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August/September 2010 <strong>NAMI</strong> Queens/Nassau <strong>PATHways</strong> Page 8<br />
By JOHN WAGNER<br />
I had participated in <strong>NAMI</strong>Walks in the past. I had received at<br />
least a half dozen emails dating back to October 2009 inviting<br />
me to participate in the May 23, 2010 event to be<br />
held at Jones Beach. I saved the emails, intending to<br />
get involved somewhere along the line. But as happens<br />
from time to time in almost everyone’s life,<br />
there seemed to be too much on my plate during the<br />
late winter and spring of 2010 for me to take on anything<br />
else. The country’s economic downturn, the<br />
pressure, stress and time constraints of trying to do<br />
my job (I’m a lawyer in a small law firm), maintain<br />
my house (mow the lawn, prune the bushes and trees,<br />
vacuum the rugs, mop the floors, pay the bills), and<br />
attend to my various family and civic responsibilities<br />
(I have a mother who needs some help, an immediate<br />
family member who is mentally ill, and I volunteer<br />
some of my time to work on village matters), left me<br />
tired, frustrated, and a bit angry at how my life was<br />
proceeding. A series of unanticipated events in mid-May found<br />
me frantic in my efforts to take care of other people, to help them<br />
deal with critical situations. This was mostly thankless work<br />
which had to be done, and with no one else to do it, I trudged<br />
forward, spreading myself thin, wondering whether I was accomplishing<br />
anything positive for my efforts, and more exhausted<br />
than ever.<br />
Someone told me I needed to get away and recharge my batteries,<br />
or at least I should take a day or two and do something for<br />
myself. I just couldn’t see how this was possible—there was just<br />
too much to do and not enough time within which to do it. Then,<br />
on Thursday May 20, when I was on the verge of pulling out<br />
what few hairs I have left on my head, I received an email from<br />
Kristi Galvani, my local Walk manager, reminding me that there<br />
were only a few days left before the Jones Beach event. Within<br />
minutes of receiving Kristi’s email, I received a phone call from<br />
my friend and neighbor, Mitch Cooper, who had supported my<br />
walks for <strong>NAMI</strong> in the past. “What’s the deal?” asked Mitch.<br />
“Are you walking this year or what? Because if you’re walking,<br />
you know we want to support you.”<br />
Suddenly, it seemed so clear. I knew what I needed to do. I<br />
needed to do something that I wanted to do, not something I had<br />
to do; something for myself; something that would make me feel<br />
good about me. “Yeah,” I told Mitch, “I think I’m gonna walk<br />
this year.” Everything else would have to wait.<br />
“Why don’t you wait ‘til the last minute?” asked Mitch with<br />
more than a little sarcasm in his voice. “Just send me the information<br />
and I’ll make a donation.”<br />
They were waiting for me. My friends, colleagues and relatives<br />
knew that I had walked for the cause in the past, and they<br />
were waiting for me to sign up and walk again for something that<br />
meant something to me, something important, very important.<br />
They knew how much mental illness in my family had reshaped<br />
my life. They knew about the stigma which I always decried.<br />
They knew because they saw it. They knew because I told them.<br />
They Were Waiting for Me<br />
They wanted to support me and my cause, <strong>NAMI</strong>. They were<br />
waiting for me, and I wasn’t doing my piece.<br />
I immediately signed up to walk and sent out a bunch of<br />
emails, with a slightly modified version of one of<br />
the letters Kristi had sent to me. Inasmuch as there<br />
were only 2 ½ days left before the event, I set a very<br />
low target for myself and tried to pick carefully<br />
those to whom I would send my emails—caring,<br />
sensitive and fearless people, people who knew me,<br />
people who I believed could afford to stand with me.<br />
The response was immediate and, to me, overwhelming.<br />
Mitch Cooper wasn’t even the first to<br />
make a contribution, and he was waiting for me.<br />
Some of the donations were accompanied by notes<br />
of encouragement and respect; others were anonymous.<br />
With each responsive email that I opened, I<br />
was touched and, well, I got a little emotional.<br />
The day of the walk was perfect—just enough<br />
cloud cover to keep it comfortable for the hundreds,<br />
make that thousands, who met at the boardwalk, stretched out,<br />
and walked. A few of my friends met me in the parking lot and<br />
walked with me. Imagine my surprise and delight when I<br />
bumped into my own son, his girlfriend, and another of his<br />
friends, who were walking for the cause. I felt great, and I was<br />
proud of what I had done. I managed to raise over $3,200 for the<br />
cause in just a few days.<br />
All I had to do was ask. They were waiting for me.<br />
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medication and/or therapy, people with mental illness live<br />
quite functional and healthy lives.<br />
This was my third year with <strong>NAMI</strong>Walks. Our Jamaica<br />
Hospital Medical Center team grew each year, and we raised<br />
more than $3000 this year. The Grand Round that I conducted,<br />
together with seventeen patients in Jamaica Hospital<br />
Medical Center, highlighted the patients’ creativity and talents.<br />
Patients read their poems and essays, sang songs, performed<br />
comedy and puppet shows and presented their art<br />
work. I saw the tears in the audience when the author of an<br />
essay said, "If you have to label me something, how about<br />
‘human being’."<br />
Next year my team will walk again and use this quote from<br />
a patient on our banner.<br />
Reach across your family and friends,<br />
Reach across your neighborhood,<br />
Reach across your faith community and social<br />
networks,<br />
Reach across your office,<br />
Stand up and say,<br />
“I am supporting the <strong>NAMI</strong> Walk—a community<br />
walk to fight against the stigma of mental illness.