Life, Parenting And Relationships

A Train called Me

A Train called Me

I couldn’t have been more than fifteen when I complained to Mom about my little Gig stocking shelves at the Supermarket. Her Philosophical answer, to get by in this World you have to kiss Ass until you can kick em. Moral, as long as you are dependent you suck it up until you can do better. Man were those words ever riveted in my Brain. It was those words that kept me grounded and in check through my horrendous teenage, thinking at fourteen that I was my own Man. My attitude was rambunctious believing that I could do whatever I wanted to do. Still not able to feed and clothe myself or put a Roof over my head. Mother was not a difficult person, but her rules were to be obeyed.  Juvenile Delinquents are people who outright refuses to do what they are told thinking that they can skirt the Law. When my Kids were twelve and thirteen there was a Sign in my Basement Den, “now that you know everything, you can move out and pay your own way”. Now a Sign like that would have me kissing Ass.

At fifteen I knew the importance of a Job and not to grow up Illiterate. But I still couldn’t afford to move out. So that’s why  when she found my Ounce of Marijuana I shut my mouth and acted Repentantly. Even though It wasn’t long after that at sixteen, going to a Party she told me to be in the House by 12. While she was talking I could hear the little Demons in my Head “she is not talking to me” I’m coming home when I please, that is Delinquent thinking. Long after twelve I came stumbling home almost 6am Shit faced and all, what was I thinking that I could Rule a strong Willed Woman. She lay- waited me behind the Door with a Broom Handle that dropped me to my knees. Another JD would have gotten up and be conforontational, I took it like a man. Being a single Woman raising a child like me she had no choice but to be tough, otherwise I would have end up ruling her.

Once again more Ass to kiss, I disobeyed her wishes while I was living under her Roof,  they were to be respected, or move out, again I choose to stay and try to co-exist while not paying Rent. This is where a lot of kids develop misconceptions, thinking that their parents are obligated to put up with whatever crap they dish out on their parents. I knew that my Mother was not obligated, she had remedies like putting me in a Juvenile Detention Center. Instead she chose to work with me. When you get to the point where your parents can’t tell you anything, it’s time to move out.  My Mother and I got along famously  both strong Willed and neither afraid to match Wits. She would Bond with me to control my mindset of being bad, drowned me with Honey so she  could hardcore Reason with me. Then she would flip like a light switch with the ultimatums. She would look me in the eyes and told me at seventeen, if you leave this House, Don’t come back,  I was going to a meeting of the Radical Extremist Panther Party. How she knew what I was up to her name must have been Holmes. A good Parent have to be a Detective to know what their kids are up to.That’s a Great Mother. She would crawl in a Skark’s Belly to save her son, on the other hand she would put me on the Streets to see the Evil of my ways. Tough Love is using your wisdom and experience to break someone.

I was on a Runaway Train and she made it her Job to stop the Train called me. By eighteen Mother didn’t have to worry about who I was hanging with, where I was four A.m. in the morning or who the person I was becoming. Her Job was done, her values were a part of me, being responsible for my actions was my nemesis and doing Prison time was my Phobia. On the Road called Life people make wrong turns everyday, Kids aren’t exempt from losing their way. One of the hardest part of Parenting is not giving up on a child who have gone astray. At fourteen I didn’t need any help being a Deviant yet my best friend was a twelve year old Boy who attended Catholic School. a Deviant in his own rights.

He had access to more Marijuana than a Farmer, his older brother sold it, after School we would return to the Basketball Court in the School Yard and smoke the most potent strains till it was dark, and so were we. Gravitating to Street life have nothing to do with who the Parents are, his Parents were upward mobile Professionals and my Mother was a hard working Christian Woman. Without God’s hands working through my Mother the Streets would have won my Soul, chewed me up and spat me out in a New York State Prison. Today I work as a Contract Employee in a County Justice System, with a Criminal Record I could not have gotten the Job.

This is where my Life comes full Circle seeing all the Babies coming to Court, some barely twelve, some being Remanded and not going back Home. In an earlier Blog I stated that Teenagers know everything except projecting five years down the Road. Neil Young puts it Best ” old Man take a look at my Life I’m a lot like you were. Tom Petty’s Soul Asylum should be a Beacon for Wayward Teens like I was. I think about Pac all the time and wonder how his Life would have turned out with a Mother like mine.

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Mother’s Little Helper



Josie was born Gifted,  she possessed great Love understanding and Empathy, whenever others around her was sad so was she, when they hurt so did she. Her childhood in rural Pennsylvania was filled with bliss, far away from Urban life, nestled in luscious nature was all she needed to grow and flourish. And so did she transcending into the most tranquil of adolescents. Her Parents were overwhelmed with her matured mentality, her attitude of total bliss with her existence. This Child’s Godliness behooved the local Ministry. Her Congeniality with all God’s creatures Humans and Animals alike, mystified even the Fawns that came looking for her at the break of Dawn, while she tended her Vegetables. In School everyone wanted to be close to her, in her presence there was always serenity and control.

 

 


 

At twelve years old the maturity she exhibited was uncommon for her counterparts. At Home she emulated her Mother as a Homemaker, never to be told to do chores. Work ethics beyond a seasoned team player, always filled in whenever needed. When  mother was sick she was the Woman of the House. At twelve years old she cooked cleaned and sewed like a pro. All this talent from being a Mother’s Helper that was a quick learner. Joan her Mom was from the old School, she believed that Kids should not be babied, but be given the tools they need to live as early as possible. Good hygiene, Homemaking and People skills were a must. So it’s no wonder that at age twelve Josie was now prepared to take over the job of running the Household with Mom’s failing Health. As Joan’ s health progressively deteriorated, she was filled with pride and sorrows. Proud of her Daughter’s maturity, sad to know that she was leaving this Beautiful Angel to finish the job of raising herself, and keeping her Dad from giving up on Life.

 



Joan’s Passing left a huge void in everyone’s life, most of all her Husband, to him the blow was devastating. He progressively withdrew from  Life, he barely maintained his Job with the strength and encouragement from Josie. She was the Pillar of his sanity, a constant reminder of her Mother, which made things easy and hard. Her devotion to mentally nourish Dad back to Life was an unbecoming talent of anyone child or adult. When her Father locked himself in his room of depression, she would bring him out with gentle levity, like excuse me sir have you seen my Dad. He immediately knew what she was saying and responded with gratitude and Love. Without this kid’s tenacity to give and to Love he would not have been able to overcome the loss. With Josie around he had no need to run for the shelter of Mother’s Little Helper.

 




Life, Parenting And Relationships

My Hero

I am no Hero worshiper, when I was eighteen I saw a beautiful Rolls Royce parked on fifty third St. While admiring the beautiful red and black interior design, the owner approached his car. I immediately recognized him, showers him with praise and asked him for his autograph. The Oxymoron looked at me like I did not exist, the same fool who used to buy tickets to watch him play Basketball, so he could afford the Rolls. Another time on the same Street, my all-time favorite Movie Star struggling with a big Box up the stairs to her Townhouse. I asked her if I could help her, I also asked for her Autograph, she looked at me as If I was going to Rob and Rape her, she didn’t utter a word, no thanks, get away from me, just a look of disdain. I guess I would not be invited to Dinner. Well that was it for my Hero worshiping for the rest of my life. As far as genuine Heroes who steps up in the most adverse of situations and risk their own Lives to save others, GOD BLESS. Then there are People who life has been un giving and un timing. Yet they devote the little time given them, to share an un Dimmable light of Hope and Resilience.

Mattie Stepanek has touched my Soul.

‘Mattie’s message touched the world’: The story of a boy poet

In his brief life Mattie Stepanek befriended Oprah Winfrey and former US President Jimmy Carter, and his poetry spoke to millions of ordinary people. His mother Jeni talks to Catherine O’Brien about her extraordinary son whose life was cut short by a rare form of muscular dystrophy

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Mattie and his mother Jeni at his first book signing in 2001

Jeni Stepanek’s home is an attractive four-bedroomed house with a white picket fence. Had it been a dilapidated, one-roomed shack, however, Jeni would still have bought it. The only factor that mattered when she moved in four years ago was its location – opposite the entrance to the 26-acre park in Rockville, near Washington DC, created in honour of her son Mattie.

The park has play spaces, but at its heart is a memorial peace garden with a life-size bronze statue of Mattie and his dog Micah. ‘Every day, I sit at my window and see mothers go over to the statue with their children,’ says Jeni. ‘If they press a button on the speaker post, they hear a recording of Mattie’s voice. It is a terrible thing for a parent to bury a child, but I do have the blessing of seeing how Mattie has touched the world.’

Jeni is a mother who has endured more grief that most of us could bear to imagine. All four of her children were born with a genetic disorder – a rare form of muscular dystrophy. The first three, Katie, Stevie and Jamie, died before the age of four. Mattie survived until three weeks before his 14th birthday and in that brief lifespan became an international phenomenon, selling more than two million copies of his poetry collections and giving inspirational speeches to thousands of followers. His heroes – Oprah Winfrey, poet Maya Angelou, former US president Jimmy Carter – became his best friends. At his funeral Carter gave the eulogy, declaring, ‘My wife and I have known kings and queens, and we’ve known presidents and prime ministers, but the most extraordinary person whom I have ever known is Mattie Stepanek.’

You do not have to spend long with Jeni to understand where Mattie got some of those extraordinary qualities. Six years after her youngest child’s death, Jeni works tirelessly in his name, overseeing fundraising for medical research into neuromuscular diseases, teenage mentoring programmes and peace projects in 18 countries, including the UK. She does all this despite having the adult onset of the disease that developed when Mattie was two years old; today her health has deteriorated to the point where she is wheelchair-bound and permanently attached to a ventilator.

‘I am not paralyzed. I can move every part of my body – but I do not have the strength to move against gravity. I can bring my hands together, but I cannot clap. I can raise my hand to my mouth, but I have a difficult time feeding myself,’ she explains.

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Mattie with his dog Micah, 2002

In the year after Mattie died, part of Jeni’s catharsis was to write about his short but significant life. ‘I hesitated,’ she says, ‘because I didn’t want my grief to spill over on the page and nor did I want people to think I was hanging on to Mattie’s coat tails. But I knew in the end I would tell the story – because I was the only one who lived it with him.’

Jeni’s now published book Messenger is a celebration of Mattie’s remarkable achievements and wisdom that was way beyond his years. But it is also the story of a mother and son who were living in the shadow of grief. ‘Mattie was not my therapist or confidant – that was not our relationship. But we were incredibly close,’ she says. She describes them as a ‘dynamic duo’ and throughout there is a sense that it was she and Mattie against the world – not least because there is almost no mention of Mattie’s father, from whom Jeni separated in 1997. Mattie once told the American TV chat-show host Larry King: ‘We’re divorced from my father because he did some mean and scary things to us.’ Today, Jeni says, ‘I prefer not to talk about it, but I think my silence speaks volumes.’

Now 51, Jeni grew up in Maryland, where she still lives, in Rockville. She is as reticent about her own family background as she is about her husband. ‘It’s sad, but it is not the story I am telling.’ She does explain, however, that she was training to be a clinical child psychologist when she married aged 25 and became pregnant with her first child Katie, who was born four weeks prematurely, in 1985. Katie came out not breathing, was rushed straight into special care and ‘it was my sudden immersion into the next 20 years of my life’. Although Katie did eventually walk and talk, she couldn’t breathe normally and was fitted with a tracheostomy tube connected to a ventilator. She died suddenly at 20 months when her kidneys and bladder stopped functioning. Her condition was never diagnosed – doctors told Jeni she was a ‘fluke of nature’ and assured her that it was safe for her to have more children.

I give my mommy ‘Buried treasure’ Just like the little boy in Peter Pan. But I can’t give my mommy ‘Buried Jamie’. He is in the Heaven That is the hole in the ground, Like a treasure

Written by Mattie when he was four

Her second child Stevie seemed fine when he was born, just two months after Katie died. But within three days his heart rate was falling rapidly, and by the time he was three months he was permanently attached to a ventilator. He died at six months when one of his oxygen tanks malfunctioned, leaving him without air.

After Stevie’s death, Jeni underwent genetic and emotional counselling. Doctors couldn’t identify what had killed her babies, but realised it was caused by a recessive gene, which, in theory, should mean that there was only a one-in-four chance of giving birth to a child with the then unnamed condition. She and her husband decided to risk another pregnancy and Jamie was born in February 1989, tragically with the same health problems. ‘At one minute after birth I had a bouncing baby boy,’ Jeni recalls. ‘At five minutes, I had a floppy newborn.’

She resolved firmly to have no more children, only to find herself pregnant again within the year. She considered abortion but, as a devout Catholic, couldn’t go through with it. Mattie was born in July 1990. Jeni ignored medical professionals who suggested she put him in an institution, and consequently for almost two years lived on the edge of exhaustion, juggling long stays in hospital with either or both of her surviving sons.

In 1992 a doctor looked at Jeni’s drooping eyelids and, suspecting that they were a symptom of neuromuscular disorder, suggested she underwent testing of her own. Only then was the rare and poorly understood genetic mutation that she had passed on to her children identified. Dysautonomic mitochondrial myopathy affects the autonomic nervous system, which means automatic functions, such as digestion and body temperature, can suddenly go haywire and, at any time, the body might simply fail to breathe. The exact mutation was so rare that Jeni and her children are the only ones in the world who have been identified with it. The good news, doctors told her, was that they now had a medical explanation, ‘and the bad news was that all my children were going to die young’.

Jamie survived until three and a half before passing away peacefully in his sleep. Mattie was two when Jamie died, and a school psychologist suggested to Jeni that she put away Jamie’s belongings so that Mattie could ‘forget and grow up without the memory’. It was the worst possible advice. Within two months, Jeni recalls, ‘my loving child was banging his head against the wall, screaming and tearing pages out of books’. To help assuage his anger, she took out a pen and paper with him and wrote ‘The Story of a Very Special Brother’. They talked about Jamie and what it was like to feel sad after he died. Jeni collected Mattie’s thoughts and pasted them into a book, ‘and those were his beginnings as a writer as he learned about the value of getting onto the page what was in his heart’.

Let this truly be The celebration of A New Year… Let us remember The past, yet Not dwell in it. Let us fully use The present, yet Not waste it. Let us live for The future, yet Not count on it

Written by Mattie, aged 11

On a superficial level, Mattie was like every other little boy who loves playing with Lego and dinosaurs. But he was also a profound thinker who rapidly developed a powerful way with words. From the age of four, he was composing poetry; by six, he had won his first poetry competition. He called his poems ‘Heart Songs’ – a term he coined to describe his passion for peace that he wanted to pass on to others. By the age of nine he had bound his Heart Songs into five home-made volumes.

Mattie’s poems illustrate his optimism but they also reveal that he was often in a vulnerable place. His brother had died, his father had gone and his mother was in a wheelchair like him. At the mainstream school he attended he found himself, like many disabled children, in the isolated position of being everybody’s pal and nobody’s friend. His friends’ mothers were too nervous about his medical needs to have him over for playdates and he was often the one child not invited to parties.

Jeni was experiencing similar isolation for different reasons. ‘It’s lonely being the mother of dying children,’ she explains. ‘You can’t share normal milestones with other mothers. People either want to solve the problem, which they can’t, or they want to leave when the situation becomes too difficult. Watching children die is hard.’

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Mattie meeting the Harry Potter actors on the set of Oprah in 2001

At ten, Mattie was admitted to hospital with acute breathing problems. He went into a coma, almost died and spent three months in intensive care. When he finally made a tentative recovery in the summer of 2001, a doctor suggested that they spoke to a make-a-wish charity about providing Mattie with a much-deserved morale boost. Mattie’s wishes didn’t fall into the conventional realms of meeting a celebrity or a day at a theme park. He had three specific wishes – he wanted to publish at least one volume of his poetry to spread his message of hope; he wanted to talk to Jimmy Carter, whom he had admired as a peacemaker since writing an essay about him several years earlier; and he wanted to share his Heart Songs on Oprah Winfrey’s television show.

The doctor spoke to the hospital’s public relations department. A few days later, a PR rep came on to the ward and said that staff needed to get a phone to Mattie’s bedside immediately, because Jimmy Carter was going to be calling in ten minutes. ‘Mattie could not believe one of his three wishes was going to be granted,’ recalls Jeni. Carter had anticipated the typical ‘What was it like to be president?’ questions. Instead, he found himself debating the challenges of world peace with a highly intelligent 11-year-old.

The granting of wishes two and three followed. A local publisher was shown Mattie’s poetry and signed him up for his first book contract. Then, shortly after Mattie was discharged from hospital, Oprah invited him to be a guest on her show. Her team arranged for him to be flown to Chicago by air ambulance and booked into a hotel suite. ‘We had never known luxury like it,’ says Jeni.

Mattie’s appearance on Oprah took place weeks after 9/11. He read his poems, spoke to millions of viewers about his own near-death experience, and described the beauty of the heaven he’d glimpsed as ‘beyond imagination’. ‘The world was hungry for a message of hope in those weeks, and Mattie supplied it,’ Jeni explains.

The moment the interview aired, Mattie found himself projected onto the world stage. In the ensuing months he gave scores of television and newspaper interviews and met another of his heroines, Maya Angelou, who offered to write the foreword for his next book. Bill Clinton and J K Rowling were among those who corresponded with him. Oprah bought him a van specially adapted and equipped for Mattie and Jeni’s medical needs, so that they could tour America giving speeches and attending media events. ‘Spending as many as 12 hours a day in the van brought us even closer,’ says Jeni. ‘We would play silly games, tell jokes, and talk and talk. Mattie was never anything but my little boy, and I was never anything but his mum. But we were able to relate beyond that because we both knew how fragile existence is.’

A champion is… Someone who overcomes challenges Even when it requires creative solutions. A champion is an optimist, A hopeful spirit… Someone who plays the game, Even when the game is called life… Especially when the game is called life

By Mattie, aged 13

When Mattie turned 13, Jeni noticed a young man’s face emerging and his fair hair becoming darker. ‘But when I gave him a hug he was so thin. He was growing up and dying simultaneously.’

Early in 2004, Mattie’s health went into sharp decline. He died in hospital in June that year with Jeni lying alongside him to feel his final heartbeat. Local television stations interrupted programming to announce his death. At his funeral the following week, thousands lined the streets.

Then Jeni went home with her close friend Sandy, who has been her lifeline for the past 20 years. Jeni regards Sandy as her unofficial ‘sister’ and Sandy’s children regard Jeni as family. For a long time they were neighbours; now they share the house that overlooks Mattie’s memorial park.

It is impossible to fully contemplate the sorrow Jeni experiences as a mother without her cherished children. ‘I don’t think I ever felt anger. And I don’t think that I ever said, “Why me?”’ she says. ‘I did, however, say I can’t go on. I have been as far into the abyss as it is possible to go.’

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Oprah Winfrey admires the bronze statue of Mattie in the Maryland park named in his honour, 2008

She remembers the second year after Mattie died as being particularly hard. ‘After the first year, the rest of the world moves on – and all the while you are getting more and more distant from your child and feeling lonelier and lonelier.’

Her own health has deteriorated significantly. She went on to a full-time ventilator three years ago and her fading vision means that she can no longer drive. But she remains stridently independent. The key thing, she says, is to have a reason for getting out of bed, and every day she wakes up with the resolute purpose of continuing Mattie’s legacy. Mattie’s Heartsongs are now part of school curricula, scholarships are given in his name and a school in South Africa has been named after him. An annual Heartsongs Gala in Washington has raised millions of dollars, while further funding has gone into children’s hospices.

In truth, Jeni concedes, there was nothing particularly original about Mattie’s message. ‘It was simply, “Live your best life, be your best self, give what you wish to receive.”’ But it was the way he delivered it that struck such a chord.

‘His attitude was that you can’t change what life throws at you, but you can choose how you deal with it – and if you choose right, you will make a difference. Whenever I am feeling miserable I remember that and it gives me the inspiration I need to face the day.’

Messenger: The Inspiring Story of Mattie J T Stepanek and Heartsongs by Jeni Stepanek is published by Hay House, price £9.99. To order a copy for £8.49, with free p&p, contact the YOU Bookshop on 0845 155 0711, you-bookshop.co.uk

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Jesus said, “Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.

Life

Blogging

 

 

 

One Reader asked how do I compose myself to write. When I sit down to write it depends on what is going on in my mind. If something is pressing in my thoughts writing blogs about it is easy, I hold a pen and it’s like my thoughts control my hand. Many times I have written a blog without having to stop and think about what goes next. That’s because what’s on my mind whether voluntarily or involuntary, it comes out either verbally or literary  that’s what  writing is about, not researching others work and putting it to your words. When you do that you’re transcribing.





Blogging is a true form of self expression. What I like most about it is that I can write about people without sounding like a gossip columnist, people make the most interesting subjects, because they are the subject. They go from the very best to the very worst, as the saying goes People makes the world go round. I could be wrong but I believe that when you excel, you are obligated to set standards, especially if you are in the public’s eye or trust. For instance a business Manager, a public accountant or handling public Funds. Let’s not forget about famous Comedians and Movie Moguls. But as the  story goes People will always be who they are, untrustworthy and down right Thieves, like the Bank Teller who stole a Nickel,  Dime, quarter and so on from every stack until apprehended a hundred thousand dollars later.



 


They never cease to amaze me and that’s why I will always have something to say. Years ago there was the Dentist who while his Patients were compromised by aesthetics he would further compromise them with a lot of foreplay and hand Jobs, they would wake up hot and bothered. Now he’s sitting in a Jail cell being bothered by his Cellmates. When I was sixteen I could smell the Gin on my Dentist breath while he butchered me scaring my psych for life. How is that for  Hippocratic. Then there was the Pharmacist who turned up dead and buried in Hugo Selenski’s backyard along with two or more known Drug Dealers, coincident? in all likelihood he was a supplier. I knew Hugo casually never asked him what he did for a living.  I would sit and talk about Horses at the Race Track with Hugo, never taught that ten years later I would be writing about him.


Authorities have wanted to nab Hugo Selenski on murder charges ever since they searched his northeastern Pennsylvania yard in 2003 and found the bodies of a missing pharmacist, the pharmacist’s girlfriend, and at least three other sets of human remains.

It took nearly a dozen years and one failed prosecution, but they finally got their man on Wednesday after a jury convicted the 41-year-old career criminal in the strangling deaths of pharmacist Michael Kerkowski and Tammy Fassett.

 

Hugo Selenski convicted of murder after bodies of at least 5 people found in yard




People give me things to write about. A Blog about Hugo is in the works, if you read my other Blogs you will see that I have known many people who are newsworthy. So there you have it in a Nutshell, there is always someone waiting around the corner to be written about.




Related Stories about unscrupulous people.


Currently, laws in place to protect child actors and their finances leaves 85% of their earnings up for grabs. And children who appear on reality television shows are, currently, not protected in any way.

Unfortunately, child actors from Hollywood’s past had to learn the hard way that not everyone is looking out for their best interests. Here are child actors whose parents squandered their fortunes.

Macaulay Culkin

A child star that the media continues to keep up with is Macaulay Culkin. The cute, fresh face of “Home Alone” stardom has appeared in a number of indie films over the years. But Culkin’s personal life has kept him in the headlines as well.

Culkin’s parents divorced in the late 90s, placing Culkin and his multimillion dollar fortune directly in the middle. After a bitter custody dispute and a fight for control over Culkin’s trust, the family accountant was put in charge until Culkin reached adulthood.

Culkin and his parents are, at present, estranged. But Culkin is no stranger to tabloid headlines. He was in a nine-year relationship with actress Mila Kunis. But after their breakup, Culkin’s health and alleged heroin addiction has come under fire.

Jackie Coogan And The Coogan Law

Discovered by Charlie Chaplin, Jackie Coogan’s appearance in “The Kid” launched a career that would span over fifty years. He had made 19 films before his 18th birthday. And became one of the first heavily merchandised celebrities.

It’s estimated that, as a child star, Coogan made nearly $4 million. Little did he know that his mother and stepfather had squandered his wealth. His mother felt that because Coogan had earned his fortune as a child, she and her husband were entitled to spend the money however they saw fit. She stated, “No promises were ever made to give Jackie anything. Every dollar a kid earns before he is 21 belongs to his parents.” Coogan sued his parent in 1938. And after legal fees, was awarded a mere $126,000.

Coogan’s case got the attention of California local and state governments. And California Child Actor’s Bill, more widely referred to as The Coogan Law, was born. While not perfect, the law requires that a child actor’s employer set aside 15% of the earnings in a trust and codifies work hours and vacation time.

Shirley Temple

Retired from acting at 22, Shirley Temple was one of the most recognizable names and faces in cinema. Starring in 44 films before the age of twelve, Temple was 20th Century Fox’s biggest box office draw in the 1930s.

Her mother received $250 a week stipend from the studio. And Temple, as a child, only saw less than $20 in pocket money. At the peak of Temple’s career, she commanded $10,000 a week.

So, you can imagine the surprise of Shirley Temple, an adult at the time, when she discovered her accounts only showed $44,000 instead of the $3.2 million she had earned. Her father had allegedly failed to place her earnings as a child star in a court-ordered trust.

Mimi Gibson

In a decade, Mimi Gibson appeared in 35 films and over 100 TV programs. She has been cast opposite Cary Grant, John Wayne and Maureen O’Hara. However, her finances had been substantially dwindled by Gibson’s mother. So much so, that she did not have enough saved for college tuition.

In 1999, Gibson sponsored a California bill that, currently, only allows the trust to be withdrawn from when a minor turns 18. She currently lives a very guarded and private life away from Hollywood.

Gary Coleman

Best remembered for his role as Arnold Jackson in “Diff’rent Strokes,” Gary Coleman’s relationship with his parents was severely strained. In 1989, Coleman sued his parents and a financial advisor for misappropriating his multi million fortune amassed from the popular TV sitcom. He was awarded $1.3 million, but his later life was plagued with personal and professional misfortunes.

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Making Connections

 

 

 

Connecting with people is one of the coolest things, encountering someone for the first time and within 10-15 minutes you are talking with them like you know them. Communicating and touching each other’s soul mentality and spiritually. These are the moments that I live for, here I am sitting in the Park at the farthest of six Gazebos, minding my own business trying to create my next Blog . It was noon so people eating their lunch at a Park Bench is common. What is uncommon is that they choose my Bench (my space). Two Ladies walked right up to my Bench bypassing five others, at that point I could have been a Snob or acted in an unfriendly manner, got up and changed Benches, as many would do seeing all the other empty tables but choose mine. They asked me if I mind, I welcomed them, one lady inquired about my camera equipment, being a people person I opened up. I introduced myself and began to tell them that I was a Blogger and that I wrote on my own Website. She asked for my website address punched it in scanned it quickly and asked what do I write about.

 

 

 

 

Unwittingly she had opened the Floodgates of dialogue, we spoke for a good while about a lot of things. Finally we got around to the subject of Parenting. Then she posed the hardest question about parenting, what do you do with Children that you pour your Heart, Soul and resources into and the underBelly of Society intrigues them more than embracing your Values. My response was lightning, you leave them alone after the umpteenth time of beating your Gums. I elaborated, some people you can perform Lobotomy on and you are not going to change their way of thinking and who they choose to be. She agreed instantly and congratulated me for the insight. It’s almost time to go, they had to go meet her Daughter high up in the RNA’ s Rankings, seemed the daughter worked long hours at the Hospital. So when the opportunity arises to spend time together they jumped on it. I am loving every minute of it, some kids grow up get their Degrees, their dream jobs and Homes and forget, as my mother would say who put them there.

 

 

 

My perception of this Lady was that she was a hardworking woman who had raised her children to the best of her ability, had success with some and not with others. It appears that she had either seen or experienced the heartbreaking trauma of pouring your Life in a child and they turn out to be Bastards that you don’t even know who or what they are. Something that many of us fail to understand is that Children are their own individual Being. You can try your best to mold them into World Class Citizens, if they choose otherwise, you are not going to change them. I went to High School with a Minister’s son who sold his affections to the highest bidder.  I used to kid my mother that she brought home the wrong baby from the Hospital. Many times it seemed like I was right, the grief that I caused. Some of us kids find their way to the Light and become enlightened to the fact that our Parents aren’t our Enemies. I continued by telling her that when we have done our best and they turn out bad, that those are just blows that life throws at us. Also that it’s for us to deal with it and move forward.

 

 

 

It’s one thing to write about the subject and another to speak up front, up close and personal with one who picked your Brain to see how much you know about the subject that you are writing about. As a parent, been there, growing up badass ,been there done that. That’s why it doesn’t surprise me how people choose to live their lives and who they choose to be. This was one of the best encounter with a stranger. We said goodbye and just like that a bond was formed and I had a new reader on the Site. So there it is in a nutshell people being people and getting along. It’s amazing how we focus on the bad in people and forget to embrace the good when we encounter it. As I have said before I could have been a Snob, instead we communicated and touch each other’s lives, isn’t it a shame that the World can’t live like this.  “Reach out and touch somebody’s hand and make this World a better place ” Diana Ross.