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Hmmm… what shall I ponder on today?

The Chief

We didn’t know his name.

Most had never given a moment’s thought to who might be the Chief of Police in one of America’s most historically tragic cities; 1963 was a long time ago, after all. But in less than a week, we’ve become familiar with Chief David Brown. Fate and tragedy pulled him from obscurity and forced him on us.

He gained our respect immediately. We could sense his goodness, his integrity. Clearly, a man who prefers a quiet life. We didn’t know the man though. We’re getting to know him, daily. And as we do, our respect grows.

Every life has a story, and this one is something else.

 
The Washington Post /July 8 

Few people understand loss better than David Brown, the Dallas police chief who stood before television cameras Friday morning and said, “We are heartbroken.”

Even before five police officers were killed Thursday at the site of a Black Lives Matter protest where seven other people were wounded, Brown had become all-too familiar with grief, pummeled by it again and again in his career and personal life.

Before this week, violence had already taken from him a former partner, a brother, a son.

“There are some people who would just shut down, and they would have others conducting the interviews,” said Keith Humphrey, the police chief of Norman, Okla. “But that is not David. He realized the community wants to hear from him. The nation wants to hear from him.”

It wasn’t the first time Humphrey, who was once the police chief in Lancaster, a suburb of Dallas, had seen Brown step up under painful circumstances. In June 2010, Brown was only seven weeks into his new position as chief when the son who bore his name killed a Lancaster police officer and another man before being fatally shot more than a dozen times.

It was Father’s Day, Humphrey recalled.

But even as Brown mourned his 27-year-old son, a young man who struggled with mental illness, Brown asked Humphrey for help. He asked if he could reach out to his son’s victims and arrange a meeting. On the two consecutive evenings Brown walked into their homes, Humphrey recalled, he did so not as a police chief but as a father who was hurting, too.

“He approached those families as David Brown, the father of a young man that caused so much hurt in both of these families lives,” he said. After Humphrey made the introductions and hugs were exchanged, Humphrey walked outside to give the families and Brown privacy. “As I was walking out the door, I heard David say, ‘First of all, I’m sorry,’ and ‘My son was not raised this way.’ ”

When Brown was named police chief in 2010 after climbing the ranks of the Dallas police department, he entered the position with a reputation of being an intense and introspective leader, according to those who knew him. A Dallas Morning News profile at the time quoted him as telling a friend, “You know I’m a loner, man.”

But for a private man, his personal pain has been excruciatingly public — and those who know him say it places him in a unique position to lead an anguished Dallas police force.

WP 7/8/16

*he* didn’t know anything…

 

People get tired of hearing me say “Rodan+Fields has changed my life and my skin”. I know they tire of me talking about my business. But when something good turns your world upside down, in a loving and tremendous way….you can’t help talking about it. Right?

By a long-shot, I’m not the only person seeing life improve through RF…and I like hearing about what Rodan+Fields has done for my friends as much as I like thinking about what it’s done for me. Some of their lives have been changed in more incredible ways than even I can comprehend. Earlier in the month, a friend and Rodan+Fields business partner shared a very personal look at the transformation of her life. She and I come from similar, broken places…we’ve both had our self-esteem ripped and tattered by words attached to the ends of fiery arrows. And worse. Those days are gone now. Oh it’s true, the “word memories” do surface every now and then. But thankfully, they are quickly vaporized when I think of the sweetness of today and the promise of tomorrow. 

Please read my friend’s words… I believe you will feel her gratitude in them. And know that what we do, you can do, too. Your life can change, you are not destined to live financially strapped in a pit of despair. If you’re interested in learning more, you’ll find my contact information at the bottom of this article.

Thank you for reading…

Best Wishes, Danita

 

Her Words….

“This is Reflective and emotional. So… just skip on by if that’s not your thing.

I had a surreal moment today. Today I dropped my daughter off at her piano lessons and sat in my parking spot for a bit while I talked on the phone. I glanced up and caught my reflection in window of the storefront. Overwhelmed. That’s me sitting in that shiny white Lexus that Rodan+Fields pays for. (*he said I would never have anything.)

I walked into the bank to fill out some paper work and the young man asked me.. “what do you make per month before taxes”, it was necessary for their paperwork. I stumbled over my own words as I said it out loud.. “um.. this month..$XX,XXX and it goes up ever month usually.” He stopped and looked at me and said.. “what do you do?” And then.. I shared. Just a little part time work changing skin and lives and you can see my business online. I gave him the full story. We are talking later about that. (*he said I would never amount to anything or have anything.)

I received a call from one of my business partners today thanking me through tears for sharing this business with her and how it has changed life for their family and how she has been paying their mortgage with her RF income and how it has relieved a burden. I cried. (*he said I was good for nothing)

I received another call someone working diligently in their business to retire themselves and they are making confident strides in that direction. She is bravely moving forward. Oh my heart is thrilled for them.

I walked in our lovely home filled with sunshine and full of life. I am thankful.

EXACTLY one month ago I was on a plane returning from San Francisco after being treated and treating my team to an amazing trip. I stood on stage and shared a little piece of my journey before 350 people. (*he said I’d never go anywhere.) This is real life. I can’t believe this is my real life. It’s not what I was told it would be. It’s not even what I thought it would be, but it is REAL life. The one terrible picture is of me trying to keep from the snotty ugly cry on the airplane coming back from San Francisco. I was listening to the two songs in the picture and I could barely hold it together. You only see glimpses of this journey but it I wish you could KNOW. I wish you could KNOW how this can change life for yourself, your family and others. I wish you could know the support and encouragement. I wish you could know the satisfaction of watching someone succeed beyond their wildest dreams and having the tiniest part in it. I wish you could know what it’s like to hear the dreams of others and pray with every fiber for their success. This business causes you to face yourself and I get it, that’s not easy for everyone, including me. But this is REAL life and I’m experiencing all of that.

I invite people on this same journey because I’m living it’s effects. I want this for others. I’m overwhelmed. God is good.

That (*he) who painted such a dismal picture for me. Well, I had long since forgiven him but sometimes the word memories float to the surface. I know those words are from the liar (John 8:44). I know TRUTH. I know who God says I am and I know that HE provided this opportunity for me to walk in and work in and I will do so in a way that honors Him. It doesn’t look conventional for a missions family…but my mission in living in HIS plan and walking in the path that HE has laid out. This is my Ephesians 3:20 path. I may cry tears of thanks. I may laugh that God has used a little poor country girl to do some incredible things and go some incredible places…but I KNOW His plans are good. I trust HIM.

I’ll be over here in a “teary thankful, overjoyed, overwhelmed, feeling FREE, Loving life, laughing at the wildness of the blessing”…mess!”

 

DanitaAble@yahoo.com     Text: 770-881-1007

RCA

Setting The Record Straight

Because the doubt has come up again, I’m blogging a facebook post I wrote earlier this year. DLG MothersDay

July 9, 2015

Setting the record straight….I haven’t had plastic surgery.

In the past two days, a few unconnected people have alerted me to individuals on their Facebook pages claiming this before and after photo I posted was either:
1. photoshopped
2. The result of “plastic” surgery

Neither are correct. How much does cosmetic surgery cost? $5,000? $10,000? $20,000? I don’t have money like that floating around, but if I did, I would spend it on my daughter’s wedding, car repairs, kitchen cabinets. A vacation would be nice .

Cosmetic surgery didn’t even make it to my Bucket List.

The Rodan+Fields products I use and sell, work. If you use as directed, they work very well.

*Details of the products I used are in this article:
https://redclayponderings.com/2015/04/14/scarface-undone/

#WorkFromHome

You’ve heard it before: “With Wi-Fi and a phone, you can successfully work from home”.  

It’s true. With Rodan+Fields, you can operate a successful business from your kitchen table. 

Will you have to buy a load of inventory for your Rodan+Fields Business?

No. 

Will you become RF wealthy just by becoming a consultant? 

No. 

Will customers and new consultants flock to you as soon as you announce your Consultantship on Facebook?

No. 

Your success will require some effort on your part. Nothing that you can’t do, I promise. If I can do it, anyone can. 

Is it easy?

 Yes. As long as you are willing to talk to your family and friends and sometimes strangers…and post on Social Media about RF, it’s easy. But before you talk with your friends and post on Facebook, you and I will need to spend a little time on your training. If you’re willing to listen and watch, in person or online, on your phone from the comfort of your home or at your local coffee shop…if you allow me the time…30 minutes a day or an hour per week…you decide how much time you want to invest…If you are willing to be trained, you can earn a substantial income with Rodan+Fields. 

  
We are growing and expanding. 

Our business model is non-complicated and our products work. If our 100% Money Back guarantee isn’t proof of RF results, my skin is:

 Last week it was announced that Unblemish, our line for septic acne,  is the #1 Premium Brand acne treatment in the U.S.  

Numbers don’t lie: https://www.rodanandfields.com/images/Archives/RF_Future_Growth.pdf

We are in the United States and Canada. Australia is next. With more countries being added in the future. You can build a business in Canada and a team in Australia, from your home in Waleska, Georgia…and never take off your bedroom slippers. 

 The world is our stage, Rodan+Fields stands center, in the spotlight. Won’t you join me there? 

http://www.danitaclark.myrandf.biz

DanitaClarkAble@gmail.com

#workfromhome #unitedstates #canada #australia 

I Wanna See You Be Brave

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This morning, my childhood friend Becky posted a Sara Bareilles song on Facebook: Brave. And it triggered a memory of Becky’s mother.

Many years ago, after becoming engaged, I visited the mom of my friends Mike, Bobby and Becky Bruce-West. By that time, I had known Mrs. Bruce many years; since I was ten or eleven years old. She was like a second mom to me, and she really was a second mom to my cousin, Pam Bruce, who had become her daughter-in-law. As much as I loved Mrs. Bruce, I had only been in sporadic contact with her over the last several years. College took me out of town, then working and living in the Atlanta area kept me away. Pam and Mike were married and living in other parts of the world, Becky was married and living in Florida. The reasons for me to visit the Bruce home had grown up and moved on.

But once I was betrothed, I had a strong need to see her. I called and asked if I could come visit for an afternoon. She laughed. “Of course you can come see me! Anytime!”.

We caught up and laughed about old times. Then, in her sweet, aging voice, she asked: “Well Danita Clark, what will your new name be?”

“Able”, I said.

“Able”, she paused, and her blue eyes lit up like sparklers. “I can’t think of a more perfect name for you. Ever since I’ve known you, you’ve been one of the most able people I’ve ever known. Brave, too.”

Hearing her words, I was overjoyed, because Mrs. Bruce wasn’t one to spout empty accolades. I also felt like an impostor. She had no way of knowing, but already, the little girl Mrs. B had known as able and brave, had become a young woman stripped of bravery.

When did that happen? Where did I leave the bravery? I’m not sure, but I think I know. I believe I left little pieces of bravery and able-ness on the ground around me, under my feet. Anytime I felt inadequate, I gave away bravery. No one took it from me. I handed it over, let it slip from my hands and hit the red clay, where it sank deep and became buried.

Unwittingly, as my friend Teresa Pressley Hayes recently mentioned, I had set myself up to marry a man who didn’t value me. After I married him, I became less able, less brave. For twenty-four years, I had no bravery.
All that changed six years ago, come this July.

Glory to God, I survived.
And with a lot of help from Him, many good friends, some vagabond travels, family, and a new Rodan+Fields business, I have been ‘able’ to recover my bravery.

The insecurity, uncertainty and no-bravery, is now nothing more than an oily, greasy mark in the middle of the road. It sort of looks like an old, empty can of Crisco.

Let Me Know If You Need Anything

  
We say it to our friends, family and mere acquaintances when they’re going through the valley times of life. With Facebook, I read those words everyday. Just this morning, two different people I know posted of deaths in their immediate family. Their Timelines were filled, one after the other, with friends offering condolences followed by: “Let me know if you need anything”. 

I resisted the urge to reply to each consoling comment….They need something. But they’re not going to ask for your help.  
Recently, my cousin’s mom died, unexpectedly. A few weeks later, her husband lost his battle with cancer…(but he went out fighting like a champion). In the middle of these tragic life events, Denise was also planning and preparing for some of life’s most celebrated moments: Her daughter’s wedding and her son’s graduation from high school; his registration for freshman year of college. 

She needed things. She needed something. I know she did. But she never asked. 

I’m guilty of saying to her, “Let me know if you need anything.” She said she would, but she didn’t. And I understand. I wouldn’t have asked or told either. It’s difficult for me to ask for help. I think it must be for most of us. It isn’t a matter of not being able to admit we need help; no, we simply don’t want to inconvenience others. 

Not long ago, someone I know became a widower. He and his wife attended a large church, they had been members of the church for several years. When she died I went to the funeral home, expecting a large crowd from their church. But the church crowd was missing. One couple from their church had visited, they brought a cake or a pie. Except for the pastor, no one from their church attended the funeral. A few weeks later, the widower, elderly and now living alone, announced in church he would have surgery the upcoming week. No one brought him meals. Yet many, during his wife’s death and before his surgery, had said, “Let me know if you need anything”. 

We feel better when we speak words of comfort to the hurting; we beseech the grieving to call us in their time of need. Who are we? A loved one is in the middle of a raging storm and we ask them to call us? 

May I suggest we change our approach? People appreciate our sympathetic comments and good intentions. But really, what good are intentions if not followed by actions? If someone you know is going through a difficult time, just know they need your help, and do something to ease their stress. 

Accidents, illness, tragedy and death don’t come calling when we have everything in order, shiny and spiffed up. They come in the middle of the night, when your laundry basket is full and your grass needs mowing; death knocks when your cupboards and fridge are empty, and your floors need to be swept, when clothes need to picked up from the cleaners; when children need to be fed. 

Moving forward, when life happens to my friends and family, I’m doing what I’ve watched my friends Rich and Angie Alexandersen and TC Chassay Zimmerman and an anonymous family member do numerous times. Show up. I have never heard them say, “Let me know if you need anything”.  Instead, they understand that you will need something, and then they show up. Whether anyone asked or not. 

**I’m very fortunate, I have several family and friends that Show Up in my life. I’ve learned so much about friendship, family, love and the real Church from them. **

Let’s all Show Up today. 

Danita

A Blemished Life Redefined

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I first heard about Rodan + Fields as I was going through a divorce.

It was in 2010 when my friend Teresa Hayes began making a few posts on Facebook regarding her new business. Teresa and I were childhood friends but had not seen each other since graduating from high school more than 30 years prior. We had recently reconnected on Facebook and I had taken notice of her posts. I was intrigued about Rodan+Fields, mainly because if I knew anything about Teresa, it was that she would not align herself with a company/business that wasn’t top notch, first class. Still, what she told me seemed too good to be true. Too much unlike any other direct sales company I had ever heard of:

  • No Parties
  • No Inventory to purchase.
  • No Mandatory meetings.
  • No Deliveries
  • Money Back Guarantee on all Products

We talked about the business opportunity and she said she believed it was just what I needed to get me on my feet and back into the land of the living. She saw my possibilities, but I didn’t. I had been in a 24 year marriage; a physically, emotionally and financially abusive relationship. To put it mildly, my self-esteem was lower than the sludge in the bottom of a barrel of worms. It was bad. Add to that the burden of realizing I was about to be technically homeless; I didn’t know how I was going to eat or where I was going to sleep, I couldn’t fathom taking on a new business. I didn’t believe I could learn anything new…At my age?  

Teresa invited me to a Rodan + Fields event she was attending. I told her I couldn’t go. The thought of being in a room of glamorous women and well-put-together men was more than I could handle. It was an overwhelming and frightening prospect.

So for a year or so, I lived the life of a vagabond; I slept on the sofas of friends and my ex-sister-in-law, spent a month with my son in Chicago, stayed in a friend’s home on the Gulf Coast for a few months while I finished writing a book, moved back to Georgia where I had a semi-permanent residence in a friend’s basement. And all the while, I was watching Teresa. I saw her skin improve, I heard the difference in her voice and in her posts. I could tell success with RF had become a reality for her. Still, I stayed in the shadows, afraid to take the first step.

Money concerns were my ever present companion. From time to time, RF would enter my mind and I would touch base with Teresa. But I was broken financially, and didn’t think I could afford even the $45 Business Kit. Spending $45 was the difference in putting fuel in my vehicle or staying home for a month. Fast forward to October 2013: I was driving up Interstate 75 and I felt…felt deep in my spirit… God say to me, “I’ve given you a way up, out of the pit, but you keep looking down”. I knew He was referring to Rodan + Fields. From that moment on, there was no more thinking about it… that evening I contacted Teresa and told her I would become a consultant January 2014…. first I had to save up $45 for a kit.

I wish I could describe to you the elation I felt upon making that verbal commitment. I knew I was walking into a life changing arena.

I became a consultant January 2014 and it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. It’s difficult to fathom that for years I let $45 and a cobbled up mindset keep me from bettering my life. I believed that I was unequipped to take on anything new: I can’t do that.not just as a 24 year era of my life is ending. But as we know, hindsight is 20/20. In retrospect, it’s easy to see, the ending of one life phase is the perfect time to begin something new. 

If someone has mentioned Rodan+Fields to you, give them a chance to tell you more. Whether you need more income, a new group of supportive people in your life, extra vacation money or a retirement plan. RF won’t take up much of your time, but it sure does free up time for more life affirming opportunities.

If no one else has approached you about Rodan+Fields, and if this sounds the least bit encouraging or interesting to you, please contact me. I won’t waste your time, I promise.

Sometimes we don’t know we need something until we have it.

Sincerely,

Danita Clark Able, Rodan+Fields Executive Consultant

Cell: 770-881-1007

http://www.DanitaClark.MyRandF.biz

ScarFace Undone

This past October 2014, I had surgery on my face. The surgery was to remove skin cancer from beneath the surface of my face.

September, the month of impending change, is when I learned I had cancer. Before surgery, I had a couple of weeks to think about the alien living below my eyes, beneath my skin. I hated the idea of something foreign living there. Knowing it was caused by too many unprotected days in the sun, I vowed to never again go outside without wearing a good quality sunscreen. I’ve honored the vow.

Below is a photo of the day I learned that yellow fireball in the sky had not been my friend.

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This is what the spot looked like… a pimple that wouldn’t go away. I didn’t think it was anything to be concerned about. Until it lingered and wouldn’t clear up.

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I had both dreaded and looked forward to surgery. I was not excited about having my faced opened up, but I was anxious to get the show on the road. October, one of my favorite months, ushered in Surgery Day; my good friend Angie Alexandersen drove me to Marietta for the procedure. I went into surgery believing all cancer would be removed and knowing I would have a scar afterwards, I just didn’t know how wide, long or deep the scar would be. But my attitude was: Ok…you’ve had fifty plus years of a relatively unmarred face. So you may have a scar. Deal with it. You’ve fought tougher battles than a blemished face.”

But I also knew I would help the scar heal physically with the products I “peddle” (that’s how one of my son’s friends described my business skill-set).🙂

I am a consultant with Rodan+Fields, the skincare company created by Drs. Katie Rodan and Kathy Fields. During the past year, I had seen my client’s wrinkles decrease, age spots disappear, rosacea, eczema and acne cleared up… leaving behind a flawless complexion. And while RF doesn’t make claims of healing scars, I knew I would give our products a chance before using the expensive creams my doctor suggested.

The doctors and nurses had instructed me to wait a few days before removing the surgical bandages. In the meantime, I tried to set my mind for whatever lay beneath the white netting covering one side of my face. Expect nothing, just pull the bandages back and accept what’s there.

Alone and holding my breath, I carefully removed the gauze and tape. One look and my stomach knotted up slightly and I sort of wanted to cry; but then I talked myself back: It could be worse. It wasn’t in the bone. Others have dealt with so much more. Think of what Denise is going through. If this is the worst of it for you, consider yourself fortunate.

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I developed my Rodan+Fields Game Plan. And when the stitches were removed a week or so later, I began applying RF Night Renewing Serum and RF Overnight Restorative Cream directly to the raw, invaded area.
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RF Overnight Cream

A couple of weeks after sutures were removed, the scar area began to harden and raise up in a long rigid line down my cheek and alongside my nose. It reminded me of the Rocky Mountains, except it was an angry red mountain range rather than one of snow-capped beauty. My physician told me it was from the internal stitches healing and pulling the tissue and muscle from different directions. “The roots of the cancer were spread in different angles, you were stitched accordingly. We can talk about procedures to correct it after you’re completely healed”.

Searching the internet for restorative possibilities, I came across a surgeon using a ‘needlling’ process to break down scar tissue. Watching the video, I had an “aha moment”: “Hmmmm, RF has the AMP MD Roller. I wonder if that would work as well as what the doctor would use? The roller has surgical grade needles on it. I’ll give it a try”.
Six weeks after surgery, when most of the tenderness was gone, I began “needling” the scar with the AMP MD Roller. Immediately after “rolling”, I applied the serum and the PM Cream. I did this every night before going to bed; in the mornings, I reapplied the Overnight Cream. I still “roll, needle” the area every evening. Since then, I’ve added the full Redefine Regimen to my bedtime routine.
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I began to see a rapid improvement in the look of the scar once I added the RF AMP MD Roller to my scar-healing game plan. I’m still elated with the results I’ve received with Rodan+Fields products. Many times I had been impressed with the improvement in my my friend’s skin after using RF, but I was shocked with my outcome. And then one day the thought floated through my head…“Why are you shocked? Didn’t you believe you were worthy of the best? You tell your clients they deserve improved skin. So do you.”

I’ll never stop using Rodan+Fields products. Each and every thing I sell has a 100%, empty bottle, 60 day, money back guarantee. If I can help you, message me or one of your Rodan+Fields friends….we’ll talk about your own game plan. Whether it’s for wrinkles, age or hormone spots, acne, skin irritations…we have something to help you. You have nothing to lose.

Your skin will be with you until the end…treat it well.

I no longer wear foundation cosmetics, so each photo posted here is naked skin, no editing.

Photo in the bottom right corner of the collage was taken in January 2015.

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March 2015

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April 11, 2015

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Changing Skin, Changing Lives

Video: Scarface Undone

Danita Clark Able
Rodan+Fields Executive Consultant

Who Remembers?

  

When I was growing up in Canton, Georgia, one of the most exiting days of the year was Opening Day. Not the  Braves Opening Day at Atlanta Fulton County Stadium…better..,opening day of the DQ. The line of teens in Cherokee Warrior T-shirts, parents holding toddlers, old couples holding hands, businessmen in ties, doctors and lawyers in suits, was so long, it would wrap around the side of the building and snake up into the Rutledge’s shaded yard.  Standing in that line, no one grumbled and complained. We caught up with our friends and neighbors…we learned who had broken up with whom “and right before prom! My goodness what a jerk!” 

Our town was small, our county not congested (we had one high school in all of Cherokee County). It didn’t take much to make us happy. We didn’t have a McDonald’s or a Waffle House, we had a Burger Chief and a Happy Kitchen (and they served us well). But the DQ, owned by the Rutledge family, was a summer treat. They only served dairy products and Slushies…. No burgers, hotdogs or Cokes. And it was only open from late spring to early fall. 

The Dairy Queen is still there, in the same location, but it is no longer owned by the Rutledge family  and it’s no longer the only DQ in town. And for reasons I don’t understand, the ice cream and shakes from the old DQ on Highway 5, taste better than they do at new one. The treats served up at the original taste like summer. And home. 



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