Newspaper Man brings in the Good news

Last week my son called me really excited with some good news.
Damo as we effectively call him is the editor of 6 newspapers in Arizona
He’s spends long days getting things together to get the newspapers ready to roll out on the press.

I really don’t know too much about the newspaper business so I Google it and here’s what I found
by Steve a. Smith

A newspaperman was a writer. An author. The true, first voice of history.

A newspaperman chronicled the life of his times on old Remingtons with faded ribbons.

A newspaperman wrote on copy paper, one story in one take.
If he wanted a copy, he used carbon paper. If it didn’t sing, it was spiked.

A newspaperman edited with pencils and always had a ready stack,
freshly sharpened, at the start of every shift.

A newspaperman smoked at his desk. And if the managing editor wasn’t paying too much attention,
he might steal a drink, too.

A newspaperman knew how to eat well and finish off the meal with a stiff drink and a fine cigar — all on the company dime.

A newspaperman wore black slacks, a bit worn. A short-sleeved white shirt and a thin black necktie.

A newspaperman owned one pair of black wingtips for his entire career.

A newspaperman had nicknames, raunchy, rude and unashamedly affectionate nicknames,
for all of the linotype operators in the basement.

A newspaperman reveled in the composing room heat, the smells of melted lead and oily black ink.
But the newspaperman was most at home in the newsroom.

A loud, smoky, smelly place. Wire machines. Real phones with loud rings.

The morning news meeting held in the men’s room, the last two stalls on the right,
each editor doing his business while conducting business.

The newsroom was a place of boisterous rough housing, crude jokes and tough insults,
none taken too seriously, unless they were taken seriously, in which case there might be a bit of a ruckus,
maybe a swing or two.

And the characters. The copy editor who barked like a dog.
The old city editor who ate reheated fish for lunch.
The former war correspondent, hobbling around on one leg, the other lost to drink not combat.
The newsroom was no place for the meek. The young newspaperman knew that when the managing
editor threw a coffee cup at his head, the proper recourse was to duck.

The older newspapermen had their heroes. Ben Franklin. John Peter Zenger. Horace Greeley.
William Randolph Hearst. Joseph Pulitzer, maybe. William Allen White certainly.

And because he had the heart of a newspaperman, Edward R. Murrow and, later, maybe Walter Cronkite.
For the aspiring newspaperman, heroes were the veterans who welcomed him into the newsroom,
all the while expecting he would stay quiet, pay his dues and eventually prove himself under fire.

The brightest, most ambitious, most talented young newspapermen were grateful for every day
they were able to work next to these great, principled and talented men.

A newspaperman knew the meaning of a deadline. He felt a chill when the presses rumbled at
midnight and would look for a reason to be in the press room,
slipping an early run paper from the conveyor to give the front page a quick
look and maybe also to see his byline in print.

Newspapermen worked hard and played hard.
The bartender at the dive across the street knew how many beers each reporter could consume between editions.
And after the last edition went to press, the bar lights would be turned up just enough to let the newspapermen
read those papers pulled fresh from the press.

The newspaperman was respected in the community. There was a mystique, a glamour that really didn’t exist but
which the newspaperman happily cultivated. In the movies, the editors were Cary Grant. Or Clark Gable. Or Jack Webb.
Or Humphrey Bogart, the greatest of all.

The young newspaperman wanted to be Bogie, standing in the press room, screaming into the phone,

“That’s the sound of the press, baby.”

The young newspaperman aspired to challenge authority, defend the defenseless and right wrongs.
If he was a Don Quixote with a pen, his windmills were politicians, bureaucrats, crooks and thugs.
He thought of his job as a calling and truth was his holy grail.
Nice read Steve.

I don’t picture my Son drinking and smoking cigars but who knows.
When I asked about the good news he said.
Dad I’ve got a space to fill in the newspaper and if you send me an ad I’ll put you in.

How cool is that.

I sent him a few choose one on the Recharging Qi Gong.
Take a look http://rechargingqigong.com/recharging-qi-gong.html
The other one was an ad that I ran in Black Belt magazine.
I’ll let you know what he picked as soon as he sends it to me.

Dr Wu’s Black Belt

I wish you the best in your Health, wealth and happiness.

Dr. Wu Dhi

PS Thanks Damo xoxo Dad

What the Heck is Labor Day?

When you live in Miami you can go for weeks
at a time not even speaking to one American,
Miami is really an international city.
This morning I worked out with a group of
Venezuelan who now live here,
we had breakfast at the French bakery.
There wasn’t an American in the place,
hardly anyone spoke English and the ones
that did had an accent that you could cut
with a knife, it was that thick.

When I was leaving I wished everyone a
great weekend and a Happy “Labor Day”,
That’s when the questions popped up.

What the heck is Labor Day any way?
To tell you the truth I had to look it
up on Google when I got home to see what
it was all about, when came about and what it really means.

“Labor Day, the first Monday in September,
is a creation of the labor movement and is
dedicated to the social and economic
achievements of American workers.
It constitutes a yearly national tribute
tothe contributions workers have made to
the strength, prosperity, and well-being
of our country.
They say it‘s more than 100 years after
the first Labor Day observance,
there is still some doubt as to who
first proposed the holiday anyway.”

Well America, we have a problem as we
all know.
Our the unemployment rate as of this
week is 9.6%. Not to much labor going on
right now.
1 out of every 10 people
you see on the street is out of work.

I have friends, patients and students
who are calling my office daily freaking
out over money, job and their health.

Money seems to covers up a lot of things
that people don’t want to look at,
feel, talk about or deal with.
They have avoided things for the last 10,
20, 30 or 40 years and low and behold they
are being forced to now open their eyes and
take a good look at what’s going on now.

People are stressed out, getting sick and
for the most part don’t have a clue what to do.

There are so many things one can do to make
their lives better, it would blow your mind
if you knew how easy it is to turn things
around.
In the program “Turn Stress Into Power”
I explain in detail what you can do to
turn your STOPS into STEPS.

People in general have put their attention
into things that now seem to have little
importance.
They forgot to pay attention to their health,
mentally, physically, emotionally and spiritually
for years and it’s all coming up now to bite
them in the ass.

You can make changes right now.
Here are some simple things that you can
do to turn things around.
Starting this today they will make a world
of difference in your life and your families.

1.Get off your butt and start doing a regular
exercise, I know your back,knee or head hurts.
That’s no excuse. There is always something you
can do. Yoga, Qi Gong, Walking, Swimming
start a program today, No Matter What.

2.If you are a smoker ,drinker or a drugger
give it up for 6 weeks. Keep a journal
of how your feeling, what you get accomplish,
the quality of your health mentally and
physically and at the end of the 6 weeks
re-evaluate your life.
If its no better you can always go
back to your old habits.

3.Start imaging what you want in your life,
when you want it, how you want it and what
you are willing to do to get it.

The list can go on and on giving you valuable
info and positive suggestions to make your life
better, making you more powerful and encouraging
you to be all you can be.But there is no need.

I’ll stopping here.
Three a powerful number in all traditions
and if you follow these three steps
without a shadow of a doubt you will have
positive changes.

I wish you the Best in your Health, Wealth and Happiness

Dr. Wu Dhi

PS. Have a Happy Labor Day and if you are
ready to make those changes you can order
the program now at www.Turnstressintopower.com

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Dr. Wu Dhi was born Sherwood Swartz but mostly known as ‘Woody’ to friends and family. As a student of various traditions he as received various names and titles over the years as is appropriate in those schools. Among these names was Wu Di, very similar to the pronunciation of Woody, in China the name means ‘has no enemies’. Wu Di was later renamed by a Tibetan Lama to Wu Dhi with an ‘h’. Although this may not seem like that much of a change from Wu Di or even Woody for that matter, it is in fact a high honor to receive such a name directly from a Lama. Dhi in this case is the Sanskrit seed syllable ‘Dhi’ and associated with the great wisdom holder Manjurshri.

Dr. Wu Dhi has been a pioneer in alternative health care for over 30 years and a master of Medical Qi Gong. Dr. Wu Dhi completed his advance studies in neurology under the direction of Professor Sun at the prestigious Heilongjiang, University of Traditional Chinese Medicine in Harbin P.R.China.

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