Sunday, November 21, 2010

Turkey Trot Thanks

Turkey Trot 2010. Kristen and I ran 10 miles in 1 hr., 29 min.
I ran the Turkey Trot yesterday! All 10 miles, and my knee didn't bother me a bit. For those of you who read my October post "Miracles and Marathons," about my knee injury and how I was praying for healing, you'll know how excited and relieved I am about this.

I wanted to make sure I blogged about my recovery, because I don't want to be like the nine lepers Jesus healed (Luke 17) who didn't come back to say "Thank you." I want to be like the 10th leper. While on their way to the priest, per Jesus' instructions, all 10 lepers were cleansed. Nine kept going, but one immediately made an about face back to Jesus, and threw himself at his feet, thanking him.

I find it interesting that Jesus didn't heal the lepers immediately. He told them to go show the priest--and he hadn't done anything! They had to walk in their leprous state, stepping out in faith that when they got to the priest they wouldn't be charged with spreading their disease, but, in fact, be healed.

I've had to step out in faith, bit by bit. I ran the last mile of the Prairie Fire Marathon (held on 10/10/10) with Kristen to support her in the finish. In the few weeks after that, I ran short distances slowly, and increased a little bit every day. I've felt a few strange twinges in my knee. I've iced it regularly. Three weeks ago, I started running with Kristen again. Cautiously. But it went OK, aside from being out of breath from laying off for three months.

So we ran the Turkey Trot yesterday. The weather was clear, cool, and not too windy. I got to run with Kristen the entire way (she nearly didn't get to run, but an accompanying gig she was committed to got canceled). Every mile was a struggle, but I kept going. Dave and Laurel cheered me on at mile seven and near the end. Kristen and I made our goal of under 90 minutes. And I am going back to Jesus' feet to say, "Thanks, Lord, for healing."

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Changes (My Valedictory Address from 1987)

OK, due to popular demand (which means one person showed a hint of interest. Thanks, Sam) I will print my valedictory speech in its entirety. Upon re-reading it, I was a bit appalled at how random it was, but pleasantly surprised at my attempt at humor. Of course, the unintentional humor drew the big laughs. So for all of you who never heard the last lines anyway, here it is:

The Way We Were- Salutatorian Tammy Ratzlaff and I cool off in the cafeteria after the commencement exercises.

"Fellow graduates, students, teachers, administration, parents, relatives, and to whom it may concern:  as we, the class of 1987, take this major step in our lives, let us pause for a minute and reflect on the changes that have occurred.

Let me take you back to the year 1968. During this turbulent period both Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Senator Robert Kennedy were assassinated. The Beatles surpassed Bing Crosby in record sales by gaining their twelfth gold record. Johnson stepped down and Nixon became President.

However, to many of the people here, I'm sure the very most important event was the arrival of a child. Perhaps it is somehow fitting that the class of '87 first made its appearance when the movie "Planet of the Apes" was released.

As we were learning to walk, Neil Armstrong was taking the first steps on the moon. In August before we started kindergarten the nation was shocked as Nixon resigned under the cloud of Watergate. This was a big year for us, to finally go to school. Twenty-four of the 48 in our class were together from Mrs. Wohlgemuth's kindergarten clear through this year.

In the spring of '75 wheat prices soared to $6 per bushel. 1976 brought celebrations of our nation's 200th birthday. It also brought the challenges of learning to read with readers like "Magic Rings and Funny Things" and "C.A. Zoo and Kangaroo." This was also the year the high school broke tradition and held the first school dance. A popular style at that time was flare leg jeans.

In second grade the boys seemed mostly concerned with their daily soccer game at recess.

The year 1978 was saddened by the death of Elvis Presley and the mass suicides at Jonestown. "Star Wars" was the number one movie in the nation and quite a hit with us, too. While in 3rd grade we learned cursive writing and struggled through weekly timed tests on the multiplication tables.

For fifth grade we attended school in Durham. Aside from a few broken windows and a substitute teacher throwing containers at us, we managed to survive the year pretty well. Gas prices shot from 60 cents to over a dollar a gallon.

In sixth grade we kept up on the national news with Mrs. Friesen's current event class. We avidly watched the Iran hostage situation and reported on the three major shootings of the year:  John Lennon, the attempt on President Reagan's life, and "Who shot J.R.?"

Changes were also happening at the high school as Mr. Born settled in as the new principal and Mr. Sextro grew a beard.

1982 was the year of the royal wedding between Prince Charles and Lady Diana. We also enjoyed finally being able to participate in sports as 7th graders and had an undefeated football team our 8th grade year. By this time some of the guys had hit their growth spurts and I was relieved to no longer be the tallest in the class. Land in Kansas reached a high of $800 an acre.

Finally we started high school. We had fun in freshmen exploratory learning to cut copper, galvanized, and plastic pape, making very blue blueberry muffins, and drawing cabinets in three dimensions. As sophomores the highlight for many of us who took biology was the trip to the prairie and seeing P.J. in his khaki safari suit. In January of 1986 came the tragic explosion of the Challenger space shuttle which killed six astronauts and one teacher.

As juniors we had many fun times during the late nights we spent decorating the gym for prom. As our senior year rolled around we learned to work together and help each other out. On test days someone would type up a study sheet of the government questions on a computer and distribute 10 or 15 printed copies to other seniors. Speaking of computers, this was the first year that they were used for a typing class.

As seniors we were often eager to share our new discoveries with other classmates. For example, in English one day while looking out of the second story window, Kendall Heide noticed that the UPS truck's roof was never painted. After he announced his observation we, of course, had to go see. Despite Mrs. Hill's protests, we ran to the window. Sure enough, the roof had a brown painted strip all along the edges but in the middle it had only primer. Before going back to our seats we all waved at Randy, who waved back.

This year we have also gotten to know our teachers better. At least, I certainly have. We have grown closer as a class, become even better friends.

Hold onto these moments, remember them, because things will change. Prices, politics, and people have changed drastically in the last 18 years, and things will certainly be different for us next year. Moving out, getting a job, going to college or even getting married are just some of the major changes that will take place.

In this rapidly changing world a person almost wonders if there is anything to depend on to stay the same. The farmers in the early '80s who felt land was a solid, dependable investment are now going bankrupt because of the swiftly changing land values.

However, there is one place in which we can put our trust. In Malachi 3:6 it says, "For I, the Lord, do not change," and in Hebrews 13:8, "Jesus Christ is the same yesterday and today, and yes, forever." So as we face the many changes up ahead, let us remember to put our trust in God, who will always be there no matter what the future holds."


HHS' class of 1987, directed by Dave Clark and accompanied by Dwayne Helmer, sings "Encore."

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Graduation

I'm pretty sure Nora would say to share this (see my previous blog). So here's my most embarrassing moment. After all, it's my banana peel.



I was nearly finished with my valedictory speech. It was the crowning moment I'd had in my sights for four years. I was talking about changes, comparing my and my fellow 1987 Hillsboro High School classmates' development with world events (the first man walked on the moon when we were learning to walk, etc.) and I got to my point, that although our world had gone through many changes in the past 18 years, God never changes. I quoted Malachi 3:6, which says, "God never changes." Only, it's sort of a tongue twister and it slipped out "Malachi  three SEX."
Horrified, I stopped. Then automatically corrected myself, "Three SIX."
I'd done enough playacting to know that after delivering a punch line you need to wait for the audience's laughter to subside before going on. However, working with a script where I knew the jokes were written didn't adequately prepare me for this major gaffe mid-sentence. So I corrected myself and rushed on.
Unwittingly, I had followed our high school science teacher's tongue-in-cheek humor. When students were bored or inattentive, P.J. Jantzen would say, "Human waste!" or "Human reproduction!" to get a laugh, because, he said, that's the two topics that all jokes were about. P.J. never got much more than rolled eyes in response to his joke.
I however, was getting a different reaction. When I first said, "SEX," students snickered. Then they whispered to their neighbors who hadn't been paying attention or who hadn't been able to catch my words on the gymnasium's PA system. The snickering in the chairs on the floor turned to outright laughter, and flowed up both sides of the bleachers.
I didn't have the poise, or the benefit of 23 years of hindsight to stop and say, "Whoops! That was a Freudian slip!" and let the laughter roll.
I'm pretty sure no one in attendance suspected me of having personal experience with the topic of my blunder, but surely my embarrassed response would have removed any lingering doubt.

So I slogged through the remaining four lines of my speech, urging everyone, whether they were listening or not, to trust in God as we faced the many changes to come.
Looking at the Commencement program (which I have saved in my "Seniors" scrapbook), I see the mixed chorus sang "Come Follow Me" after my speech. I'm sure I was up there, but I have no recollection.

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Look Who's Laughing Now

This summer I read "I Feel Bad About My Neck," a collection of humorous essays by Nora Ephron, the funny woman behind the movie "When Harry Met Sally." I picked up the slim hardback for $1 at my neighbor's garage sale. Several gems made it worth the investment. One of my favorite of her observations was about humor.

During the course of her growing up, Ephron says her mother told her at least 500 times, "Everything is copy." Ephron interpreted it this way: "When you slip on a banana peel, people laugh at you; but when you tell people you slipped on a banana peel, it's your laugh. So you become the hero rather than the victim of the joke. I think that's what she meant."

Growing up, I didn't learn to laugh at myself. No one in our family did. I guess we figured living on a farm was serious business. So I didn't talk about in third grade when I split my pants playing freeze tag at recess. Or as an overzealous helper at a fair supper I threw away a nearly full bowl of chicken noodle soup, mistakenly thinking the owner was finished. When confronted, I said I was sorry, walked off, and spent the rest of the evening avoiding her death stare. Or in high school, when I couldn't hit the high note for my solo in "Godspell" the director re-worked the choreography so I could hold the microphone high for another girl to sing it while I lip synced.


So now that I'm wanting to write more, I'm tempted to mine the gold from my past. However, if I learned one thing from interviewing people for our church's 20th anniversary newsletter this summer, it's that no one remembers what happened 20 years ago.

So I could expose myself by reminiscing about my horribly embarrassing Freudian slip during my high school graduation valedictory speech, or I could realize that I'm probably the only one in the whole world who remembers it, and never speak of it at all.

What would Nora do?

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