Category: The Gift Of Adversity

  • Back to Blogging!

    It’s been a long absence, but I’m back to blogging here! My site was attacked by a nasty malware and it took quite some time to clean it up and get it functioning again.  Meanwhile, I did my blogging over at ChicagoNow, where one of my posts went viral: Harry Styles Signs to Deaf Fans at a One Direction Concert.  Yes, a simple post about a One Direction concert hit the number two spot on ChicagoNow at one point.  My daughter ended up in M magazine as a result of her own guest post on ChicagoNow: Signing with Harry Styles at a One Direction Concert. 

     

    Back in January, I started a speaking business and I have been traveling all over the U.S. speaking to schools, businesses, and organizations.  I absolutely love it!  This year alone, I have spoken in Florida, Maine, New York, California, Canada, Michigan, Wisconsin, Texas, South Dakota, Indiana, and Colorado.  I can’t wait to see what next year brings!  If your school, business, or organization would like me to speak, email me at karen (at) karenputz.com. For more information about my speaking topics or how I can serve your speaking needs:  Karen Putz Speaking.  I speak frequently on the topics of overcoming adversity, parenting, and of course, PASSION!  I’m a Passion Coach who helps others unwrap their top five passions.

    Of course, I’ve been spending a lot of time enjoying my passion of barefoot water skiing this summer.  The sport has brought me many new friends and allowed me to barefoot in so many new places.  I unwrapped my passion for the sport just four years ago when the hubby sent me a link to this TODAY Show which changed my life:  66-Year-Old Judy Myers Barefooting.  In March of 2010, I went down to the World Barefoot Center for the first time and life has never been the same since!  I’m proud to be a part of the World Barefoot Center staff and a contributing writer to WaterSki and Water Skier magazines.  Joseph Campbell was right– he said, “If you follow your bliss, you put yourself on a kind of track that has been there all the while, waiting for you, and the life that you ought to be living is the one you are living. Wherever you are—if you are following your bliss, you are enjoying that refreshment, that life within you, all the time.”

    Over the summer, I also released a new book, The Passionate Lives of Deaf and Hard of Hearing People.  The book features 22 deaf and hard of hearing people in all kinds of professions, hobbies, and sports.  I’ve had the wonderful opportunity to cross paths with many amazing deaf and hard of hearing people all over the world and I wanted to share this with parents of deaf and hard of hearing kids as well as deaf and hard of hearing teens and adults.  This book is the first in a series–stay tuned for more!

    And… if you’re at the store, grab a copy of the October issue of O Magazine and you’ll find a little blurb from me on page 22.  This is the third time I’ve been in O Magazine and I’d love to see a full-fledged article in there next!

    Here’s a few more interviews and blurbs from over the summer:

    Putting Your Feet Back on the Water — The Shut Up Show

    Helping Others Help Themselves — Healthy Hearing

    The Parenting Journey — Book Review

  • Out of the Comfort Zone at the Hands & Voices Leadership Conference

    The 10th Annual Hands & Voices Leadership Conference took place this week in Madison, Wisconsin.  The topic of the conference: Out of the Comfort Zone.  In the ten years I’ve been with Hands & Voices, I’ve had to step out of the comfort zone time and time again. In the process, I’ve grown in so many different ways. It is cool to see that same transition happening with the chapter leaders and parents over the years.

    A little over ten years ago when I first joined Hands & Voices, the leaders all fit around a single conference table.  I started the fourth chapter of Hands & Voices. I wasn’t sure how in the world we would create a 501c3 with no funds to begin with, but the Lions Club of Batavia and Barb Sims from the Special Education department in Illinois pitched in to give us start up funding.  I remained President for four years, and then Beth Donofrio took over. Today, Andrea Marwah is currently running the chapter.

    And today, Hands & Voices is expanding worldwide.  There is a strong need for a parent-driven organization which provides support for families with deaf and hard of hearing children– no family, no child, should travel the journey alone.

    As I watched Andrea  speak on the topic of Advocacy during her plenary, I thought back to the first time our paths crossed. I served as a Deaf Mentor for their family. One of the resources I often share with families is a book, “From Emotions to Advocacy” by Wrightslaw and I brought the book with me during one of the visits. Andrea, being the tenacious mom she is, took notes of everything. She followed up in getting the book and learning everything she could about education law.  Today, she teaches classes on special education law and advocacy. She has taken Illinois Hands & Voices to a whole new level with her leadership. I am so inspired by her leadership and her journey as a parent. She embodies the Hands & Voices philosophy on every level.

    I’ve been with Hands & Voices for over ten years now and my commitment and passion are stronger than ever.  There was a time I lost my passion and lost my way, but one day, I sat down and figured out my “why” of doing what I do. At the conference, a mom came up to me and introduced herself. As we chatted, she mentioned I had helped her seven years ago. When she walked away, I realized the value in what we do at Hands & Voices– we just never know who we help or how we inspire or impact families. This is why we continue to reach out and travel the journey with other families–this is our passion, this is our “why” of what we do every day at Hands & Voices.

    “At times our own light goes out and is rekindled by a spark from another person. Each of us has cause to think with deep gratitude of those who have lighted the flame within us.”

    Albert Schweitzer

  • What is Gone May Bloom Again

    When my parents built their new house on Christie Lake 20 years ago, my mom discovered a peony plant coming up out of the blue between two newly planted bushes. To her surprise, she discovered it was the same peonies that she transplanted long ago to a different spot in the yard and the bush had died. The yard had been completely torn up and reshaped when the house was built.

    Twenty years later, the peonies continue to bloom each spring. It’s a reminder of hope– because just when you give up, or think something is over and done with, you can thrive and blossom yet again.

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  • A Test of Patience

    Wednesday night, before heading to bed, I checked my flight schedule for Florida. “The plane leaves at 7:25,” I told Joe. I sank into bed early knowing that I’d have to get up at four a.m. to get ready. A nagging feeling crept up on me. I wanted to go downstairs and check the schedule one more time, but I was exhausted after two days on the road and three presentations.

    On the way to the airport, the nagging feeling returned. I took a look at the schedule and right then and there, my heart sank.

    6:10.

    I was looking at the landing time previously, not the flight time. I was going to miss my plane.

    “We’ll, there’s nothing I can do about it,” I told my husband. “I’ll just have to take the next available flight.”

    I was scheduled to speak at the Florida School for the Deaf at 2:15, but I wasn’t sure if I would make it there on time. The school informed me that the latest I could arrive would be 3 p.m.

    The Southwest agent gave me standby on a flight leaving in 20 minutes, but I had yet to get through security. I made it just before they were closing the doors. I picked up a connecting flight after arriving in Fort Lauderdale. I figured I would make it to the school

    As soon as I arrived at the rental car place, I was congratulating myself. There was no line! I figured I would arrive at 2:30. As I reached into my purse, my heart sank; my wallet was nowhere to be found.

    My cell phone rang and a kind traveler nearby answered it for me. It was Southwest– they were on their way with my wallet. I’m a frequent flyer with Southwest and they simply rock!

    There was a line when I arrived back at the rental car counter and by the time I hit the expressway, I knew I was cutting it close. I threw up a prayer and stepped on the gas.

    In the passing lane, I encountered one slow car after another. I couldn’t believe it. Almost no one moved over. I could feel the frustration building up inside of me.

    A digital sign indicted a stalled car ahead. Sure enough, the traffic crawled to a stop.

    I wanted to scream.

    Suddenly, I remembered one of Keith St. Onge’s lessons from his book, Gliding Soles. Whenever he encountered red traffic lights when in a hurry, he considered them as a test of patience.

    “Ok, God, bring it on, I can do this. No matter what happens on the road, I’m staying positive.”

    As soon as I got off the highway, I encountered more slow drivers and… You guessed it… red lights. Over and over, I stayed positive and envisioned myself arriving in time to speak to the middle school kids.

    The guard at the gate took a long time to process my information and print out a pass. Another test of patience, but I was determined to pass it with flying colors and a smile on my face. I walked into the building at…

    2:59.

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  • How Do You Do All That You Do?

    Lately, my bio reads like a gal off in too many directions. One week, I’m in Vancouver doing a presentation for Hands & Voices. Then I’m off in another direction doing a workshop for parents of deaf and hard of hearing kids or “Beyond the Limits” for deaf and hard of hearing students.  Yet another week, I’ll be at the World Barefoot Center (Thanks to my sponsors, ZVRS, Phonak and Tommie Copper) learning how to get up backwards behind the boat or working as a Blog Manager for the site.

    Then there’s BookHands discussions every six weeks, Mentoring with families. I’m a Manager with SendOutCards so I share that resource everywhere I go. I’m a Passion Coach and a Certified Passion Test Facilitator–I help people unwrap their top five passions. I’m an author of three books with several more on the way. When I have a free day, I substitute teach.  I’m also a mom of three teens and a wife.

    Someone recently asked me, “How the heck do you do all that?”

    The answer is pretty simple: when you do what you love to do, you can do so much more in a day. You let the insignificant stuff fall to the wayside because you’re deeply immersed in your passion.

    My friend, Sutton Parks, whom I met at Dan Miller’s Coaching with Excellence (affiliate link to some great stuff!) workshop recently posted a great quote by Kix Brooks on Facebook which pretty much sums it up perfectly:

    “I am definitely working more now,” he says, “but the word ‘work’ is the confusing part of that. People ask me all the time how do you fit all this stuff in, how do you schedule it? The secret is everything I’m doing is something that I really want to do. It’s just like if you go to the beach for the weekend, you’re gonna fit it all in. I want to go here, I want to go to my favorite place to eat, I want to ride go-karts, I want to rent wave runners, and I’m gonna sit here and put my legs up and read a book. You get all that stuff in because you want to. That’s how my life is. It’s like I’m running from place to place and I can’t wait to get to the next one because when I show up, I — for the most part — kind of know what I’m doing. [laughs] It’s all interesting and fun to me, and I just can’t wait to do it all.”

    I probably will narrow all of this down at some point, but right now, I have a lot of overlap. For example, I write when I’m on the plane, I network for SendOutCards/my books/future gigs when I travel, and I’m home the rest of the time hanging with the family.

    How can you do more of what you love in your life? First and foremost, you have to identify what it is you enjoy doing most. What brings you joy? Set your intention–what do you want to intend in your life today/tomorrow/this year? With every action, you are either moving closer to your passion or further away. Choose wisely.

     

     

     

     

  • Facing a Fear of Alligators

    At five o’clock this morning I woke up drenched in sweat. The open jaws of a very large alligator startled me awake.

    It’s not the first time I’ve had that kind of dream. Here’s how they started:

    Alligator Dreams

    You’ll note that this was written back in November of 2010. For awhile there I was doing great. Then one morning last year, Joann O’Connor and I were walking from the guest house to the ski school and we encountered an alligator lounging in the grass. My heart pretty much leapt out of my chest. I was just glad I wasn’t alone.  My first instinct was to run, but then I remembered a little tidbit I had read somewhere on the web– that alligators can run as fast as 35 mph (not true as I later found out, it’s more like 8 or 9 mph–huge difference!).

    To top it off, last fall, I barefoot water skied right by what I can only assume was a very large alligator, judging by the ripples left on the water as I skied by. The boat crew confirmed it.

    So for all the bravado I declared back in 2010, I’ve discovered that the fear of alligators is not something I can merely outrun in my mind. There’s no way to control the dreams except after they’ve occurred, and by then, I wake up in a cold sweat and can’t go back to sleep for a long while, even after mentally changing the end of the dream.

    Several people have suggested that I face the fears head on by petting an alligator or even wrestling one under supervision. I don’t think that will do anything to alleviate the fears, because the fear stems from the idea of being attacked in the water, and that’s beyond my control.

    So unless someone has a solution for me, I’m going to invest stock in a company that develops alligator repellent.

  • Even Champions Cry

    Karen Putz and Keith St. Onge

    Last year, I sat in the boat unloading my feelings of frustration on two young barefoot water skiers. I was struggling on the water trying to learn a new trick and it just wasn’t happening.  My first barefoot tournament was  a month away and I didn’t feel ready at all. I didn’t have a trick run put together.  Slaloming behind the boat was a hit or miss affair and I had no confidence in my skills.  It was like a domino effect: the lack of confidence translated to a poor performance on the water.  To top it off, Coach Swampy made me cry on the very first day of that week.  Nothing was working well for me.

    So when I unloaded on the two youngsters who were training me, I learned about their own struggles on the way to becoming experts in the sport.  I  learned they both also had moments when they, too, broke down in tears.  (And just for the record, both occasions occurred with Coach Swampy. Just saying.  Bahahahaha!)

    Not too long ago I received a message from a friend who said to me, “You make the barefooting look so easy.”  Then another message from a friend who said, “Wow, writing comes naturally for you.”  Yet another expressed surprise when I shared I was having a really down day. “You’re always so upbeat on your Facebook and Twitter page.”

    The thing is, I have my struggles.  We all do. They don’t call it a journey for nothing. And the other thing is, people often see the end results of success but are unaware of the hard stuff that comes before the outcome.

    Two and half years ago, I started writing a book with Keith St. Onge, the two-time World Barefoot Champion. When we started this book, we literally did not know each other at all. I had taken two half-day lessons from him at the World Barefoot Center in Florida. When we took on this project together it was a crazy gamble. I had no idea if his story was even worthy of a book. He had no clue if I could write.  I had not  published a book of my own.   Keith called his mother for advice; she was confident he should go ahead with the project.  Deep down, something propelled both of us to take a leap of faith and start writing together.

    We spent hours on the phone with an interpreter translating everything while I took notes.  We once spent nearly an entire day on the phone and my hands became numb from the typing. Many mornings, I woke up at five a.m. to write before beginning my sales job. There were evenings when Keith would come in from an eight-hour day of pulling students and we tackled the book.  We spent several hours at a time at the local Crispers restaurant where I once fell asleep on top of the laptop.  Our spouses began to grumble about the “other guy/other woman” who was taking so much time away.

    For two and half years, we wrote and we wrote until we ended up with a book that was nearly 400 pages long and had to cut it back. What unfolded was an incredible story of passion, goals, and dreams; and the ups and downs it took to succeed. And I learned, yes, even champions cry. In his book, Gliding Soles, Lessons from a Life on Water, Keith opens his soul and shares every lesson of triumph and failure.

    So after two and half years, Gliding Soles isnow a reality. Keith and I are thankful we had no idea what we were getting into  for had we known, we might have given up before we even began.   The long hours and toil were well worth it as Dave Ramsey, Dan Miller, Tom Ziglar and Glen Plake are some of the folks who’ve endorsed the book.

    While glancing through my notes recently, I came across a few paragraphs which we didn’t include in the book but the topic fits this blog post so well I had to share:

    “Passion can burn deep down inside. I remember falling while I was training on the water as a teen. I began to cry. I tried to stop myself from crying before the boat crew came back to pick me up but they asked why I was crying. I could not answer. I just knew the passion deep down inside of me was like a ball of fire. I had failed to do the trick and paid the price in a fall, but I would not give up until I mastered it.

    Passion is when you cry from failure and have no idea why, but you will do anything to figure it out and succeed. “

     

    Yes, even champions cry.

     

    Keith St. Onge

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  • Would You Trade Passion for Hearing?

    “I don’t know what it’s like to be deaf, but I do know what it’s like when something is important to a person,” a new friend wrote. “I have a question for you, if God or man came up with a solution to restore your hearing, and in exchange you had to give up barefooting, which would you take? I’d bet the farm that you’d take the deal.”

    To this new friend’s surprise, I’d take the barefooting over restored hearing.

    You see, I’ve been deaf so many years now it is just a part of me. I’ve long moved past the stage of grief and into living. That doesn’t mean I still go through periods of time when I get down about the communication difficulties and wish for hearing. I had a lot of moments like that yesterday when I struggled to understand the conversations flowing around me at the barefoot tournament.  But to give up a passion? No can do. Now if I could have both, that’d be a different story…

    This week’s guest post over at Lipreading Mom explores the topic of why going deaf became a blessing for me:

    Why Going Deaf Was a Blessing for Me

    Special thanks to Shanna Groves for sharing my story.

    How about you– would you give up your passion if it meant being able to hear?

  • Missin Dad, One Year Later

    Hard to believe that a whole year flew by. Today was a great day, bittersweet with memories. I woke up to a beautiful sunrise:

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    In one of the last few conversations with Dad I told him to send me some glass calm water. On the day he passed away and the day of his funeral, the water on Christie Lake remained calm all day long. And this week, The water was rough all week long. But today, it was calm all day long.

    Later in the morning, a red-winged blackbird landed on the bird feeder:

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    We ended the day with a trip to the cemetery and each of us shared a favorite memory. We had some good laughs as we recalled our stories. My own favorite memory was of the one and only time that my Dad waterskied around the lake. My kids were surprised, as that was something they never knew about their grandpa.

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  • The Sunset I’ll Never Forget

    I was cleaning out my iPhone and I came across the photos that were taken the day of my Dad’s memorial.  For as long as I live, I will never forget that brilliant sunset that streaked across the sky when Jen and I went for a walk that day.  Perhaps I was just soaking in the energy of that day and my awareness was just heightened by a sense of loss, but I’m grateful for the gift of that masterpiece.

     

     

     

    And how appropriate is it that I came across this poem that I wrote in junior high, while cleaning out my desk today:

    A dash of red,

    Flames of fire,

    Smears of gold and

    The boldest yellow…

    Sunset.

     

    Colors,

    Dancing across the sky,

    To the last light

    Of fading gray…

    Darkness.