Posts by Calvert F Cazier, PhD, MPH
The Teacher Said “No!”
This post tells the story of a young man whom I will call Zack and an experience he had when he was a senior in high school. This experience teaches us the importance of controlling our ego, appreciating the effort, and being grateful for the part we played in the success of another person.…
Read MoreBlind Piano Teacher
When we moved to Salt Lake City, my parents rented a small house. It had a kitchen, dining room, front room, one bedroom, and one bathroom. There were five of us living there. My two sisters and I slept in the bedroom, and my parents slept in the dining room. We had an upright…
Read MoreThe New Girl
Anne moved from California to Salt Lake City, Utah in time to start Junior High at a new school. She was the new girl in the neighborhood and was nervous about her school and making new friends. She was very shy and unsure of herself, despite being an ‘A’ student. A few weeks after…
Read MoreThe Blue Plate Special
One day when my wife, Anne, was young, one of her siblings broke something that belonged to another child in the family. Tempers flared and angry words were exchanged. Anne’s mother, Joy, brought the kids together and patiently explained that accidents and mistakes happen and we shouldn’t let them make us get upset because…
Read MoreThe Blue Sweater
Due to inclement weather I went walking at an indoor gym. Normally when I walk at this gym I try to do so for an hour, depending on my attitude of the day. On this particular cold day in the middle of February I wore my favorite blue sweater to the gym, then took it…
Read MoreCourage to Apologize
One Sunday morning several years, ago, my father was in a church leadership meeting at which a man who no longer attended was being discussed. Dad was curious why this man of great faith had suddenly stopped coming. I’m sure this man’s situation had been discussed many times over the years, but on this particular…
Read MoreAmbrose Stole Some Apples
Ambrose Call grew up in Bountiful Utah, during the early 1890’s. At the age of 82, I sat on his floor for two plus hours fascinated and enthralled as I listened to him tell his life history. He told of a time when he and some friends stole apples from an elderly man’s orchard. A…
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