Thursday, November 28, 2013

What is a "Good" Candidate?

     In 1974, as a senior at St. Cloud High School, I was picked for many awards, recognitions and positions. I really didn't "run" for anything. I liked people and treated them, as much as I knew how as a teenager, as I wanted to be treated. I was Miss St. Cloud High School, Most Likely to Succeed, Most Dependable, Girls State Representative, Senior Class President, all of which helped shape me into who I am today, and I am thankful my school mates thought highly of me. However, I wasn't always the "best" candidate for the position. When I think of the job I did as Senior Class President, I know now that Glen Reed would have been a far better choice. He had visions beyond St. Cloud and wanted us to go to Washington D.C. for our Senior Class trip. How cool would that have been? I opted for the easy way out, the traditional way out, St. Augustine here we come...again. Ahhh, the inexperience of youth. Glen was by far the "best" candidate because he would have brought to the position a broader perspective I did not have then that could have opened the eyes of an entire senior class.
 
   A good candidate sees beyond what is right in front of them. Life experience and an open, curious mind are great characteristics for a candidate for any elected position, including the school board. They help broaden the perspectives used to make decisions. I now have a rich variety of life experiences to bring to the table. Along with that, a good candidate has experience making hard decisions and fearlessly follows them through to the end with all faith in those decisions. I did that when I worked at the school district; I did that when I ran Marcal Growers, I do that every day running Midtown Cycles.

     A good candidate handles finances with thoughtfulness and always as if the "pot of money" involved is his or her own money. A good candidate cherishes and holds good credit. Understanding money is not something everyone does naturally, but I understand it, and I know what it takes to take limited funds and maximize every possibility to make those funds work for the most good. Maybe credit scores should be made public for those of us running for office. They say something about our values. There are hardship cases that change that for some, but as a whole, good credit is an important marker.
 
     A good candidate has a strong work ethic, envisions outcomes for the work at hand both short term and long term, and uses acquired knowledge, creative vision, and good advice to approach difficult problems. A good candidate works well with others, always trying to communicate and share and build together, but also knowing that voting alone against many others does not mean he or she does not care for the team. It means he or she is not afraid to stand for principles and well thought out decisions.
  


     Life has been a wonderful teacher to me. I've grown immensely since 1974.  I wasn't a "good" candidate for Senior Class President then even though I won the title, but I am a "good" candidate now. I believe I am the very best candidate you could vote for to fill the position of Osceola County School Board District 5, and I will throw in "Most Dependable" as icing on the cake.
    Peace. Love, Linda

   

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

My Opponents

The competitive plane is not where I try to operate at this stage in life. I feel life's abundance, and I know that there is enough good for anyone in business, family, and any venture he or she chooses, if there is the faith and perseverance to find it. However, I am now in a campaign with opponents. It's "the American way," I suppose, but I want to win without my opponents losing. I've met both of them, and I think they are decent people. Ricky came by the shop to introduce himself, and he is just as I thought, a friendly, straight forward young man who would do a good job, I am sure, if he were elected. However, because I know I am the most experienced in both business and education and highly qualified for the job, I say this in the spirit of this competition I must endure if I want to be a school board member:
PICK ME!!!
Linda Oliverio, for Osceola School Board District 5.


Left to right-     Me, Darren and Nikky

Peace. Love, Linda



Sunday, November 24, 2013

The Head Shot

Running both a business and a campaign calls for frugal measures. Hence, the head shot taken in our kitchen against a blue background tacked to the wall, will have to suffice. I picked one out of many, and in spite of Darren's efforts and expertise, I looked less than official in quite a few. Close ups remind me that I am 57 even though my last Dr. Oz "Real Age" test put me at 48.

The head shot is an interesting phenomenon.  I wonder when the rest of the body got hacked out, or is that off, when applying for jobs, posting for a "professional" website or, as in this case, running for office. I'm not sure that I object to the head shot. After all, I have "Beekman" girl ankles and the knees are not what you would call pretty. No offense intended to those few Beekman women who inherited differently or married into the position.

I imagine it's the brain most people are after when picking a candidate for office, so the head shot does give you a picture of the outside package. Nah, that brain thing doesn't really seem to prove true as much lately. Maybe it's the eyes people want to see. Trustworthiness probably shows through the eyes. It's been said, I don't remember by whom, that the eyes are the "mirrors to the soul". Maybe that's why we do "head shots." Whatever the reason, I cropped one of Darren's pictures this morning and saved it to my desk top. I'm sending it to my sister Ruthie who is working on my cards.
I would share it with you today, but you will have to wait. I like this picture much better...

Now that's a head shot!
 
  Vote Linda Oliverio,
District 5 School Board 2014
Peace. Love, Linda

Sunday, November 3, 2013

November Ride





One day after the big wash
blue linen sweeps by;
wisps of lint,
white and scattered, flash then fade.

The stiff wind blows
and smacks both cheeks with
chilly puffs, enough
to make me draw in air
but not to make me shiver.

Yellow daisies jump from
behind a pole waving
brightly in the breeze;
Look at me. Look at me.
I look and drop my arm, hand extended.

The deep, melodic rumble
plays background bass,
and the yellow daisies dance.


 
The Lord has done great things for us and we rejoiced. Psalms 126:3
Peace. Love, Linda

The Mirror of God

I sat on the back porch early in the AM holding my warm coffee cup tightly in my hands listening to birds sing and a gator behind the fence ...