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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.”

Lost In All This


I have been working hard to be elected to our local school board for three years now.  I have spent several nights a week attending district meetings, other nights meeting and greeting voters, and remaining evenings meeting with the other members of my campaign.

None of us keep any kind of score on who does how much or when.  It is a team effort.  We can disagree, but we respect that right to do so.  When one of us is down, there is another to pick us up.  And when personal crisis comes up, there is unbelievable support.

My dad had been diagnosed with Stage 1 lung cancer about two months before the recent primary election.  While a cancer diagnosis is not what anyone wants to hear, being staged at 1 was definitely welcomed news.  The recommendation for remission was surgery and so it was arranged.  There is no good time to have cancer, but the surgery had been set for the week before the election.

My father knows how much effort I had put into this election and felt awful, but my priority was clear.  I would stand by his side, not only as his son, but as his medical advocate.  I would figure a way to find balance so that I did not feel that I had abandoned my running mates and campaign.  But everyone involved in my campaign made it clear, “be with your dad.  You have done so much for this campaign, we can hold down the fort while you take care of him.”

His stay in the hospital was only to last four to six days.  Currently, today is day 21.

The campaign activity is picking up after just a week from the election where I won one political party, but not the other, forcing a General Election in the Fall.  But the entire week before the election, everyone in my campaign took all the extra steps to make sure that my absence was not felt during the busiest and most crucial stage of the election.  The group of people that are my running mates are a remarkable bunch.

As my father recovers, I am slowly easing back into my position of candidate, but it is clear that I have to find some sort of balance as my dad will need some care for quite a bit of time yet.

It feels quite odd actually.  During the last election in 2011, there was such a huge “letdown” both physically and mentally the days after the election.  And it would have happened regardless having lost or had I won.  I went from having over 50 emails a day to answer, as well as a dozen voicemails, plus of course door knocking and appearances, to nothing.  Just completely dropped off.  But this time there has been no down time for me.  My time has been so occupied with my dad following the election, that now that the campaign is picking up again, my stride has continued without breaking and I feel momentum will pick up exactly where it left off.

Of course, knowing that with total votes, I came in 4th out of 8 for four positions, eliminating the school board president from his seat on the board, had this been the General Election.  I still have some work to do.  While one of my running mates won overall, there were two incumbants who scored above me yet.

Once You Let A Fart Rip…


You cannot “unstink” a fart.  It is going to stink no matter what you do to try and cover it up.  You cannot take it back.  It happens and often it is going to clear a room.

Just like you cannot take back things you have said, like in a jury, or an argument.

I learned a most valuable lesson from my father, though I wish I could have learned it a different way.

It was many ago, just days before the Christmas holiday.  By now, my dad and stepmother were done with the holiday shopping, or so they thought.  A minor argument ensued, I believe over insurance, when they realized they still needed a last minute gift.  From the argument, frustration was added as they prepared to head out into the holiday rush traffic.  My father would leave the house first, cross the street and start up the car.  He glances out of the driver side window, to see where my stepmother could be as he thought she was right behind him.

It was dusk as the evening sun had settled.  Headlights were now being turned on to see the path in front of them.  Except for one vehicle.  My dad waits for her to cross the street and sees that on her side traffic is letting up that she can now cross to the middle of the busy street.  She continues her path across the west bound lane just inches away from the front fender of my dad’s car.

She never knew what hit her.  All my father saw was his wife of nearly two decades be thrown dozens of feet from where he just saw her.

I do not know much else about the next several hours as my father does not talk about that night.  By the time that I had received the phone call about what had happened, it was very early in the morning of the next day.  But the news was not good.  She had sustained major life threatening injuries besides her one leg being broken, a severe head injury.

But what my dad will talk about, and to this day, is the guilt that he carries from that night.  That he never got to resolved the argument that he and my stepmother had that night.  They never got to apologize.  This would go beyond “go to bed angry”.  They would never get that chance to apologize.  To make matters worse, there are things that compiled on to his list of guilt.  He apologizes frequently for not being there for my sister and I following my parents’ divorce.  He apologized for missing certain milestones in our lives.  He carried guilt about not being there for my battle with cancer.

On Monday, I will stand next to my dad, as he faces his biggest fight of his life, his own battle with cancer, lung cancer to be exact.  And this goes beyond blame or guilt.  This is now about survival and the chances that lay ahead of him.  Beings somewhat familiar with medicine and cancer terminology, I feel very good about his chances of beating it.  And I hope that as he knows I am standing by his side, I have long forgiven him for our past.

“Dad, just do this!  Madison and Emmalie love their Poppop and know that if Daddy could beat his cancer, and you are his dad, then you can do it too.”

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