Who Am I?

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Remember the famous song in the musical Les Misérables?

In Victor Hugo’s novel Les Misérables, the protagonist Jean Valjean is identified by the prison ID number branded on his skin: “24601.”  For stealing a loaf of bread, he gets ten years incarceration and ten more for a failed attempt to escape.  Valjean’s attempt to define himself became a powerful song in the 1980s, when Claude-Michel Schönberg, Alain Boublil and Jean-Marc Natel created a musical based on Victor Hugo’s novel. Herbert Kretzmer gave it voice in English: “Who Am I?” My family used to go around bellowing those lyrics. Good memories.

Who gets to say who you are? How do you know who am I? How shall I see myself?

If you are a non-speaker with uncontrolled movements, like Owen and his compadres, you get told who you are all the time. Doctors, therapists, parents, siblings, and passers-by paste their labels on you or your intentions, based on what they see. When dysregulated non-speakers learn to control movement enough to spell, they finally have the chance to say, “Nope. That wasn’t what I meant.  That isn’t who I am. This is.”

But what about the rest of us?  We don’t escape labeling others, or being labeled.

It is a very powerful place to position yourself, to tell someone else who they “are.” Particularly if you combine this with a sense of right and wrong.  Not long ago someone told me in a FB chat: “You are a racist.”  That was news to me. It certainly didn’t align with any feelings or thoughts that I had or have. I also received one to one messaging like this: “You should not believe what you believe.” Interesting. How can someone know what I should believe, if the person didn’t actually ask me what I do believe?

Or, more significantly, if they didn’t ask why?

Truly a much more interesting question is “Why?”  Why as in “Really? Why do you think that/ feel that way? Tell me about it.” Now THAT question leads to deep learning and potentially to some rich relationships. And I have heard that heaven is endless variety,  endless varieties of ways of loving good.

I can’t take credit for either of these ideas though. The first is Mónica Guzmán’s. I first heard her interviewed on NPR, and joyfully ordered her book: I Never Thought of It That Way: How to Have Fearlessly Curious Conversations in Dangerously Divided Times. No surprise that it’s a workbook. It is a delight, and she reads her own book on Audible.

I stole the second thought from the theological writings of Emanuel Swedenborg. He writes about conversations he had with angels in his books Heaven and Hell and Secrets of Heaven, nicely summarized this way by AI in a Google search:

Heaven…is divided into a multitude of communities, each distinguished by the unique qualities of love and faith that define its members. Heaven…is not a fixed state but a continuous journey of growth and perfection. As angels continue to develop in love, wisdom, and use, they progress to higher levels of existence within heaven, characterized by even greater degrees of love, wisdom, and joy. (Google AI)

Sounds pretty good.

There is one catch though, to knowing what to call people, or how to understand who they are, or probably to each of us knowing who we are.   To know “why” — why someone is inspired to move in a certain direction, whether it is yourself or someone else — you have to be curious. You have to be curious enough to stop, to listen, and to learn the answer.

Who are you?  Who am I?

I Have Academic Integrity

February 13, 2025

“Dear Owen Simons,

“Professor Helen Hale has informed me of a violation of the integrity policy with…assignment[s] in the Foundations of Inquiry class. As a Christian institution of higher education, Cornerstone University seeks to maintain the highest standards of academic integrity, and this incident is a breach of those standards. To uphold our high standards and help you learn from this experience, professors are obligated to report such offences to the Dean’s office… per university policy, Professor Hale will assign you a zero on the assignments in question…”

“Sincerely,
Jonathan Marko, Ph.D.
Dean, School of Ministry, Media & the Arts”
                       


February 20, 2025

Dear Dean Marko,

I received your letter and was so surprised and disappointed. You punished me without giving me a chance to explain myself. I am an autistic person who has very little control of my movement. The only way that I can focus movement to spell or type is to have someone give me supportive resistance on my arm. It is not possible for me to write without that support. Still I write my own ideas in everything I do.

I cannot speak therefore my mom does for me what I cannot do myself. She probably did too much dedicated calling this time since it seems to have caused more problems. I still do my own thinking and writing. Even if my hands are uncooperative, and my really eyes dont even focus on the thing I am trying to look at, and my body runs away when I need to sit and work, still I do my own work. I have academic integrity.

If this way of writing is not acceptable then I will have to withdraw from the university.  I think that the best thing to do is for me to withdraw anyway, since the intense program is too hard for me to keep up, and the ammount of technological assignments is not possible for me to do. I came to Cornerstone University to study religion, which I couldn’t do at community college. It is sad, but I will keep looking for a college that is right for what I need.

Sincerely yours,

Owen Simons

Red Rocks!

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Owen traveled to COLORADO by plane, and stayed just down the street from his brother Scott, sister in law Meg and baby niece Marlee.  I was anxious about how disruptive the trip could be on Owen and Owen on the trip, but unlike the last time Owen went to Colorado, this time no police were called in to locate him.. He did not go for a solo tour of the Denver neighborhood. He seemed agreeable to the whole trip.

I know he liked our outing to Red Rocks—!

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Good thing we wore the hiking boots though.

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It looked like an easy little hike…

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and Owen is pretty intrepid (he crawled on the ice for one stretch)

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…and he’s certainly persistent enough…

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we were sufficiently challenged 

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…and satisfied to reach the top.

 

 

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(Are those some illicit climbers on top??)

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And there was Oskar, waiting for us.

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Secret handshake?

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Contemplating an illicit climb

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Then it was time to go down– 

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-and down–

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– and down!

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(Two determined men)

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0228181447_HDRIt was VERY fun to climb up — and slip over (!!) — and squelch through — and descend down the Red Rocks of Colorado — all the way down to the museum and amphitheater on the other side. Whew! What a memorable adventure.

But it was pretty nice to have Oskar climb back up and over and down and get the car, to pick us up! And take us home…

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…to snuggle with baby Marlee some more.

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Aww. Uncle Owen. (Yes, yes, mom posed this one.)

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Uh, ok Uncle Owen, enough is enough…

To read about Owen’s last trip to Colorado click Owen Meets the Police