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A Discussion on the State of the Union at Scalzi Skate Park / #socialentrepreneurship #socialchange

A pessimist approached me in conversation yesterday. He said to me, ā€œfor two years, you have been talking about bringing people together at the skatepark and nothing has happened. He continued, ā€œI look around and nothing has changed. There is no one here and no one knows about what you do.ā€ I sat and waited for him to finish. He was not done. ā€œSkateboarding is not about bringing people together. ā€˜Scooter kidsā€™ come in and take over with no respect. The students you bring in are not skaters, they have nothing to do with skateboarding. To them, skateboarding is a fun thing they do at a scheduled hour. They are not ā€˜thrashers.ā€™ You failed Bill and you the true skaters do not even show up at the park anymore. Bringing in  ā€˜special needs peopleā€™ to skateboard is dangerous too. This is not a place for them. They should not be allowed to skateboard here. In here, it is possible to die. The ā€˜special needs kidsā€™ will never be true skateboarders. It is not right what you have d...

Servant Leaders Operate Night and Day / Remembering 911 / #grief #firstresponders #America #community #911

It was a 'normal' day. Like a magnet, Manhattan called its workers, its movers and its shakers to its shores for another full day of business and hustle. I was in Boston getting ready to go for a run. Still in a dream-state, Victor, one of my housemates turned on the circa 1980's television in our run-down college apartment showing that an airplane had smashed into one of the World Trade Center towers. I had been to the bar at the top many times with my college friends, Windows of the World. We liked to go there overtime we made the trip to New York from Boston. I still remember the ambiance and music. I remember my conversations with my friends. We felt we were on top of the world. It was magical. I went for my run through Boston's streets off Commonwealth Avenue. Victor and I ran 3-4 miles. Upon our return, the guys and gals who we shared the house were glued to the television. Another plane hit. This was big. Smoke was billowing out. People were jumpin...