weak Human and then threw in Ed Shehan’s Lego House.

"Are we human, or are we dancer, my sign is vital my hands are cold, and I'm on my knees looking for the answers, are we human or are we Dancer." "And if you're broken I will mend you, and I'll keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on now." Still the neural connection raged on, the pit in my stomach, and the helplessness in the face of her pain remained. It didn’t wane until an hour after I took her home.

Then I realized why it had been a great audition--the apparent tapped into connection. That Daddy Daughter connection. So what is it? Instinctual? I can’t think of anything I’ve done different with my sons, wife or others I love in my life. Yet this was so immediate, so tangible. Though now I know she'll revert back to asking me not to sing when I do, I am just thankful she’s now downstairs, safe, sharing the calm after the storm with good friends. I can only hope that further such connections will only be in auditions when I can find that neural link in my imagination and be at my best artistic self, instead of receiving a call that there has been an emergency.

Loren M. Lambert © April 18, 2014

Sugar is Poison--Literally

Sugar is poison, sugar causes addiction, sugar causes diabetes (type II), any diet that works will be high fiber and low sugar. Low sugar and high fiber diets are what god gave us and processed food is taking real food and turning it into unhealthy garbage. We used to consume about a 100 grams a day of fiber—now we consume 12 grams a day. Extracting fiber and adding sugar is good for your wallet and bad for your health. This is said here: http://radiowest.kuer.org/post/sugar-bitter-truth-0

Loren M. Lambert © April 16, 2014

The Desire That Cannot Be Acknowledged In Public.

Do we really have a sense of balance in our approach to this most complex of drives?

We know that many that share 90% of our genetics will starve, cross continents, navigate miles of rivers against the crushing currents, and fight sometimes to the death to get it. Does this reality have any lessons for us to learn?

We know that similar necessary compulsions can be voiced with complete acceptance. Like I am hungry or I am cold. Yet why is it so unacceptable to utter its reality as if to do so will conjure up the death eaters and the snake-faced one who leads them?

I am just going to say it, I love crunchy Frito lay corn puffs.

Loren M. Lambert © April 14, 2014

Passion

Some of my friends, like family, sometimes say things in the moment that are driven by passion without a lot of wisdom, so I don't take it personally and let it go. I sometimes do the same--too much passion, too little restraint. I'm getting better at being wise and disagreeing but not being disagreeable. I really do love and like most people and feel no ill will towards them even when they in-artfully disagree with me.

Loren M. Lambert © April 14, 2014

Donkey Politics at Its Best

Within the shadow of the everlasting mountains, the Democrats held their convention behind the "What Jesus Most Sanctifies" podium. Not as snappy as I remember the Republican Convention I attended years ago but significantly more colorful.

There were only two contested races for the Demos nominees. All four seemed highly qualified. How could I chose? One lost my vote due to a petty stereotype mentioned by the guy introducing him and the other merely due to a slightly greater affinity I had for the other candidate.

And the person who shines the brightest as a great leader at the convention--the gentleman who took the time to pick up all the paper towels that missed their mark in the men's restroom. Bravo. A true hero.

I suspect many of the candidates would see this as beneath their dignity but if I could run them through a similar test, then I'd know the true public servants.

If all of us had the attitude of this gentleman in all of our doings, there would be need for only a very lean government.

Loren M. Lambert © April 12, 2014

The Whistle Blower's Toll

I'm representing a police officer who stood up to a Chief who was engaged in a lot of inappropriate behavior and intensely disliked by all except those few he rapidly promoted over others. This Chief was finally terminated after much mayhem and turmoil.

Yet here is the interesting thing. Those that did not work with my client, although they also intensely disliked the Chief, they had similar sentiments about my client, had a lot of negative things to say about him and believed the rumors spread by the vary Chief they opposed. When pressed for the bases for their opinions, they usually had none but were nonetheless convinced of their position.

Then, upon interviewing the few that worked with the whistle blower for any period of time, they also disliked the Chief but had favorable things to say about my client.

So, plan your moves wisely and be ready to weather the storm when you do the right thing and blow the whistle on those who abuse their authority.

Loren M. Lambert © April 10, 2014

Chairman Training

Went to Precinct Chairman training. I am enthusiastic about participating in our democracy but I am both amazed and alarmed at how many of us are able to agree upon and embrace all the beliefs, goals, and endorsements of a particular group. I am afraid that my propensity to rebel will never allow me to find complete contentment in conformity to the group.

Loren M. Lambert © April 8, 2014