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I am from the U.S. Midwest with a Native American heritage by way of my father and the Cherokee and Modoc nations. I am also a Certified Kundalini Yoga Teacher and Sikh minister. Since 1969 I have been a student of Yogi Bhajan, who is the founder of 3HO, the Healthy, Happy, Holy Organization and master of Kundalini Yoga. I began teaching Kundalini Yoga in 1970 and directed 3HO activities in the Denver, Colorado region from 1973 to 1984. My career as an Optician began in 1958 following active duty with the U.S. Marine Corps. Although currently retired, I am an active member of the Security Advisory Team. I hold active Optician licenses in Florida and Arizona. I am certified by the American Board of Opticianry (ABO), and National Contact Lens Examiners (NCLE), and I am a passionate advocate of (a) the resurgence of the Optician as a genuine Health Care Provider, i.e., highly skilled Eye Care Professional, as opposed to today's eyeglass dispensers, most of whom are trained only as merchants or online clerks, (b) the resurgence of three dimensional dispensing of prescription eyewear, and (c) most importantly, the conscientious Hands on the Patient practical training of aspiring Opticians in the design and delivery of handcrafted, form-fitted eyewear. I am currently a consultant with Opticians For Change and I conduct Hands-on Frame Fitting Workshops, which are accredited for Continuing Education by ABO and the Florida State Board of Opticians, and sponsored by the POF, Professional Opticians of Florida. See OpticalGuidelines.com.
I have a history of teaching (see 3HO Legacy Teachers gallery) at numerous facilities and locations as a Kundalini Yoga and Meditation teacher, counselor and chaplain, which include the Federal Prison in Littleton, CO; the Colorado State Prison at the Buena Vista, CO facility; the Youth Detention Center, Brighton, CO; the Orange County Jail, Orlando, FL; the Florida State Prison, Bushnell, FL; the YWCA, Orlando, FL; Sikh Chaplain at the New Mexico Military Institute, Roswell, NM; and several years as the Drill Instructor for the Select Rifle Drill Team at the 3HO Women's Training Camp, formerly Khalsa Women's Training Camp (KWTC), Espanola, NM, now International Women's Camp, IWC. See an inspiring account of one woman's Drill Team experience at the Khalsa Women's Training Camp. See More.
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I have been blessed with the life experience
My teacher, Yogi Bhajan, asked me to tell my story, so I will begin by saying I was blessed with a life experience, which taught me the meaning of these words. I was born of a mixed parentage, at home, in the late '30s. My younger sister and I were raised in a small 3-room house, which had no bathtub or shower, and no hot water heater. We were the only family I knew that had no hot running water.
My mother boiled water in a tea kettle and poured it into a galvanized tub in which she bathed us until we were old enough to bathe ourselves. We bathed once a week because it was a real challenge for the four of us to bathe more frequently. She boiled water in a tea kettle and used a wash board to wash our clothes until she acquired a wringer-type washer along with two rinse tubs in the late '40s. Our parents heated the house with a coal-burning stove until the late '40s when we acquired an oil-burning stove. We also used an ice box to keep food cold until the late '40s, early '50s.
I slept in the front room of our tiny but tidy 3-room house, my mother and sister slept in the middle room and my father slept in the kitchen. We acquired a black and white TV in the mid-'50s. We always walked to school. Our mother worked full-time at a meat packing plant to which she always walked.
My dad was a barber and served as an air raid warden for our neighborhood during World War II. I remember hearing the air raid sirens and seeing big search lights roaming the night sky during air raid drills. We had to turn off all the lights. I remember just about everything being rationed, sugar; salt; milk; bread; gasoline; etc. And we had to use tokens in order to make purchases. Life was good albeit challenging, just as it is to this day, by God's grace.
We lived next door to a store front where an elderly immigrant Syrian couple lived and operated an oriental rug store, and across the street from a carton factory. On the back side of the carton company was the Chicago and Northwestern Railroad that ran coal burning, steam powered, locomotives, which stopped frequently at a watering station just down the railroad tracks.
I enlisted in the U.S. Marine Corps, with my parent's written permission, in my junior year at a Catholic high school from which I graduated before reporting for active duty. See ForThePeopleOfColor.com. See Forum Rules Notice. --
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