Birth of a Movement: Entreprenuers Striving to Change the World

Birth of a Movement: Entreprenuers Striving to Change the World

The Female Nomad: Not an Ordinary Dinner

OK. I’m going to back up and talk about things I skipped over when I was compelled to write about my terrible week. It wasn’t all terrible. There were some wonderful moments, like that dinner I mentioned in the last entry, the one I drove to a day early. Well I drove to it again the next night and I met Heather Schmerman, SB Morgaine, and Jared Cohen, Heather’s husband, who is a chef at a restaurant in Philadelphia called Wine Thief.

Heather and I have been e-mailing for more than a year. We’ve shared our ideas about travel, the election, and most recently Let’s Get Global. After we’d exchanged many e-mails, she wrote me one day that she wanted to talk on the phone….but we had to make an appointment because she needed to get a sign-language interpreter to join us on a webcam. Turns out, Heather is deaf.

We had a long conversation about LGG, the interpreter speaking as Heather’s voice. It was a new experience for me. The interpreter started by introducing herself; and then, she became Heather, speaking in the first person. I spoke directly to Heather. Heather wanted to talk about how she could help LGG. She said she had traveled a lot and agreed that getting kids to travel after they graduate from high school was a great idea. She said she didn’t need language to communicate. She frequently bargained in the markets…using gestures, facial expressions, pen , paper, fingers.

Now I often get letters from people who want to know how I can go to countries where I don’t speak the language. Heather has the answer. We talked about doing a tour, she, I, and an ASL interpreter. We could talk to mixed audiences of the hearing and the deaf in cities where there were schools for the deaf. I loved the idea. It would be a great news story too; and publicity is one of the goals of LGG…getting the word out about the value of overseas travel. Telling kids and parents that the world that it isn’t hard or scary. Heather was definitely up for a tour.

Then, a couple of days later I got a letter from SB Morgaine. She’d read the nomad book, checked my website, and wanted to know how she could help with LGG. She is a professional sign-language interpreter. Heather is in Philadelphia; SB is in Maryland. They are practically neighbors!  I told them to write to each other. They did; but we’d never met until that dinner last week!

We met in Maryland. SB and Heather and Jared could talk without me, in silence. This was a new experience for me….and I loved that I was a part of it. SB had planned to bring a friend to be the interpreter so she could participate in the conversation, but at the last minute, the friend couldn’t come. So SB and Jared took turns interpreting. We talked about ourselves, our families, and the tour we are going to take on the road in the spring.  We had a great visit and a great meal, and I now have three new very special friends.  Stay tuned. Maybe our tour will come to your town.

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Rita Golden Gelman: Not My Week

What a week! It started when I drove an hour to a dinner appointment—a day early. It continued when I went to a McDonald’s that had no burgers!  I wrote about that below.

But that was only the beginning.

Two days later I got an e-mail from the woman whose apartment I had sublet until mid-March. She was very sick in Peru and they were releasing her from the hospital so she could fly back!!  On Friday. To her tiny studio apartment.  I was out! I had to pack up my stuff.

When I got the news, I was staying in Virginia. But luckily, Janice, a long lost cousin-in-law, on her way to North Carolina, was spending the night with me in VA . (She knew where I was because she’d found me on Facebook.). Janice and I drove in her car to DC on Wednesday night and packed up six months of toilet paper, napkins, a gallon of liquid Tide, toothpaste, and a bunch of other stuff that I had piled in for the duration like soy sauce, fish sauce, balsamic vinegar, olive oil, coconut milk, and more. I was happy to have her car for the trip and her help in packing. Janice left to go south early Thursday morning.

I was flying to Wisconsin for the U.S. Servas conference on Friday morning; so, mid-afternoon on Thursday I started to pack. That’s when I realized that my purse, with my driver’s license, passport, about $70, and all of my credit cards, was on its way to North Carolina!! I had left it on the floor of the passenger seat.

I had no ID, no money, no glasses, no nothing!!  How could I get on a plane with no ID?  How would I get to Wisconsin without a penny? I couldn’t even get to the airport. I might have just skipped the conference except that I was giving the keynote speech at seven on Friday night. It was Thursday afternoon and my identity was on its way to North Carolina.

I called Janice. She was an hour outside of Durham. I called FedEx in Durham. Yessss. For 74 dollars, they could get it to me by eight the next morning. And by God, they did!

The plane was late. For an hour and a half I was writing the above story. Then I started talking to the woman sitting next to me. The conversation was so interesting that I stopped writing, turned off the computer and began to talk. I never saw the text again!

And not only that, but the plane was so late that I almost missed my speech. The good news is that the bus from Chicago to Racine was twenty minutes late. If it had been on time, I would have arrived too late to talk!

What a week!

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Rita Golden Gelman: MAY I HAVE YOUR ORDER, PLEASE

So everything was going great. I was researching foundations, writing a query letter to them explaining who we are, and making a list of things to do before I left at five to meet some unmet friends for dinner about an hour away. I was struggling with the letter….it all had to be right. The organization of the information, the words, the facts. The only thing in the whole world that I am a perfectionist about is my writing. For those of you who think writing is easy for writers, you might enjoy this quote from Thomas Mann. He speaks for all of us:  “A writer is someone for whom writing is more difficult than it is for other people.”

But I was doing it and the words were piling up nicely.

Then it was time to go. I left early because I’d never been to the town in Maryland where we were meeting. The drive wasn’t nearly as bad as it could have been and I was happily listening to NPR in the almost rush hour traffic. Then, after I’d been on the road for forty-five minutes, the guy on the radio said something about “the weather on this fifth day of October …”  No! Our dinner was on the sixth!”  I got off the 495 highway going north and got back on going south.

I’d been thinking all the way about pupusas…a national dish in El Salvador that they served at the restaurant . Now I wasn’t going to have them. So I got to thinking about national dishes and suddenly I wanted, needed, craved a Big Mac. Yes, I couldn’t wait to bite into a Big Mac. I get that urge about once a year. This was my Big Mac day. I smiled in anticipation; but I had no idea where I would find a McDonalds. I decided that I would take my chances and hope that those yellow arches would appear. I couldn’t remember any along the way, but I stuck to the route home.  Then, miraculously and by mistake, I turned the wrong way on South Van Dorn and there they were, inviting me to have my Big Mac. I got into a long line of cars, two of which were strangely trying to back out of the Drive-In order line.

I ordered my Big Mac and the voice in the machine informed me that they had no meat.  I thought I didn’t hear right. I ordered again. No meat. No hamburgers. No Big Macs. But I was in a McDonalds. There had to be meat. That’s the definition of McDonalds. “We have no meat,” she said for the third time.

Now once upon a time I was in a vegetarian McDonalds in India….but this was Alexandria, Virginia. No meat really meant no meat. Apparently the truck with the meat never arrived.  I ordered six chicken nuggets and a small French fries and drove back to the house where I am house-sitting. Not a good day!!!

Tomorrow it will be pupusas…and the good news is that I know how to get there.

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Rita Golden Gelman: From the Female Nomad: Too Much Information

For those of you who are not aware that papers multiply spontaneously, I have two things to say. First, I hate you for not experiencing this evil phenomenon. And second, how I wish I knew your secret. The papers in my life expand exponentially.  As I write this, I can feel and hear them reproducing themselves like millions of lymphocyte cells endlessly and relentlessly reproducing themselves.

I am very much aware that you who are immune are part of a conspiracy to keep those of us who are plagued by this environmental disease from escaping its clutches.  Oh, you give us lectures and lessons and you tell us about numbering pages, using organizational software, buying special notebooks and files and sticky pads and sticky labels. So we rush out and buy the equipment…but it never works. Many of us have brief moments when the disease is in remission, but always it flares up again, like herpes or malaria.

Those of us afflicted need those of you who are immune. At the moment I have three of you who are trying to help. I really don’t hate you; I need you. Liz, Hope, and DeeNice. I do appreciate your efforts, don’t stop trying, but I confess that I’m secretly afraid you will all abandon me when your frustration peaks,  and then I will be left alone with a growing pile of disaffiliated papers, notebooks, recycled sheets and napkins and sales slips with scribbles on them. Surely it is a genetic thing. Just a few more generations and the fittest will survive and the piles of papers will disappear.  But meanwhile, don’t go away. I need you.

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Rita Golden Gelman: Keep plodding, It will happen: Let’s Get Global

I’ve been nomadding around the world for 23 years. I have one friend who tells everyone that I’ve slept around a lot. And I have. In huts, in palaces, in airports, in cabins. Most of those years have been filled with the joy that comes with connecting across cultures. Everyone should have a chance to discover the world, to embrace the differences between people, and to applaud the humanity that we share.  So let’s get our kids out there, shout it from the rooftops, Twitter it, set up a Facebook page.

Yeah. Sounds easy and logical. So why am I buried in papers, phone conferences, contracts, mission and vision statements, building coalitions, making lists, writing fundraising letters, and millions of other things I don’t thoroughly understand. I want to be out on the street, in the schools, making fiery speeches, rousing the passion of people who agree with me and convincing the ones who don’t. (I got good at that back in the sixties and seventies.)

Without a doubt, young people who experience an international Gap or Bridge Year will come home with a totally different perspective on life, the world, and themselves, having shared food across kitchen tables in Thailand, kicked a soccer ball in Argentina, plowed rice paddies in Bali, herded goats with the Maasai in Tanzania. Compassion, camaraderie , tolerance, humility, love are the by-products. And oh, the things that you learn when you cross borders!! There is so much that other cultures can teach us.

Patience, Rita. Keep plodding. It will happen. Follow the rules, jump through the hoops, do what you have to do to make it happen. There are so many really great people in this with me. It can’t happen overnight.  But it is going to happen. In a few years high school seniors will be walking the halls and asking each other where they’re going next year.

OK. Enough railing. Back to writing to foundations who will help us, to individuals who are volunteering their time, to organizations who will join in our efforts. It is going to happen; I know it will. Patience.

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Rita Golden Gelman: Keeping the Dream Alive: Let’s Get Global

For those of you who are not aware that papers multiply spontaneously, I have two things to say. First, I hate you for not experiencing this evil phenomenon. And second, how I wish I knew your secret. The papers in my life expand exponentially.  As I write this, I can feel and hear them reproducing themselves like millions of lymphocyte cells endlessly and relentlessly reproducing themselves.

I am very much aware that you who are immune are part of a conspiracy to keep those of us who are plagued by this environmental disease from escaping its clutches.  Oh, you give us lectures and lessons and you tell us about numbering pages, using organizational software, buying special notebooks and files and sticky pads and sticky labels. So we rush out and buy the equipment…but it never works. Many of us have brief moments when the disease is in remission, but always it flares up again, like herpes or malaria.

Those of us afflicted need those of you who are immune. At the moment I have three of you who are trying to help. I really don’t hate you; I need you. Liz, Hope, and DeeNice. I do appreciate your efforts, don’t stop trying, but I confess that I’m secretly afraid you will all abandon me when your frustration peaks,  and then I will be left alone with a growing pile of disaffiliated papers, notebooks, recycled sheets and napkins and sales slips with scribbles on them. Surely it is a genetic thing. Just a few more generations and the fittest will survive and the piles of papers will disappear.  But meanwhile, don’t go away. I need you.

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Rita Golden Gelman: Let’s Get Global: My Passion

Well, I’m not climbing mountains in the jungles of New Guinea at the moment, and most of the people I meet have clothes on, and here in DC I don’t see a lot of saris or sarongs—but launching  “Let’s Get Global” is definitely an adventure.  I’m in uncharted waters and it’s both frustrating and exhilarating.

I love the passion I’m feeling. I am absolutely determined to change the country, to convince people that it’s important to have a global population if we want to be leaders in today’s world.  I mean, we can’t keep our young people inside the United States and expect world leaders to emerge.

Education—for everyone—has to continue beyond our borders. International experiences develop independent thinking, challenging situations develop values and self-confidence, and intercultural interaction inevitably yields respect and understanding………..and leaders.

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Rita Golden Gelman: Presentation about Let’s Get Global

I’m giving two talks at the U.S. Servas Conference in Racine, WI, from the 9th to the 11th of October. Servas is a great group and all are welcome. Check their website. www.usservas.org I’d love to see you there.  One of the talks will be about my life; the other, about Let’s Get Global.

I’m also designing a workshop on helping women to step-out-of-the-box, break rules, stop listening to “them” and start listening to the voices within.   Have plan, will travel. Just working out the details.

I’m also talking in Alexandria, VA, at the CSIET conference on Saturday the 24th of October.  Which will be limited to members. B

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Rita Golden Gelman: I Like DC

I like DC.

I chose to settle into Washington because I felt there were organizations, colleges, movers and shakers that would be important contacts to have while creating a national movement. DC just felt right. As an outsider, I’m seeing the city with the eyes of a newcomer. It’s overwhelming. When I arrived at the end of August, I moved into a beautiful, quiet neighborhood.

Rita Golden Gelman stay in Washington DC for Let's Go Global

Rita Golden Gelman stay in Washington DC for Let's Go Global

Nearly empty sidewalks with strolling moms, young people casually dressed, dog walkers. Lots of jeans, shorts, tank tops, flip flops. I chose to rent a place in the middle of the action. If I walk just three blocks north from my apartment house, I pass the Library of Congress, the Supreme Court, and the Capitol. Quiet and elegant.
Then a week or so ago, Congress returned from summer vacation. My neighborhood is suddenly filled with suits and ties and high heels, all carrying briefcases or small backpacks. There are lots of suits and heels in my building too. Apparently there are tons of congressional people who have their small city apartments in my buildings. You sort of know the ones in elected office because they smile and say things like, “How are you doing?” There’s a gym room in the building. Apparently that’s where people meet. When I move back in on October 12th, I’m going to begin an exercise routine. Gotta be good for Let’s Get Global as well as my body.

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Pizza and Meeting A.U. Student Anne Lynch

I had several appointments in DC. Now that I had a car (I’ve been doing fine on the Metro) I decided to drive. Each time I confidently programmed my GPS (a birthday gift) and took off. But that woman doesn’t know DC very well and she keeps getting me lost. I keep a map handy and I swear a lot.

Went out for pizza in the NW section of the city. A wonderful pizza place packed with American University students. Anne Lynch, a student at AU who has been helping with the LGG project by e-mail, was the one who suggested 2Amys on Wisconsin and Macomb. It was the first time Anne and I have met. Loved meeting her after only knowing her by e-mail for the last nine months. Great pizza. Thin, thin crust, olives, capers, eggplant, basil, mozzarella…..three of us at the table each ordered a different little one and shared.

Anne’s giving me the student point-of-view on some LGG issues. DeeNice Rhodes joined us. She’s the one who set up this blog and has taken me on as a challenge. She’s going to organize me, promote me and LGG, and help bring us funding money. I never asked; so many have failed before her. Organizing me is a popular activity. DeeNice and I met at a tech networking session at NPR. Yay. I’m trying,..but there’s a long way to go.

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