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And The Race Is On


I have been campaigning for our local school district now, going on my third year.  I learned alot from my first campaign effort in 2011.  We had a great slate of candidates to run against the incumbants, but with all of us having little experience running a campaign, we spent a lot of time spinning our wheels with efforts that could have been concentrated on something else.

I think we have a great start to the 2013 North Penn School Board race because we never stopped campaigning at the end of the election in 2011.  We continued to stay active attending school district meetings, meeting voters, reading articles, and attending training sessions.  And then things really fell into place when along with our campaign manager, several other volunteers stepped up their efforts to help us.

The primary election season went very quiet compared to 2011.  In 2011, the incumbants chose to employ a strategy that they hoped would infuriate the voters and eliminate us from any kind of competition.  They chose to use the picture of a handgun, to promote their school board re-election campaign.  It was truly an offensive piece of literature, accusing myself and fellow running mates, that if elected, we would be “committing armed robbery” on the taxpayers.  To quote one of the former board members (he lost his re-election bid, most likely due to this flyer), “we had a message to get out, and we got that message out.”

I will never forget that smugness.  With annual reports of gun violence in schools, to promote the election of the leadership of the school district using a picture of a murder weapon had no place, not just in local politics, but any politics.

2013 is considered an off-year for elections.  There is no presidential race, no election for governor or any other high profile office.  But North Penn School District is the 6th largest school district in the state of Pennyslvania.  It should come as no surprise that our school district election has attracted alot of attention.  Other school districts are watching to see how a mostly Republican dominated school board stands up to a huge challenge of its power by genuine vested members of the community.  Local government officials are paying attention to this race.  Off-years generally produce the lowest voter turn-out.  But with the momentum from 2011’s election, we are hoping to prove that theory wrong.

The primary this year was indeed very quiet.  Even the election day itself went without issue with the exception of a few questionable tactics by poll-workers representing the party of the school board.  There was not even any newspaper coverage.

Well, the Summer is half over now, and as the school district makes preparations for the upcoming school year, it is also a time for our campaign, to line up on the starter blocks.  We have a huge undertaking on our hands taking on a monstrous machine in the form of the four incumbants.  But we, as candidates, who also happen to be parents of North Penn students, home owners and taxpayers, believe that this is the year, to finally make educating the students of North Penn a priority in the decisions that aer made by the district.

It has been over a month and a half since the election, but last night, we got our feet “wet” again with an invitation to another local office’s campaign.  It felt different than two years ago, when we were trying to get ourselves “known” to the public.  Now I was being introduced as someone with an opinion and direction that matter.

He Said, She Said


“Those who tell the truth have nothing to remember.”  Mark Twain

It is the most common type of argument between siblings, co-workers and their supervisors, sales representatives and clients.  One side claims to have said something or done something, and the other side says “no, you didn’t.”  In the world of “he said, she said” it often becomes a battle of wills, reputations, accusations, and hurt feelings by at least one of those sides.

When this type of issue arises in the younger part of our lives, the incident serves no other purpose really, other than teaching us who we can rely on.  But in the adult world, situations like this can have a major impact on our daily lives, on our futures.

The first job I applied for post-cancer, was for an insurance company rep position.  I was a sure thing as my step-father worked for the same company and had a great reputation.  It was a position that required licensing, so that meant studying and taking tests.  Of course, I went through all the other steps, application, interview, and had been doing quite well on all aspects of the hiring process.  Then they had me undergo a health physical.  It had been several months since my chemo ended, and I had been doing well rehabbing at the gym.  I had lost nearly half of the weight that I gained (yes, I gained weight during my chemo), and I had really built up a lot of stamina.  I was in probably the best condition I had been in for a long time.

About a week later, I got a telephone call.  “We wanted to know that although you have done very well with all the testing and preparations, after discussing your cancer situation with our home office, they would just feel better if you were in remission a bit longer.”  And there it was, my first taste of discrimination courtesy of a “nation wide” insurance company.  As hard as I worked to get back into shape, this is what my life was going to be like?

After speaking with my social worker, he made the recommendation that I file a complaint with the Pennsylvania Labor Board.  I have never been a person controlled or motivated by money.  This would be no different.  The biggest issue was the fact that there was a good chance I would never get hired anywhere, simply because I had cancer.  There would be no attorneys supporting me and my complaint, just my social worker.  Off we went to Harrisburg.

Neither of us knowing what to expect, we all met in a large conference room, and I was given the first opportunity to speak my case and I basically recited everything that I mentioned at the beginning of this story.  Then it was their turn.  Just when I thought it could not get any worse for me…

“Mr. Edelman withdrew his application.”  And just like that, my case was over.  Or so I thought.  After all, there was only a telephone call between myself and the district manager for this company.  It was my word against his… he said, he said.  Of course I objected.  I know what I said and what he said.  All that I had to do was prove it.  It was that simple.  Unfortunately, life does not work that way.

But it was not all bad news.  As I mentioned, I live life with principles being my main objective.  I was about to win at least part of my complaint, perhaps not for me, but for someone else.

There was a new law that had recently passed, that definitely many major companies were not prepared for, called the American With Disabilities Act.  The part of the act that this company was introduced to, and was required to make immediate sweeping changes to its hiring practices all across the country, was that an employer could no longer require a physical until after the job applicant was being considered for the job.  Seriously, how hard was it going to be to sell life insurance?  Companies are not allowed to even ask you anything about your health history until after they have made the decision to hire you.  Yes, that is a loophole, but at least you can get in the door a lot easier now.

This behavior by companies of all sizes, the old “he said, she said” trick is still widely used.  Unfortunately we are a mostly trusting society.  We epxect people to be honorable and keep their word, do the right thing.  But how do you protect yourself from not only being denied what you are legally entitled to do, but physically able to do as well?  Print.

Put everything down in writing.  In today’s media world, everything lasts forever courtesy of the internet.  Years ago it was convincing enough to mail something registered mail, and then faxing.  But still, when push came to shove, how could you prove what was inside the envelope or what was faxed.  Companies are much too smart for that today.  But one tool that is pretty much impossible to beat, is email.  Your email is mainly your personal access, your words, your time and date stamp, your proof of what you said.  Once “sent”, it is out there forever.

Here is how that situation back in 1990 would have been handled by me today.

I would have originally asked for an email address for contact purposes.  I would still send every correspondence the way the other party would request, whether it be fax or snail-mail.  But today, I would scan any forms and letters into my computer, then attach the document to the email and hit “send”.  I am sure that there will come a time, when companies will get around the time and date stamp placed by email, but for now, if someone wants that fight, I am willing to take that step.  It is not satisfactory enough to tell me I need to follow up with the submission.  If I do what is expected, then I have fulfilled my obligation.  That is how I solve “he said, she said.”

Life Lesson Learned


This event was one thing my oldest daughter had been looking forward to, since she decided against competing in it last year, the school district’s elementary school triathlon.  Divisions and skills were set up based upon the ages of the young competitors.  Madison has always been a competitor, striving to give everything she has, but last year, she chose not to compete.  This year was different.

Together, Madison and I spent a lot of time together, training as recommended for this triathlon.  Madison is a natural in water, so it was just going to be a matter of getting her to an indoor pool to practice her three lengths required.  We ride bikes together all of the time, many times for at least an hour, so that was not going to be difficult.  I have seen Madison run, so I knew she had speed.  I was just unsure how much endurance she had.

We had a track that surrounded a peewee football field which would give the easily measurable distance, down the street for our home.  The plan and schedule had been set.  Madison would be at or above the skills necessary at least three weeks before the triathlon.  Unfortunately, my father’s ill health, that schedule had been tossed out the window.

Madison’s training now became a matter of “when” we had time to do it.  But she was undeterred.  This was a competition that she believed that she could handle, and wanted to compete.  She gave me daily reminders what forms needed to be filled out, and what meetings had to be attended.  She assured me she would get the rest done as far as the actual practice.

We arrived the morning of the triathlon, checked in, and then set up her staging area.  I then escorted her to her first holding area, for the swimming portion.  She sat behind her heat lane for close to an hour before they called her heat.  And then she was off.

She swam with the speed of a shark chasing its prey and then ran out to the staging area to get her pants and bib on, climb on the bike and ride.  I caught up to her at the bike track.  She raced on to the loop of the ride and was completing her first mile and proceeding through the loop for the second lap when a rider in front of her had wiped out.  Madison was about three lengths behind, but given her age and inexperience, she was not prepared to react to avoid the crash and collided with the downed rider, causing herself to crash.

But instead of getting right up, and back into the race, she asked the girl, a stranger from another elementary school, if she was alright.  The girl originally said yes, but then broke down in tears.  At that moment, Madison made the commitment to remain with her, until help would arrive.  By my watch, Madison sacrificed at least two minutes of time, providing comfort to a fellow competitor who had fallen.  For Madison, the race was not about winning or placing, the triathlon was an opportunity for Madison to do what Madison is best at, caring.

Yes, I am going to brag about how I have raised my daughters.  And I hope this is just one of the stories that I get to tell, that show just what all humans have the capability of providing, empathy and compassion.

Officially, her numbers were time of competition, 0:34:04, and she placed 24th out of 65 other girls in her grade (division).  But she won more than a race on Saturday.

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