04.16.10
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For every problem, there is a solution. That is why I will not give up. The fight to save the state building in Tennessee that bears my Dad’s name, the Harold W. Jordan Habilitation Center, has gotten new ammunition, thanks to Cynthia Williams at Channel 4, Nashville’s NBC affiliate. Many thanks to her for the wonderful story she recently did on the subject (you can watch it at: http://www.wsmv.com/video/22870684/index.html).
As I mentioned in a previous post, more than just a name is at issue. The center also sits on the campus of Clover Bottom Hospital which will close if proposed budget cuts go through. If we let such mental health facilities close, we could be in store for a myriad of problems. In addition to hurting the patients, who so desperately need treatment, what about the employees? More than 300 jobs would be affected. How devastating that would be! I have been told that those who work at the Harold Jordan Habilitation Center pride themselves on not only habilitating the patients but forming cohesive relationships with them. I would hate to think what would happen if such a program came to an end.
So please join me in contacting Tennessee State officials including:
Governor Phil Bredesen
Governor’s Office
Tennessee State Capitol
Nashville, TN 37243-0001
Phone: (615)741-2001
Fax: (615)532-9711
Email: Phil.Bredesen@tn.gov
Tennessee State Representative Gary Odom
301 6th Avenue North, Suite 18A
Legislative Plaza
Nashville, TN 37243
Phone:(615) 741-4410
Fax (615) 741-7528
Email: rep.gary.odom@capitol.tn.gov
Thank you in advance for your help! Our efforts matter, and we must act now.
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04.13.10
Posted in Uncategorized at 1:03 am by Administrator
Some days I worry. My grandmother is not as young as she used to be. My Dad says she’s getting more and more feeble as time goes by. She is 97 years old. Still, I never want to think of being without her. Maybe I’m asking for too much, but I’d love for her to live to see the century mark. I reminded her of that when I talked to her on the phone last weekend. I mentioned it when she brought up her funeral out of the blue as she usually does.
“So let’s talk about this funeral,” she began.
“Whose funeral?”
“Mine,” she said definitively.
“I thought you were going to try to live to see 100.”
“I did have someone tell me her mother lived to be 120,” she said thoughtfully.
I finally got her mind off of all the funeral talk by turning the conversation to one of her friends. Apparently, she thought my line of questioning was a little too nosy.
“I stopped asking people their business,” she finally told me. “If they want you to know, they’ll tell you.”
That’s my grandmother. She tells it like it is.
I finally looked at the clock, realizing it was approaching nine o’clock Eastern time, past her bedtime.
“Well, are you about to go to bed?”
I had to sort of scream the question (her hearing’s getting bad).
“I’m in the bed.”
“Oh, I’ll let you go to sleep then. I’ll give you a call tomorrow.”
“Okay,” she said.
She didn’t argue with me as she does some nights, so I knew that meant she was ready to go to sleep. I ended the conversation the way I always do.
“Love you,” I screamed.
All I heard was a click as she hung up the phone. Oh, well. I’m not offended. I know she loves me too.
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