Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Being hungry enough to resolve it

Never argue at the dinner table, 
for the one who is NOT hungry 
always gets the best of the argument.
  -Voltaire 

 
My dad was a negotiator. Negotiating is what he did for his living - and his hobby. All around the world he went and negotiated. 
Sometimes, hunger strikes were involved.

  I don't know how this hunger strike was resolved.
I know no one died. 
And I do know my dad negotiated his heart out.

8 comments:

Thérèse said...

A moving testimony.
Communication is always key with a lot of listening on both parts.

Anonymous said...

Your dad was a fascinating man; you tell his stories so well. Of course, now I'm very curious about these pictures.

Dog Trot Farm said...

What a great man your father was. What a far better place the world would be if people would just take a deep breath and really listen to one another.

Banjo52 said...

It sounds like such a glamorous career in exotic places. I wonder if he saw it that way, or was it just damned hard work, for which he had a gift?

You've made me aware of India and South America. Are there other places?

The back alleys of NE Ohio? :)

Tash said...

Absolutely wonderful photos. I bet you are so pleased to have them.

I took a negotiating class as an elective for my MBA. I sucked at it. I really marvel at people who have a talent and knowhow to do it well. This must of been an ultimate benefit for the men involved in the hunger strike.

Brenda's Arizona said...

Thanks , all , for your comments! I wasn't old enough to rreally pay attention to what my dad 'did'. And sadly, I have no one to ask about these photos. I do remember that the hunger strikes my dad dealt with truly anguished him. It was usually just one 'striker' with a community of supporters who hung around day and night.

B52 - no back alleys in Ohio. But more of Africa and Europe someday...

Lori Skoog said...

Thank you for sharing this. What a career!

Unknown said...

How interesting.