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Monday, June 28, 2021

So often in our working lives the wrong people get promoted. In this article, this hotel manager of the year said that the best managers he ever had were managers with a past. I would have to agree with this statement.

 BUSINESS

Twin Cities hotel 'manager of the year' transcends his troubled past

Neal St. Anthony  

Three years ago, Michael Porter nearly died of a bleeding ulcer resulting from his alcohol addiction. Although working since 2016, he had been mostly homeless after doing jail timefor peddling marijuana.

Next month, Porter will be honored as one of the hotel industry's top general managers. His comeback is rooted in his drive, talent and the support of those who inspired him.

The Mississippi native moved to Minneapolis in 2016 for a fresh start after five years in prison. He found work. But he lacked enough purpose to get sober. That changed when he was rushed to Region's hospital in 2018 after a bout of drinking.

A doctor told Porter, now 40, that he was killing himself. A St. Paul woman who had befriended him told him she loved him — but he had to change.

As he slept in the hospital after his 2018 collapse, Porter dreamed of his one-time mentor, Chokwe Lumumba, the late civil rights lawyer and Jackson, Miss., mayor, whose son had been a friend of Porter's in high school.

When Porter started getting in trouble after dropping out of community college 20 years ago, Lumumba had cautioned him "to hold yourself accountable." Lumumba told Porter he was drinking too much and to start helping himself and others.

When Porter awakened in the hospital, "the light switched on," he said.

Porter quit drinking. And he has tried to honor every day since with determination, hard work and gratitude. Porter has had an economic and spiritual recovery.

In 2016, he had a $10-an-hour job collecting donations at Goodwill Industries. He moved on to a job in retail at Auto Zone for $12 an hour, and also worked an overnight shift for $13 an hour at a Cub store.

He performed well, but he was still drinking. He lived intermittently at the Salvation Army's downtown shelter or slept a few hours between shifts on the Minneapolis-St. Paul light rail train.

Then Porter met Tenaya Crenshaw-Porter. The courtship was slow and tentative. When she discovered he was homeless, Crenshaw-Porter, with the approval of her three sons who lived with her, let him stay in her basement.

"He didn't tell me he was a drinker," she recalled. "I had alcohol in my family. I didn't want that. I liked him. And I had talked to his mom and grandma in Mississippi."

That day in 2018, Crenshaw-Porter arrived home from work and found Porter collapsed on the bathroom floor. She took him to the hospital. Porter, who had hidden his addiction, confessed to her and the Region's doctor. They were married in August 2018.

After the scare, Porter took an hourly job at a St. Paul eastside Speedway. He was promoted to a $35,000 a year job as a store manager. He liked work, he said, earning the praise of supervisors and customers. Porter spearheaded the turnaround of an underperforming store into a solid operation, he said.

Two years ago, Autron McIntosh, an area manager for Motel 6 who had noticed the Speedway turnaround, introduced himself. He offered a stunned Porter a big raise to manage the underperforming Motel 6 a couple of blocks away.

Next month, Porter and his wife plan to be in Los Angeles on an expense-paid trip to accept an award from the American Hotel and Lodging Association for small property general manager of the year. He cleaned up the 200-room Motel 6 on Old Hudson Road, which now regularly surpasses a 90% occupancy rate. The occasional parking lot drug dealing and prostitution are gone.

Porter is a hit with neighbors and cops for his success and his community work.

"We had to get this right," Porter said of the Motel 6 turnaround. "It starts with treating everyone with respect and proper training. During COVID-19, we had the right protocols in place. We gave employees raises. And if they needed toilet paper or soap at home, they got it. They saw me mopping floors and picking up trash. We built trust."

Porter held a party for the staff after learning that he'd won the national award.

"It felt good," Porter said. "We won the award. I'm nothing without the other employees."

Porter recently took his first days off since the pandemic hit in 2020 to have foot surgery.

"Managers 'with a past' tend to be my best managers," McIntosh said last week. "They are willing to get in the trenches with their people. He took that property to a new level. And Michael is a good guy in the community."

A marriage, career, recognition and self-respect is a long way from the five years Porter spent in the Mississippi State Penitentiary at Parchman.

Porter, a star basketball player in high school, went to community college in St. Louis, Mo. He dropped out before graduation. Unable to find work after returning to Jackson, Porter sold marijuana on the street. He was arrested and sentenced to jail in 2010.

He chose a hard-labor sentence, including roofing and working adjacent farm fields, to reduce his sentence. That backfired when he returned to prison for violating parole by hanging with former convicts and testing positive for alcohol and marijuana.

He read voraciously at night, including the Bible. He dreamed of a better life.

Chokwe Lumumba would be proud of him.

Thursday, June 24, 2021

Grieving and out of shape this man took up ball room dancing which literally saved his life.

 

Grieving and out of shape, I took up ballroom dancing. It saved my life.

A spin around the dance floor ignited new passions. 

When I discovered ballroom dancing, it literally may have saved my life. I arrived on the dance floor in 2015 at the ripening age of 59. I was fat and had only quit drinking a month earlier. I had spent several years caring for my wife, who died of a rare and bizarre brain disorder, and the stress had left me in bad shape. The two of us had always talked about taking dance lessons but we never got around to it. Seven months after her death, I went to hear some music with a woman from my caregivers' support group. She asked me to dance, and I had to confront the fact that I didn't know how. I decided it was time to learn.

I wandered into Cinema Ballroom in St. Paul intending to learn a few social dances, but that first lesson left my head spinning. When the instructor explained the cost of various packages, it didn't register. All I could say was, "Where do I sign?"

Within a few months, I was taking weekly private lessons and as many group classes as I could swing. I danced two or more hours a day, six to seven days a week. I shed more than 30 pounds. I eventually faced the terror of asking strangers to dance at the ballroom's dance parties. And when my instructor asked me to perform with her in a recital known as a "showcase," I quit my lifelong martial arts studies. I figured it was the only way I could learn the six dances she had in mind. One year later, I entered the Twin Cities Open, the first of my many DanceSport competitions.

My interest in dance actually goes back to grade school and learning about oil painting and artist Edgar Degas. I was fascinated with his romanticized ballerinas, images of human beauty and grace. I read about Vaslav Nijinsky, whose eponymous leaps seemed to break the bonds of gravity. But my first personal experience with dance, in junior high gym class, left me feeling inadequate.

And I am. But it turns out, so is everyone else. A dancer's grace is achieved through hard work and sacrifice. And yet, it produces a high that few other activities match.

There are many styles of dance: ballet, ballroom, tap, tango, slow swing, salsa, cumbia, hip-hop — you get the idea. So what is it about ballroom dancing that keeps me and so many others coming back? First of all, it's doable. I've seen people in their 90s, including one with a cane, dancing socially, and some even compete.

Then there's the social aspect. Ballrooms draw people from all walks of life. Among my friends in the ballroom world are mathematicians, medical doctors, university professors, schoolteachers, students, farmers, engineers and the owner of a steel company. These people have enriched my life beyond measure. When a dancer was injured in a car accident, the Cinema Ballroom community — and that's what it is — rallied to his bedside and provided support until he was released from the hospital.

Formal ballroom dancing involves memorizing choreography, which is good for the brain, and performing to a standard that displays poise, balance, fluidity, timing and, when appropriate, power. All of that must be synchronized with a partner. And whether dancing socially or competitively, it must be done among a sea of other dancers.

Competing can focus the training, and dancing with a professional partner lets you glimpse your best self. Even so, competitions are not for everyone. For one thing, they can be shockingly expensive. While it's fun to go all in for those who can afford it, if you're interested in competing there are ways to cut expenses, and the pros will help you do so.

I mentioned that dancing may have saved my life. After decades of martial arts training, my joints were wearing out. I had a rotator cuff tear (which I just got repaired), no ACL or medial meniscus in my right knee, and arthritis in both wrists. Not long after I started dancing, I suffered a series of kidney stones, bouts of vertigo that nearly sent me through a wall, and a transient ischemic attack, sometimes called a mini stroke. Through it all, I kept dancing. I decided if death was coming, I would rather go out on the dance floor.

Dancing has provided me a new life — and a second career. I began photographing dancers, rekindling a lifelong interest, and started a company that specializes in portraits and dance and athletic photography. With the easing of pandemic restrictions, I'm practicing my dance routines nearly every day, preparing for my next competition.

I regret deeply that I never got around to dance lessons with my wife. After she died, I vowed that when someone asks me to do something new, if I didn't have a good reason to say no, I would say yes. Now I'm asking you: Would you like to dance?

Dan Browning is a retired journalist with a photography business. Reach him at dan@danzantephotography.com

Sunday, June 13, 2021

Where is God when it hurts? Some thoughts after reading several books and talking to individuals.



1Peter 1:6-7 "In this, you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have to suffer grief at all kinds of trials.



This week I learned once again that suffering is a reality of life in my travels from Peoria, Illinois to Crookston, Minnesota. In our first leg of the trip, we helped several families grieve the loss of their 94-year-old mother, grandmother- a woman who is no stranger to suffering after watching two of her sons take their lives several decades apart.   

This 94-year-old woman understood that none of us are guaranteed a pain-free life, something we discovered when we discovered this lady could handle our pain after the loss of our daughter, Maria.

In our travels to Warren, Minnesota, we stayed in the Crookston Inn. The first evening as I walked our dog outside I met this disheveled man of which my first impression was someone who has been chronically unemployed and living on subsistence. 

 Through my line of questions, I normally ask in order to get to know someone I discovered that he lived a number of years in Houston, Texas and that his wife had filed for divorce.  

The next night I had another conversation of which I discovered that he had spent his career working as a Fire and Rescue EMT, but the trauma of seeing bodies floating in the water in the aftermath of Hurricane Ike and Katrina and being unable to help them made it impossible to continue performing that work.  He was diagnosed with PTSD. I shared with him a little about the  Grief share program and my personal relationship with Jesus Christ.  I mentioned to him about the Minnesota Teen Challenge church service at the Marshal County fairgrounds that Sunday morning. I mentioned that he would truly be blessed going to that service.

Suffering is a fact of life; yet, when the physical loss of a loved one occurs, most people are apt to venture down the chasm of anger, despair, and questioning the existence of God. 

Suffering is least understood by the eastern religions who believe that suffering in this life is carried on to the next life in reincarnation and the next life after that until the person gets it right. 

There is essentially no ending point to their suffering. 

In fact, Christianity is the only time tested, resurrection evidenced faith that assures us that God's sacrifice of his Son, Jesus Christ, finished the race and assured us of our salvation. 

It is the one faith where God truly understands what it means to suffer because he, himself, suffered the loss of his son.

At the Minnesota Teen Challenge service, we heard numerous testimonies of men who were able to overcome their drug and alcohol addictions through their personal faith in Jesus Christ. 

The head person mentioned that Minnesota Teen Challenge is the most successful chemical dependency program in the nation with the highest rate of sobriety among those who complete the program. I concur with that statistic for the simple reason that the program leads people to Christ, unlike the more secularized treatment programs that leave God out of the equation.

 When bad things happen to us we're at a crossroads in life.   We must decide which of two paths to take in life: the path of bitterness and hate with drugs and alcohol because we think it is the only way to numb our pain, or the path of forgiveness and drawing closer to God as you hurt.

For those who pursue anger and outright hatred of God, you conclude if God is so good then why did he allow bad things to happen to me?  One person I knew was so angry with God that he stopped going to church and started frequenting bars to console himself with alcohol.  His life didn't end well because of the anger that ate away at his heart. 

Philip Yancey, has this to say in his book entitled 'Where is God when it hurts?': "suffering involves two main issues: (1) cause--why am I suffering? Who did it?---and (2) response.   By instinct, most of us want to figure out the cause of our pain before we decide how to respond.  But in the book of Job,  God does not allow Job that option- He deflects attention from the issue of cause to the issue of Job's response.

 Christianity is the only one that allows for the reality of suffering. Here are 3 scriptures that highlight this point.

James 1:2-4   "Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything."

1Peter 4: 12-13 " Dear friends, do not be surprised at the painful trial you are suffering, as though something strange was happening to you. But rejoice that you participate in the sufferings of Christ, so that you may be overjoyed when his glory is revealed."

1Peter 1:6-7  "In this, you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have to suffer grief at all kinds of trials.

Dr. Paul Brand, in his work with people with leprosy, teaches us the value of having pain after observing the loss of limbs, feet because they cannot feel the pain of fire.

 Dr. Paul Brand and Philip Yancey were discussing individual Christians who had undergone great suffering. After he had relayed several personal stories, Philipp asked whether the pain had turned those people toward God or away from God. 

Dr. Brand thought for a moment before concluding there was no common response- some grew closer to God, some drifted bitterly away. The main difference seemed to lie in their focus of attention. Those obsessed with the questions about the cause ("what did I do to deserve this? What is God trying to tell me? Am I being punished?) often turned against God. 

 In contrast, the triumphant sufferers who took individual responsibility for their own responses often trusted God in their own discomfort.

The evidence of the risen Christ and the reality that He appears to people in their dream is what draws many who have never known Him to Christ.  

 Jesus isn't some strange being you can't touch or talk to, but he is alive inside those who believe and trust Him as Savior who will help you navigate through whatever painful journey you may be on.  

In 'The Insanity of God, a true story of faith resurrected' by Nik Ripken, it begins with the murder of a son when they were missionaries in Somalia and it concludes with his travels around the world visiting persecuted Christians and seeing how their faith continues to be alive after major suffering.

 It was his travel to China's underground church that revitalized his faith. This is the dialog he shared. 

He asked whether, when, and how the oppressed could truly threaten a totalitarian oppressor. 

They offered this scenario in response:   The security police regularly harass a believer where a house church meets. The police say, "You have got to stop these meetings! If you do not stop these meetings, we will confiscate your house, and we will throw you out into the street. Then the property owner will probably respond, " Do you want my house? Do you want my farm? Well, if you do, then you need t talk to Jesus because I gave this property to Him." 

The security officer will not know what to make of that answer. So they will say, "We don't have any way to get to Jesus, but we can certainly get to you!" When we take your property you and your family will have nowhere to live!"  And the house church  believers will declare, "Then we will be free to trust God for shelter as well as for our daily bread." 

 "If you keep this up, we will beat you!" the persecutors will tell them. "Then we will be free to trust Jesus for healing," the believers will respond. 

" And then we will put you in prison!" the police will threaten.  By now, the believer's response is almost predictable: 

" Then we will be free to preach the good news of Jesus to the captives, to set them free. We will be free to plant churches in prison." 

" If you try to do that we will kill you!" the frustrated authorities will vow. And with utter consistency, the house church believers will reply, "Then we will be free to go to heaven and be with Jesus forever!"  It was after his travel to China that Nick Ripken became convinced that the resurrection power of Christ was still real to believers today. 

Nick sensed it in their spirits and he had seen overwhelming evidence of it in the lives and ministries of so many people still enduring persecution all over the country. 

So, there is purpose in our pain. Our pain draws us closer to His son, Jesus Christ. Our pain allows us to see the reality of heaven so that we will see that our loved ones are not lost, but we will see them again once our life's purpose concludes on earth.