Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Norma's Volunteer Story, Part 5

This is a series about Norma, a woman who becomes a CASA volunteer. It is fictional, but based on real events. Each Wednesday we will update the blog with the next segment. At CASA we always need volunteers, but right now we are extremely low on volunteers and there are hundreds of children in the South Plains who are waiting for a special person like Norma......like you. Please call 806-763-2272 if you would like to be that person.

Norma:
Training Day One: Role and History

Norma was still a little nervous when it came training time. Even though she knew it was still part of the pre-screening process, it had been decades since she had last been in a classroom setting. Once she arrived, she found a chair and got settled in as the class began. They were each given a black binder and introductions went around the room. The instructor’s name was Peggy and she was great! There were ten chapters and only four days to cover them all, so they dug in after a few more introductions and ice breakers, including the powerful experiment the called “Permanency Project”.

One of the first things covered was the quintessential role a CASA volunteer plays in the life of a child who resides in foster care. They have the benefit of being focused on a child’s needs without owing an allegiance to anyone other than that child. They give of their time freely, and in this way, are able to remain completely objective. Finding a safe and permanent home for a child as quickly as circumstances allow and using all available resources to better that child’s life, is the ultimate bottom line.

The four main duties of a volunteer are investigation, facilitation, advocacy and monitoring.  The trainer then talked about the important administrative activities a volunteer must do to document their case, including timesheets and a case timeline. In the legal system, there are many acronyms used so they covered what those meant as well.

The trainer dispelled the myths about being a CASA – no, you don’t keep the children at your house; no, you don’t need to have a law degree, legal training or be retired; no, CASA does not stand for housing of children. Peggy spent a lot of time discussing what ‘best interest’ means as it applies to CASA and the children they serve; and also what defines abuse and neglect. Norma enjoyed the videos they watched of foster children’s testimonies of what their journey in foster care was like.

Peggy also shared the history of CASA and how it came about. Norma was surprised at how ignorant she was to the very real cry of the children of this nation. It only took one year from the time little Mary Ellen’s case of horrific abuse was reported in 1873 until an organization was created to help abused children, believed to be the first child protective agency in the world. It was over one hundred years later however, before laws regarding child abuse became more clearly defined. In 1974 CAPTA, the Child Abuse Prevention and Treatment Act, created the National Center on Child Abuse and Neglect and directed funding to programs that supported abused children.

In January 1977, Seattle Judge David Soukup obtained funding to recruit and train community volunteers to step into courtrooms on behalf of the children. From there, the National CASA was established in 1982 and CASA of the South Plains was established when a Lubbock county judge first appointed a CASA to serve as an abused child's advocate in October 1993.  Since that time, over 5,000 children have been provided over 1,000 advocates in our area.  

Officer Gooden:

Officer Gooden surveyed the apartment and reached the only conclusion available; the children had been left to their own devices for at least a day or two. The television was on too loud and Robert, the middle child, was wearing a pair of pajamas that appeared as if they would stand up on their own if the child were not inside them. The kids were dirty and the baby had not stopped screaming since he had entered the apartment. He looked around for diapers or formula, but found none.

Unfortunately, there was only one thing that he could do and that was to call Children’s Protective Services out to the scene to take care of the children. Rose, the baby, appeared to have been wearing the same diaper for at least 24 hours and was in desperate need of being cleaned and fed. Robert had asked him twice in the last fifteen minutes if he had anything for him to eat, and Ben looked as if he would simply fall asleep standing up if Rose weren’t crying or Robert complaining that his stomach was yelling at him because it was so hungry. Officer Jim Gooden stepped into the kitchen and pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number for the Children’s Protective Services.

CPS caseworker Bob Johnson answered the phone when Officer Gooden called.

“This is Officer Gooden and I responded to a noise disturbance and found two children and an infant left home alone for what appears to have been at least 24 hours,” he reported to Bob Johnson.

“What are the names of the children, Gooden?  I will check the system to see if we have an established case file on them,” Bob said. 

Officer Gooden recited the children’s names, as Ben had given them to him earlier, as well as Kathy Price’s name, from a stack of unpaid bills and collection notices on the kitchen table.  Across town, Bob pecked at the keys of the computer in a rapid series of tap, tap, taps and then sighed.

“We do have a case file on this family, unfortunately. The mother signed an affidavit not that long ago stating she wouldn’t leave the children unattended. This has, apparently, been an issue in the past. I will gather up any other information I have on the family and head that way. I should be there in half an hour or so,” he said as he collected everything CPS had on the Harris-Price family.

Gooden asked the case worker to bring some diapers and formula with him for baby Rose. He then thanked him and then dialed the nearest pizza delivery place as there was not a stitch of food in the apartment. Once that was done, he settled in to wait.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Norma's Volunteer Story, Part 4

This is a series about Norma, a woman who becomes a CASA volunteer. It is fictional, but based on real events. Each Wednesday we will update the blog with the next segment. At CASA we always need volunteers, but right now we are extremely low on volunteers and there are hundreds of children in the South Plains who are waiting for a special person like Norma......like you. Please call 806-763-2272 if you would like to be that person.

Norma:
“That is what the pre-service training is for Norma,” Peggy said when she voiced her concerns during the interview the following week. “We encourage you to talk with your friends and family. Speak with anyone who has done volunteer work with us and attend the training. It gives you more information to make an informed decision as to whether or not this is for you,” Peggy said.
“That makes me feel better. I would like to know more about what I would be getting myself into and whether or not I am even compatible,” Norma said. She filled out the paperwork, including the background check. They talked a little more and before she left, Norma signed up for the next pre-service training class. This was the second step of the process, before Norma Jackson’s world changed. She didn’t know it yet, but the next few months would change the way she not only looked at the world, but how she interacted with people and more simply, the way she loved.
 
Officer Jim Gooden:
“Car 22, come in! Over!” the radio squawked in the stillness of the evening. Officer Jim Gooden had been on night shift every evening this month.  So far, everything had been fairly quiet tonight. It looked as if it might not stay that way. He sighed as he reached for the handheld radio and responded to the call from dispatch.
“Dispatch, this is Car 22. Go ahead, over,” he said.
“Car 22, please respond to 2250 Willow Grove Avenue, apartment 24B for a noise complaint, over,” the dispatcher responded with the instruction that would change Officer Gooden’s entire night.
“Copy that dispatch. ETA is approximately ten minutes. Over and out.” Officer Gooden replaced the handheld and pulled out into traffic. When he arrived, he reported to the address given to him by dispatch. It was a neighbor who had called in the noise complaint. He took the statement of the neighbor and headed across the hall to knock on the door the neighbor had pointed out to him. He knocked once and identified himself as a police officer. There was no answer so he knocked again, this time harder. A thin, young boy opened the door just a crack. He appeared to have been crying and Officer Gooden could hear at least one more child, as well as an infant, crying from somewhere back in the apartment.
“Son,” Officer Gooden asked, “what is your name?”
The young boy sniffled and ran a hand under his nose. “Ben Harris, sir,” he replied quietly.
“Are your parents home, Ben?” asked the officer.
Ben bowed his head so the police officer would not see the hot, salty tears forcing themselves through his tightly squeezed eyelids.
“No, Sir.”
“May I come inside and wait with you until someone comes home?”
Ben nodded his head in mute acceptance and shuffled back a few steps as the officer came inside. This was not the first time his mother had left them alone. This time was different though. She had left on Tuesday night to go get formula for baby Rose, and it was now Thursday night. This time she hadn’t come back. He couldn’t keep Robert and Rose from crying and now the police were here, and they were going to take them away.  Mom sure was going to be upset with him whenever she did come home.

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Norma's Volunteer Story, Part 3

This is a series about Norma, a woman who becomes a CASA volunteer. It is fictional, but based on real events. Each Wednesday we will update the blog with the next segment. At CASA we always need volunteers, but right now we are extremely low on volunteers and there are hundreds of children in the South Plains who are waiting for a special person like Norma......like you. Please call 806-763-2272if you would like to be that person.
Part 3 of Norma's Volunteer Story:
Kathy:
I hope Ben has dinner ready tonight, she thought. My feet and back are killing me and I just don’t feel like cooking, on top of everything else today. Kathy unlocked the apartment door and scooped up the crying Rose from her playpen as she headed to the kitchen to deposit the baby in her highchair. Ben had made dinner, sort of; soup and pop tarts. She grabbed a pop tart and took a bite as she got the formula can down from the cabinet so she could make a bottle for Rose. The bite soured in her mouth as she realized there was enough for only one more bottle. Kathy sighed and made the last bottle of formula. She realized she would have to stay on her feet a bit longer and go to the store once Rose was asleep.
“Ben?,” she called as she emptied the last of the money tin’s contents into her pocket. “Ben - I have to run down to the store to get more formula for Rose, alright?,” she called from the kitchen. “And keep the door locked. Don’t answer it for anyone.”
“Okay Mom,” Ben replied. He and Robert were watching a football game on the television in the living room. Kathy put her coat back on and headed out of the apartment, locking the door behind her. She headed down the stairs and out into the brisk, cold evening. On her way to the store to get Rose’s formula, she passed a liquor store and decided to reward herself for all of her hard work this week. She liked to take a drink now and then, once the kids were in bed. She went into the liquor store and purchased a fifth of vodka. Outside, she mixed it with a bottle of orange juice and headed to the grocery store.
When she got to the store to purchase Rose’s formula, she realized she didn’t have enough money left to buy it. She couldn’t return the vodka, as it had already been opened. She looked at the formula can and thought of baby Rose wailing for her breakfast in the morning. Kathy looked around and then tucked the can into her jacket and headed for the doors. Kathy’s heart was beating out a staccato rhythm in her chest as she approached. Her heart tripped, stuttered and sped up as a manager with a stern look on his face approached her just as she reached the doors. 
“Ma’am, I am going to have to ask you to come with me,” he said haltingly.
Kathy looked at the man and his pinched face and then over his shoulder as the sliding glass doors parted for the next incoming paying customer. The man cleared his throat and gestured towards the back of the store.
She sighed and cringed as she knew she was still on probation. The fact that she had a bottle of vodka in a brown paper bag hidden in one of the many pockets in her coat wasn’t going to do anything to help her situation. The reason she was on probation in the first place was because of alcohol. Kathy sat in a cold plastic chair in a small office waiting for the police to come and take her away. They wouldn’t care that she just needed to feed her baby. They wouldn’t care that she works two jobs and never gets any help and never gets to take a break. They wouldn’t care about her or her children. But, they would care if they were home alone. They might take them away and who knows where they would go. So, when Kathy was arrested for theft and violating her probation, she never said a word about the three hungry children, alone and watching television in an apartment by themselves, just half a block away.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Norma's Volunteer Story, Part 2

This is a series about Norma, a woman who becomes a CASA volunteer. It is fictional, but based on real events. Each Wednesday we will update the blog with the next segment. At CASA we always need volunteers, but right now we are extremely low on volunteers and there are hundreds of children in the South Plains who are waiting for a special person like Norma......like you. Please call 806-763-2272 if you would like to be that person.

Part 2 of Norma's Volunteer Story:
Kathy:
Every day at 5 a.m., Kathy got up, bathed and dressed herself and the baby and fed the family. As soon as the boys were off to school, she would head to Rose’s daycare which was located half a block from her first job at a retail store as a cashier.  She had to work a second job to afford daycare for Rose during the hours she worked her first job. Her second job was washing dishes at a restaurant. Many nights she had to leave her oldest, Ben, in charge -  he was such a good helper. Sometimes he even had dinner cooked when she got home. He worked hard to make good grades and made sure his brother, Robert, also did his homework. He usually turned on the TV to keep baby Rose entertained. Ben’s idol was Tom Brady, quarterback for the New England Patriots and he loved football and quoting statistics. Kathy told him that as soon as she got a better paying job, he could try out for the school football team.
Norma:
After three days of checking the mail like a child rattling presents under the Christmas tree in happy anticipation, the packet finally came. Norma sat down at the kitchen table again and began to go through the information Amanda had sent her. There were a couple of brochures, an annual report filled with statistics and a letter explaining what the first steps of the training process are. The recommendation given was to talk to family members and friends to get their take on whether or not this was the right fit. Norma decided to call her sister and talk to her about it. They had always been close and had shared most of their lives together. Norma picked up the phone on her way into the kitchen to heat some water for tea. She dialed her sister as she filled the kettle and set it on the blue flame of her old, tiny gas stove.
“Hello?” Vikki answered after the third ring.
“Hi Vikki, it’s me. I want to run something by you and see what your thoughts are,” Norma said.
“Okay, shoot,” Vikki replied.
They talked about the packet Amanda sent Norma in the mail and about the meeting set for the following week. They discussed the many aspects of volunteering and of working with children who have been mistreated.
“I know you, Norma,” Vikki said. “You have the biggest heart in Texas and I think this would be a great thing for you to do. Just ask a lot of questions.  You will make the right decision and you will have my full support no matter what. Just keep me posted so I know what to pray for.”
“Of course I will. Thanks for your support. I don’t think I have been this excited about something since the last time gas was under $2 a gallon.” They chuckled at her joke and then said their goodbyes. Norma promised to call her after the meeting next week, and as the days waxed and waned, her anticipation grew. What if she wasn’t strong enough emotionally to do this? What if she didn’t do something right and the child suffered because of her mistake? She had cleaned every room in her home and reorganized her closet twice in an effort to work through her thoughts.
Check back on 12/12/12 for Part 3 of Norma's Volunteer Story.

Wednesday, November 28, 2012

Norma's Volunteer Story

This is a series about Norma, a woman who becomes a CASA volunteer. It is fictional, but based on real events. Each Wednesday we will update the blog with the next segment. At CASA we always need volunteers, but right now we are extremely low on volunteers and there are hundreds of children in the South Plains who are waiting for a special person like Norma......like you. Please call 806-763-2272 if you would like to be that person.

Norma:
Norma Jackson was sitting in her favorite chair, watching the end of the evening news, when she saw a commercial for CASA. It was something like this one: http://www.youtube.com/user/casaforchildren?feature=results_main
She had been looking for something to do with her time since her last child had moved away to college and working with kids was something she had always enjoyed. She hastily scrawled the number on the edge of a napkin and tucked it into the book sitting on the table beside her. ‘I will call tomorrow,’ she decided and then watched the end of the news and headed to bed. The next morning, Norma sat down at her kitchen table. Armed with pen, paper, hot coffee, the napkin and the phone, she settled in and prepared to call. One ring…two…

Kathy:
BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!! BEEP!! BEE... CRASH!!!
Kathy Price turned off the alarm by smashing the snooze button with her work-calloused hand, clumsily, and reached out to turn on the lamp with a yawn. She stretched and yawned again before getting out of bed and headed to the kitchen. On her way she leaned down to pick up a book off the floor. It was one of Robert’s many. There was a picture of an owl on the cover and the title was “Whooooo Are You?”.

“I’ll tell you who I am,” Kathy said to no one in particular. “I am an average, middle class American. I have three children; Ben, who turns fifteen this year, Robert who is nine and my Rose. My Rose will be nine months old next week.” She smiled thinking of her children. Then her smile slowly faded and her mouth settled into a bitter, grim line.

“The shiftless men who helped me create these beautiful babies are nowhere to be found. Ben’s father, Jason, remarried and now he and his wife have a new baby. Jason doesn’t want anything to do with me or with his son. He doesn’t send any money either. Does he think fourteen year old boys’ clothes, shoes and food grow on the nonexistent trees in my nonexistent backyard? Almost the same can be said for Robert and Rose’s father, Ernie Price. After our divorce a year and a half ago, I haven’t heard from him other than a couple of money orders that came with letters for Robert. Then there wasn’t anything for a long time and we had to move because I couldn’t keep up with the rent on my own. I won’t be able to afford this place much longer either,” she muttered out loud as she pulled the clothes out of the dryer and carried the hamper over to the couch.

That thought led to the almost empty coffee tin on top of the already empty refrigerator. Kathy did not make enough money at her two jobs to need bank account. The coffee tin was her bank account. As soon as she got her biweekly paychecks, they were cashed and spent on rent, food and bills. Plus, winter was approaching and that would probably mean deciding between heating the apartment or buying diapers. She shook her head as she went about her morning routine.

Norma:
“Good morning and thank you for calling CASA of the South Plains. My name is Amanda. How may I help you today?”, a voice rang out cheerily across the line. Norma smiled and asked how she could learn more about what CASA is and what their volunteers do.

Amanda told Norma “the mission of CASA of the South Plains is to recruit, train, and support community members, like you, to serve as volunteer who advocate for the best interests of abused and neglected children in the foster care system.”  

Amanda collected Norma’s contact information and promised to mail her a packet. She then transferred the Norma to Peggy, one of the recruiter/trainers at the CASA office, to talk further about becoming a CASA Volunteer.  Norma was intrigued with everything Peggy had to say.  She mentioned a CASA pre-service training class was scheduled about five weeks away.  If she decided to move forward, and had the time, she could certainly sign up for the upcoming training. She wasn’t sure if she could really do this or not but she was willing to take the next step. Peggy suggested she watch a few volunteer testimonials to see what motivated others to volunteer for CASA. She agreed to come in to the office to meet with Peggy and do the initial paperwork necessary to begin the process. They scheduled the meeting for the next week.

As Norma hung up the phone, she realized there was more to CASA than she initially thought.  She continued to mull over her conversation with the recruiter. Knowing her time was quickly going by she put the thought aside, thinking she’d have more time to explore this when she received her paperwork and attended the interview; for now she had to get ready for work. 
Check back on 12/5 for Part 2 of Norma's Volunteer Story.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

ONLY 2 DAYS until the TEch Theta Speak Up for Kids CASA 5k!

WOW- the 5K is sue coming quick. For those of you who have already registered don't forget that you can pick up your shirts and race numbers at the Starbucks on University and Glenna Goodacre. 

Now, I'm sure everyone is wondering why the race is called the Tech Theta Speak Up for Kids CASA 5K. Why Theta? CASA is the Kappa Alpha Theta sorority's national philanthropy.  Here in Lubbock, the Tech Thetas help out with promoting the race and getting runners. 

At the race you will notice that there will be a lot of Tech Thetas at the turn around on the 5K route- that's why!

Thank you Kappa Alpha Theta for all your help making this race a success. 


Tuesday, April 12, 2011

4 Days till the Tech Theta Speak Up for Kids CASA 5K!

The race will be here before we know it! For those of you who are registered and ready to go you can pick up your race packets today until Thursday from 11 a.m. to 7 p.m. at Starbucks across from the Tech campus on University and Glenna Goodacre. There will be Tech Theta's there to hand out race t-shirts, numbers, and directions to the race.  

For those of you who have not signed up yet, you can also register for the race too! So head on over to Starbucks and grab a coffee and your 5K t-shirt and get ready for Saturday.