Medina
Medina shares her adventures both on and off the water at her personal site, Waterblogged Stories. Ms Medina draws from her rich experience as a single adoptive parent with eight children who has lived in both Puerto Rico and the United States. Writing on diverse issues including grief and loss, parenting, the environment, and cultural social issues, she has given conferences in both Oregon and Washington states. Ms Medina has written publications for the State of Oregon, is a collaborator at the Review of the Indigenous Caribbean Center and is anticipating the release of her newest book in June of 2010. |
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| Follow along with Waterblogged Stories! CLICK HERE TO ACCESS FULL BLOG SITE I am paddling Dusk to Dawn to save a life! http://www.firstgiving.com/bcpc that's right, I am paddling Dusk to Dawn to save a life, or many if I can get enough sponsors. Please consider a gift of $30 or more. $30 provides water for one person for LIFE! Visit Blue Planet Run and sponsor me in my July paddle from Dawn to Dusk! More info at the site! And dont forget, Steff say's, "Pee in the shower, it saves water!" Habitat For Humanity & BCPC It's 6:30 am on a Saturday morning and my alarm goes off. I hit the snooze button. The snooze alarm doesn't have a chance to go off, as I am up with anticipation of the days events. Coach has excused us from boot camp practice for the morning so that we may represent Bridge City Paddling Club as volunteers for the West Willamette Habitat for Humanity house build in Beaverton. Susi will be here to pick me up in one hour. I climb out of the shower and, with one eye open, dig for my work boots, layers of warm clothes and top it off with my Bridge City T-shirt. Breakfast is a cheese stick and glass of water to slug down my morning thyroid pill. Susi is headed up the stair case before I know it and we are loading her car with packed lunches before heading out to Starbucks for a cup of energy... more The Hundred Acre Wood There are changes and awareness's that happen when you move from one country to the next. Some of them are more obvious, even if still startling, like suddenly realizing that the overhead music is being played in English at a major airport. Don't laugh, that one actually took me by surprise. Then there are the completely unexpected that could never have occurred to you, except for the fact that you have indeed moved from a countryside mountain community to the bustling center of a major US city. Some of those moments can impact you in ways you may never expect. Living in the countryside in the central mountains of any country, there are things you adjust to, things that become regular and normal, that are not so normal in the city. Being the single mother of a large group of children was one of those things. Being the ONLY the mother of a mentally retarded child is another. Like Tigger, living in the Hundred Acre Wood, it seemed that we were ''the only one.'' There was... Read More Removing Haiti's Future I have a friend who works for a major newspaper and has been flown to Haiti to cover the story. Warnings of graphic images appear on the main internet site and albums of photos are shown. The images are so beyond what one human being can fully take in, the human suffering spilling out of each photo. As I sit at home, trying to comprehend the devastation, I am overwhelmed with compassion for my neighbors, worry, thankfulness that it was not me, not my home, not my island all these emotions stewing about in a muddy soup. I am thankful for the media who have rushed in to cover the story, to bring the worlds focus on those in extreme distress and need. I am grateful for the Red Cross and other relief agencies, flying in from many countries, providing the most basic of needs to as many as they possibly can. Not all will be helped, many more will die of dehydration, untreated injury, or will perish while still being trapped under the rubble. The rescue workers will be witness to the further tradegy. They will never forget what they see first hand, always remember a particular place, or face and will carry it with them for a lifetime. These are the unsung heroes, volunteering to relieve, if only for a brief moment, the unimaginable grief of thousands. What shall be done with the island, the people, the orphaned children? Some have suggested that Haiti's orphans be flown to the USA in a repeat of Operation Peter Pan. Rather than give a political history of that operation, I will only state that the situation in Haiti is quite different from the children flown out of Cuba in those days. I am not saying the the Hatian children should not be flown out. My concern is for the well being of them regardless of where they are taken. They clearly can not live in a city of rubble surrounded by the dead. However, whom will be responsible for these children? Who will be accountable to assure that each and every child is returned to their rightful family or community in better shape then what they arrived, and not forgotten in some system? Removing a child from their family, from their culture, from their community is not justice. Who will make sure that each child is given a sense of community and an opportunity to become their best despite the worst of circumstances? These are complicated issues in which an immediate crisis response must be addressed, but let us not forget the long term affects and continue to support a better future for Haiti. I believe permanently removing their children is not the answer. Removing children permanently from their culture, their families and their country is a very bad idea. To take in a mother and child is one thing, but to separate them permanently because of poverty or disaster is an unjust way to deal with this tragedy. There is no way to quickly place any of these children without making serious mistakes. Every effort must first be made to deal with the crisis and meet the needs of all Haitian's before we consider removing the most precious resource Haiti has, her children. Comment |
