I’ve mentioned several times that my blog is based on the idea of giving people their flowers while they are still alive to enjoy them. We wait until people pass away to shower them with accolades and beautiful bouquets.
Why not let people know good things while they are still here to enjoy it?
Sometimes I stray from the blog’s original intent and simply post about Life’s blessings or something that touched my heart. Today, I return to the original purpose and “give someone their flowers.” Guess who it is?
I don’t like to beat my own drum. Don’t get me wrong – I enjoy a well placed spotlight now and then, and I love winning more than Charlie Sheen can imagine.
But when it comes right down to it, I am uncomfortable being the sole person standing on the stage when the audience gives a standing ovation. People who know me well enough know that I am quick to deflect the attention to other people and things just so I can step out of the spotlight and into the shadows for a moment.
However, today, I am proud of an accomplishment and thought I would step back into the spotlight for a moment and remind myself what Pap-pa always told us: “He who tooteth not his own horn, his horn get tooteth not.”
A while back, the National Business Group on Health (NBGH) sent out a request for entries to compete for the first Awards for Innovation in Reducing Health Care Disparities. My boss brought it to my attention, and I wrote a submission for the Franciscan Clinic, an employer-based medical home for our hospital’s employees. I honestly thought we didn’t have a snowball’s chance of winning a nationwide competition, but we won!
The Franciscan Clinic was honored at a mid-March conference the NBGH held in Washington, DC, along with similar programs from Aetna, American Express, H.J. Heinz Co., Verizon and Wyndham Worldwide.
Wait. What?! Our hospital here in Monroe, La., was honored alongside Fortune 500 companies?
You’re dang right we were, and I wrote the submission that got us on that stage!
I got similar news today when the Catholic Health Association announced 41 community benefit programs it is recognizing this month for their work in reducing disparities. I submitted five articles, and of the 41 that were chosen for the site from all the entries nationwide, FOUR of the five I submitted were published.
Nearly 10% of the articles they chose nationwide were written by ME! Yeah, I’m doing the happy dance. You know it. I’m feeling like a pretty big deal right now!
No, I didn’t do the awesome work the managers had to do to make those programs a success. The staff at the Diabetes & Nutrition Center, the Franciscan Clinic, the Kitty DeGree Breast Health Center and the School-Based Health Center deserve to be congratulated for the remarkable work they do to help underserved people in our region. Without their rockin’ awesomeness, it wouldn’t have mattered how pretty I made them sound. The greatness of the programs is the foundation for the greatness of the words that were written.
But you know what? I am taking my place in that spotlight, too.
I labored over each word in the submissions, and I’m truly proud of the work I did. I’m passing out virtual flowers to myself today. I’m envisioning myself putting them in an obnoxiously ostentatious vase and placing it right on the edge of my desk. As people pass my office, I want a flashing neon sign to light up with the words, “Awesomeness resides here” or maybe I’ll just Sheen them with the word “Winning.”
This insufferably me-centric display won’t actually happen, but in my mind, that blinding neon sign is only upstaged by my uncoordinated, relentless happy dance. Although, I suppose if all this is going on in my mind, my dance can be graceful and perfect as well.
Ha! Let the booty shakin’ commence.