5.26.2016

A Might-Have-Been

                                                          
 Recently I came across an article on Inc.com that provided the five top responses to the question, what do people regret as they approach the end of their lives?

The query came up with many of the expected answers such as marital infidelities, career paths not chosen, etc... These were some of the big heart-wrenching mistakes that one should already know to avoid (although given our human frailty we might fall victim to them anyway).  Yet answer after answer revealed that many of the missteps that caused them to look back on with sadness were relatively small and easy to avoid.
While reading the top five answers I began to ask, if they are so easy to avoid why did I make some of these same missteps? And why is it that all of a sudden I hear Frank Sinatra singing;

Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption
I planned each charted course, each careful step along the byway
And more, much more than this, I did it my way

Well, I don’t know about you Frank, but I’ve had more than a few and looking back I can say that doing it my way created some of my regrets. It seems that whenever I put myself ahead of God or whatever higher power one believes in is when I do something which I will later regret.

I feel it a disservice to the reader if I only provide the five items from this list without dispensing with some type of solution or antidote to the act that causes one to have regrets. But is there really such a thing or are we predestined to have life’s experiences (good and bad) as our teachers? Has someone compiled a How to Avoid Regrets book? Since the article provided little in the form of wisdom I went searching and found that some if not all of the antidotes I was looking for weren’t in one book, although the Bible does come close, but in a series of children’s books.

- Trying too hard to please others made the top of the list and it came from hospice nurses who had plenty of opportunities of learning from the dying. The habit of people pleasing is debilitating. People pleasers have a hard time with a simple two letter word – they cannot seem to say NO.
Sophocles, from ancient Greek fame, had it right when he said, “If you were to offer a thirsty man all wisdom, you would not please him more than if you gave him a drink.”
The antidote comes from Dr. Seuss, The Cat in the Hat; “Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don’t matter, and those who matter don’t mind.”

- Too much pointless worry was next on the list. This is my personal number one regret. Heck, just the other day I was on the phone with my oldest son planning a trip to go and visit him when he reminded me of how much I worry about the littlest thing.
“I wish I hadn’t spent so much time of my life worrying.” This answer was validated by the Cornell Legacy Project which had 1200 elders reflect on their lives. Years ago I read a book called “Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff …. And it’s all small stuff.” I truly wish I could say that I got rid of all my small stuff. There is some small stuff that I still need to learn to let go of.

The antidote from Dr. Seuss; “If things start happening don’t worry, don’t stew. Just go right along and you’ll start happening too.”

The third item was Focusing too much on acquiring stuff. The discovery that happiness does not come from material things was often realized too late in life. Sometimes this stuff causes us too much pointless worry. Did you know that the average American home contains 300,000 items? (LA Times)
That the average size of the American home has tripled in size over the past 50 years. (NPR)
And still, 1 out of every 10 Americans rent offsite storage – the fastest growing segment of the commercial real estate industry over the past four decades (NY Times Magazine)

The antidote is from J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit: “If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.”

Fourth was not taking care of your physical health. Poor lifestyle choices often haunt people later in life. Many would now choose to develop habits of regular exercise. One respondent wrote; “If I could offer you one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.” 

Antidote – from Dr. Seuss. “Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It’s not.”

- Not traveling enough is the last on this list. Many agreed that they should have paid more attention to their travel bucket list early in life. Travel is often put off because of children or work etc. In another study I found some collective advice from elders that said, “Travel is so rewarding that it should take precedence over the things younger people spend money on.”

Antidote - From Dr. Seuss, Oh the Places You’ll Go; “You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And you are the one who’ll decide where to go.”

Once again the song returns

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
When I bit off more than I could chew
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out
I faced it all and I stood tall and did it my way

I look back at my life and I imagine that like everyone else have made some poor choices. They were my choices and can take solace in the fact that as Yogi Berra wittingly said, “When you come to a fork in the road – take it.” The regret would come when one couldn’t decide and turned back.


I’ll end with the last antidote from Arthur Ransome’s We Didn’t Mean to Go to Sea; “Grab a chance and you won’t be sorry for a might-have-been.”

5.22.2016

Gaeta Visit 2016

It was nice to end the our Italy trip by spending 3 nights in Gaeta I just wish the stay there  had been a little longer (at least five days). Thankfully I was able to see most of my cousins - the only exception was Anita. In between we were able to fit in a visit to the Montagna Spaccata and a trip to San Felice Circeo. The thing we didn't do was go for a swim or spend some time at Serapo Beach. We did have a view of it from our balcony. It was good to have Franca, Sandra, Franco, e Francesco come to visit at the hotel. Unfortunately even though more are able to meet together some still hold grudges. This is the nasty legacy that was passed down from prior generations. You would think that all of us would have learned our lessons from all the turbulence that has preceded us.

I always had longed for the day when these long standing grudges would be dropped so that we could all to sit at the same table but I see that it's still going to take time. But time is fleeting and I think of my cousin Mimino who is no longer with us. The only solace from my visit was that it had brought a few more together. It's so difficult for the one visiting especially in having only a limited time to visit each one individually.

I finally ended the rift between the Viola's and the Dell'Anno's by visiting my aunt Anna. I had some trepidation a as to how I would be accepted and I was overwhelmed by the warmth I felt especially from Maria Libera, my newly found cousin. I now think that my Dad is finally resting in peace - I know this is something he would have wanted. Thanks for being present in spirit Dad.

It surely sounded that your sister really liked you. She thought so much of you that she named her son after you, Apostolo. She was able to give me a glimpse into your character and personality. You would have been a good role model for me. I hope I was able to fill a small portion of your shoes.

9.08.2015

Everything's Out of Whack


The Sunday Boston Globe has a story about seven figure sales in Dorchester, Fenway, Eastie and Somerville (click on link below).

http://www.boston.com/news/local
/articles/2005/09/


I’ll make sure to raise a toast to this grand accomplishment as I have dinner in Roslindale today. I see Boston quickly becoming a city of the Haves and the Have Nots – nothing in between. The once called middle class is going the way of the Nash Rambler and the Corvair – becoming extinct.

My neighborhood of so called working stiffs recently saw a single family house sell for half a million and I thought that was a lot. Ten years ago these houses were selling for one fifth the price. Twenty-five years ago, you could buy one for the same price that it costs to buy a car today.

Even though some real estate experts are predicting a slowdown, I continue to see the price wheel spinning, round and round she goes where she’ll stop no one knows. It’s gotten so crazy that people are building on any little speck of land.

Senator Edwards talked about how we live in two Americas – the rich and the poor. Affordable housing is for all intents and purpose disappeared from the Boston Realty market. People that gamble and overspend are finding that they’ll soon join the growing ranks of people who are filing for bankruptcy. Nearly 1.6 million individual bankruptcy petitions were filed in 2003, 99% higher than ten years earlier, a figure that equals to 1 out of 74 households in America. Forty percent of adults say that they are living beyond their means.

What’s going to happen this winter, especially if we have a long cold snap? How many people are going to have to do without?

8.27.2015

Remembering Mamma

"Ma, ma, ma," I called
You didn't respond
I touched searching for a pulse
I didn't feel one

You took no last gasp
There was no visible sign
I was caught totally by surprise
You looked so at peace
Getting the best rest you'd had
in over two years

The aides had done such a wonderful job
of taking care of you that last day
It was almost as if they knew that today
you would leave for that final trip that we all will make
Made you look really good
Amidst all your suffering and pain
Once again you looked like a Rose
Blooming through the clouds of morphine
Which helped you get through those last hours

It seems like only yesterday, but time does fly
It's now been two years
And as you predicted on those times we spat
That I would one day miss you
You were oh so right, Ma
That one day came oh so soon.
I now pray for the repose of your soul

7.06.2015

Right, Wrong - Wrong, Right


What used to be called self-indulgence was now called self-fulfillment. What was once called moral irresponsibility was now considered freedom to find oneself. What was once considered disgusting and obscene was now tolerated—and even taught in schools as “alternate lifestyles.” Temporary fixes. Feel-good religion. Discipline was considered repression; depravity, creative self-expression; murder, a matter of choice; and adultery, sex between consenting adults. What was wrong was called right, and what was right was called wrong! ~ Francine Rivers And the Shofar Blew

The Shofar is an instrument made from the horn of a ram or other kosher animal. It was used in ancient Israel to announce the New Moon (Rosh Chodesh) and call people together. It is also blown on Rosh Hashanah, marking the beginning of the New Year, signifying both need to wake up to the call to repentance.The curve in the horn mirrors the contrition of the one who repents.

According to Leo Rosten, "The bend in the shofar is supposed to represent  how a human heart, in true repentance, bends before the Lord. The ram's horn serves to remind the pious how Abraham, offering his son Isaac in sacrifice, was reprieved when God decided that Abraham could sacrifice a ram instead. The man who blows the shofar is required to be of blameless character and conspicuous devotion; he must blow blasts of different timbre, some deep, some high, some quavering."

7.03.2015

Veni Vidi Vinci

It was nice to spend a few days in Gaeta.

On my mom's side I came, I saw and I conquered the rift that existed between the Dell'Annos and the Violas. Even though I am a Viola, I had been raised by Dell'Annos. My dad died two months before I was bornand I was innocently caught in the rift between the two families. I've now heard both sides of the story and more so and I don't hold any animosity toward anyone. I have one regret and that is that I should have done this year's ago. I hold in my possession the only existing picture of my dad - the one in his military uniform.

I felt such warmth in meeting my cousin, Maria Libera, who graciously came to pick me up at Hotel Serapo. She seems to be a very caring person. She told me she had been searching for me and couldn't find me because she was looking for someone named Fausto - That was originally going to be my name but my mom didn't like it so she named me Apostolo after my dad. On the ride over I was glad to hear Maria tell me how anxious her mother to see me.

She lives alone in a nice apartment building. My encounter with her was wonderful. She looked at me and seemed to be moved. She said that I was tall like my dad. We embraced and she held my hands as she looked at my face. She invited me in and started to talk. We sat in what appeared to be a dining room - the place looked very well kept. She had a gash on her leg from a recent fall. Without any prodding she somehow felt to tell her side of the story of how the rift started. It appears that when my dad died his brother offered to marry my mom but it didn't happen . She seemed to think that zio Paolo was somehow involved. She also mention the family of zio Peppino - in fact she seemed to know a little bit about all the families on my mom's side.

She told me how she liked my dad who was one of 8 children. It sounded as if she had the same relationship as my mom had with Luigi, her younger brother. She corroborated the story of how my dad died - the only additional piece of info I picked up was where dad pulled up the mine that exploded in his net-I always thought it was on the near side of Serapo beach but in actuality it was on the far side. She also mentioned that dad was a hard worker and was very good with finances in fact she mentioned that if he lived he would have been wealthy. He was quiet, didn't like trouble and always tried to make peace. He wasn't a good dancer like his brothers. All in all it was a very nice visit of about an hour's length. I was offered some pastry and something to drink. Two other ladies from the families came, one has relatives in Somerville (Albano) and will be going there for two months. this summer.
My aunt said she wanted me over for a meal where she would make a tiella, one stuffed with octopus.. I told her next time. I told her to stay well as I plan on coming back again.

4.22.2015

Hope - A Poem

The following poem was written by Natalie Fuller in December 2013. This was a period of repeated hospitalizations when she first considered suicide to escape psychosis. Fuller killed herself in March, just before her 29th birthday.

Hope

There is a little piece of glitter following me around

I see it on the carpet and I see it on the ground

that's been following me for quite some time

guess I never noticed it before

But I know what it means,that little glitter on the floor

It's hope.

It's not coincidence, nope, it's hope.

And I know that I've failed you

yeah I know I've been untrue

but that glitter on the floor

tells me it doesn't matter any more

Cuz' no matter how many times I fail

I've got hope.

This time, I'm gonna be better

and I know there's stormy weather

Please believe in me

I will solve this mystery

and I will show you

to have hope.

It's not coincidence, nope, it's hope.

Someday that glitter will shine

Gonna write my rhyme until the time.

My heart's beatin' outta my chest

I wanna rest but that don't impress

I gotta fight this urge

gotta get the electricity surge

I know I can do it

Beat my demons

appreciate the seasons.

I hope, hope, hope I can to it too

make all my wildest dreams come true.