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1: Glenn...You brought us together making connections, taking us on the journey Now it is time for you to take a different course And make new connections

2: OCCE Leadership Team

3: We are One We all drink from one water We all breath from one air We rise from one ocean And we live under one sky Remember We are one The newborn baby cries the same The laughter of children is universal Everyone’s blood is red And our hearts beat the same song Remember we are one We are all brothers and sisters Only one family; only one earth Together we live And together we die Remember We are one Peace be on you Brothers and sisters Peace be one you Anwar Fazal – recipient, Right livelihood award, Malaysia

4: Clinical Information Services | CIS

5: Digging Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests; as snug as a gun. Under my window a clean rasping sound When the spade sinks into gravelly ground: My father, digging. I look down Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds Bends low, comes up twenty years away Stooping in rhythm through potato drills Where he was digging. The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft Against the inside knee was levered firmly. He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep To scatter new potatoes that we picked Loving their cool hardness in our hands. By God, the old man could handle a spade, Just like his old man. -Seamus Heaney

6: Jerrod, Becky and Andy~ CIS

7: The Trough by Judy Brown There is a trough in waves, a low spot where horizon disappears and only sky and water are our company. And there we lose our way unless we rest, knowing the wave will bring us to its crest again. There we may drown If we let fear hold us in its grip and shake us side to side, and leave us flailing, torn, disoriented. But if we rest there in the trough, in silence, being in the low part of the wave, keeping our energy and noticing the shape of things, the flow, then time alone will bring us to another place where we can see horizon, see land again, regain our sense of where we are, and where we need to swim. amen

8: QSP Team

9: The Journey One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice – though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my life!” each voice cried. But you didn’t stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations – though their melancholy was terrible. | It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the rod full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice, which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do – determined to save the only life you could save. By Mary Oliver

10: William Shakespeare Sonnet 71 No longer mourn for me when I am dead Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse. But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone. | William Shakespeare Sonnet 71 No longer mourn for me when I am dead Then you shall hear the surly sullen bell Give warning to the world that I am fled From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell: Nay, if you read this line, remember not The hand that writ it; for I love you so That I in your sweet thoughts would be forgot If thinking on me then should make you woe. O, if, I say, you look upon this verse When I perhaps compounded am with clay, Do not so much as my poor name rehearse. But let your love even with my life decay, Lest the wise world should look into your moan And mock you with me after I am gone.

11: SQuID Team

12: RACE Team

13: To Be of Use The people I love the best jump into work head first without dallying in the shallows and swim off with sure strokes almost out of sight. They seem to become natives of that element, the black sleek heads of seals bouncing like half-submerged balls. I love people who harness themselves, an ox to a heavy cart, who pull like water buffalo, with massive patience, who strain in the mud and the muck to move things forward, who do what has to be done, again and again. I want to be with people who submerge in the task, who go into the fields to harvest and work in a row and pass the bags along, who are not parlor generals and field deserters but move in a common rhythm when the food must come in or the fire be put out. The work of the world is common as mud. Botched, it smears the hands, crumbles to dust. But the thing worth doing well done has a shape that satisfies, clean and evident. Greek amphoras for wine or oil, Hopi vases that held corn, are put in museums but you know they were made to be used. The pitcher cries for water to carry and a person for work that is real. By Marge Piercy

14: Hope is the thing Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I’ve heard it in the chilliest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. ..Emily Dickinson

15: VOC Team

16: PSA Quality Committee

17: ~The Seven Of Pentacles~ Under a sky the color of pea soup she is looking at her work growing away there actively, thickly like grapevines or pole beans as things grow in the real world, slowly enough. If you tend them properly, if you mulch, if you water, if you provide birds that eat insects a home and winter food, if the sun shines and you pick off caterpillars, if the praying mantis comes and the ladybugs and the bees, then the plants flourish, but at their own internal clock. Connections are made slowly, sometimes they grow underground. You cannot tell always by looking what is happening. More than half the tree is spread out in the soil under your feet. Penetrate quietly as the earthworm that blows no trumpet. Fight persistently as the creeper that brings down the tree. Spread like the squash plant that overruns the garden. Gnaw in the dark and use the sun to make sugar. Weave real connections, create real nodes, build real houses. Live a life you can endure: Make love that is loving. Keep tangling and interweaving and taking more in, a thicket and bramble wilderness to the outside but to us interconnected with rabbit runs and burrows and lairs. Live as if you liked yourself, and it may happen: reach out, keep reaching out, keep bringing in. This is how we are going to live for a long time: not always, for every gardener knows that after the digging, after the planting, after the long season of tending and growth, the harvest comes. ~ Marge Piercy ~

18: QMMS Directors

19: The True Leadership Treasure I went on search to be a leader, Searching high and low above the meter, I spoke with authority that I remember, All would follow, all but one member, “Why should I trust you?’ the one did ask, “What have you done to achieve the task?” I thought long and hard of what I did wrong, Then I rolled up my sleeves and worked right along, Shoulder to shoulder we got things done, We worked side by side, all were one, A mate of mine stumbled, I stooped to assist, My hand he did grab, a smile did persist, One was lost, didn’t know what to do, I showed him how, the ropes, something new I praised them one and all for their work, All were unique, but I encouraged each quirk, When the task was done, one did shout “You’re a great leader!” they all turned about, "Without you there to support our plight, Lost would we be with no end in sight", I learned that day that I lead best, When I get up and help the rest, To lead by example is the true treasure, The secret of leadership, in one simple measure. Victor Antonio G., December 2004

20: The Road Not Taken By Robert Frost Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet Knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence; Two roads diverged in a wood, and I – I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.

21: Center for Outcomes Research and Education

22: CORE Administrative Team

23: PUTTING IN THE SEED You come to fetch me from my work to-night When supper's on the table, and we'll see If I can leave off burying the white Soft petals fallen from the apple tree. (Soft petals, yes, but not so barren quite, Mingled with these, smooth bean and wrinkled pea;) And go along with you ere you lose sight Of what you came for and become like me, Slave to a springtime passion for the earth. How Love burns through the Putting in the Seed On through the watching for that early birth When, just as the soil tarnishes with weed, The sturdy seedling with arched body comes Shouldering its way and shedding the earth crumbs. By Robert Frost

24: CORE Qualitative Study Team

25: To You STRANGER! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you? ~Walt Whitman

27: CORE Mail Survey Team | Coming together is a beginning Keeping together is progress Working together is success. -Henry Ford

28: CORE Social Determinants Team

29: The day has just started. You arrive fresh with just a hint of healthy stress to keep you on top of things today. As you move towards the doors of your work area, you feel the excitement build and you silently skip down the corridor as you become increasingly excited with each step. You are feeling good today. These good feelings seem to just emanate from your soul and people that you touch throughout your day can feel it and they respond. You have a wonderful day. -Anonymous

30: CORE Analyst Team

31: SEEKER OF THE TRUTH seeker of truth follow no path all paths lead where truth is here ~E. Cummings

32: CORE Tracking and Outreach Team

33: LET LAUGHTER WAY OUT OF YOURSELF, by Mencita (Carmen) Monoi Angel Let get laughter way out of yourself Make the happy sound awake Laughter magic and enchanting Don't sustain it in your soul Let yourself go into joy May it help forever People from wherever Getting circled together Laughter can be a kind of help A worthy enemy to distress Rise this laughter so dear To be heard by human ears Make it go on around the world Little chuckles happy giggles So many ways of laughing Don't fear the others comment Let laughter way out of yourself Be assured laughter is magic Open your heart to this very Very special kind of sound Let get laughter way out of yourself Make the happy sound awake LET LAUGHTER WAY OUT OF YOURSELF, by Mencita (Carmen) Monoi Angel Let get laughter way out of yourself Make the happy sound awake Laughter magic and enchanting Don't sustain it in your soul Let yourself go into joy May it help forever People from wherever Getting circled together Laughter can be a kind of help A worthy enemy to distress Rise this laughter so dear To be heard by human ears Make it go on around the world Little chuckles happy giggles So many ways of laughing Don't fear the others comment Let laughter way out of yourself Be assured laughter is magic Open your heart to this very Very special kind of sound Let get laughter way out of yourself Make the happy sound awake LET LAUGHTER WAY OUT OF YOURSELF, by Mencita (Carmen) Monoi Angel Let get laughter way out of yourself Make the happy sound awake Laughter magic and enchanting Don't sustain it in your soul Let yourself go into joy May it help forever People from wherever Getting circled together Laughter can be a kind of help A worthy enemy to distress Rise this laughter so dear To be heard by human ears Make it go on around the world Little chuckles happy giggles So many ways of laughing Don't fear the others comment Let laughter way out of yourself Be assured laughter is magic Open your heart to this very Very special kind of sound Let get laughter way out of yourself Make the happy sound awake LET LAUGHTER WAY OUT OF YOURSELF, by Mencita (Carmen) Monoi Angel Let get laughter way out of yourself Make the happy sound awake Laughter magic and enchanting Don't sustain it in your soul Let yourself go into joy May it help forever People from wherever Getting circled together Laughter can be a kind of help A worthy enemy to distress Rise this laughter so dear To be heard by human ears Make it go on around the world Little chuckles happy giggles So many ways of laughing Don't fear the others comment Let laughter way out of yourself Be assured laughter is magic Open your heart to this very Very special kind of sound Let get laughter way out of yourself Make the happy sound awake | LET LAUGHTER WAY OUT OF YOURSELF ~by Mencita (Carmen) Monoi Angel Let get laughter way out of yourself Make the happy sound awake Laughter magic and enchanting Don't sustain it in your soul Let yourself go into joy May it help forever People from wherever Getting circled together Laughter can be a kind of help A worthy enemy to distress Rise this laughter so dear To be heard by human ears Make it go on around the world Little chuckles happy giggles So many ways of laughing Don't fear the others comment Let laughter way out of yourself Be assured laughter is magic Open your heart to this very Very special kind of sound Let get laughter way out of yourself Make the happy sound awake

34: Graduate Medical Education

35: The Academic Sigh By Russell Edson Some students were stretching a professor on a medieval torture rack. He had offered himself to show them how an academic might be stretched beyond his wildest dreams like a piece of chewing gum. And as they turned the wheel the professor was getting longer and longer. Don’t make me too long, or I’ll look kind of goofy, sighed the professor as he grew longer and longer. Suddenly something snaps. What happened? sighs the professor from the rack. We were just stretching an academic when suddenly something snapped; you may have heard it Yes, I was there. Don’t you remember? sighs the professor. And then we heard an academic sigh Yes, I heard it, too, sighs the professor, it seemed to come from the rack where I was being stretched beyond my wildest dreams like a piece of chewing gum Source: The tormented mirror (Pittsburgh, Pa.: University

36: Regional Quality Management/Medical Staff Services

37: Kindness Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness. How you ride and ride thinking the bus will never stop, the passengers eating maize and chicken will stare out the window forever. Before you learn the tender gravity of kindness, you must travel where the Indian in a white poncho lies dead by the side of the road. You must see how this could be you, how he too was someone who journeyed through the night with plans and the simple breath that kept him alive. Before you know kindness as the deepest thing inside, you must know sorrow as the other deepest thing. You must wake up with sorrow. You must speak to it till your voice catches the thread of all sorrows and you see the size of the cloth. Then it is only kindness that makes sense anymore, only kindness that ties your shoes and sends you out into the day to mail letters and purchase bread, only kindness that raises its head from the crowd of the world to say it is I you have been looking for, and then goes with you everywhere like a shadow or a friend. ~By Naomi Shihab Nye

38: Juliann and Michelle

39: Rivers Rivers hardly ever run in a straight line Rivers are willing to take ten thousand meanders and enjoy every one and grow from every one. When they leave a meander, they are always more than when they entered it. When rivers meet an obstacle, they do not try to run over it. They merely go around but they always get to the other side. Rivers accept things as they are, conform to the shape they find the world in, yet nothing changes things more than rivers. Rivers move even mountains into the sea. Rivers hardly ever are in a hurry yet is there anything more likely to reach the point it sets out for than a river ? © -James Dillet Freeman

40: Project Managers

41: “The names of the patients whose lives we save can never be known. Our contribution will be what did not happen to them. And, though they are unknown, we will know that mothers and fathers are at graduations and wedding they would have missed, and that grandchildren will know grandparents they might never have known, and holidays will be taken, and work completed, and books read, and symphonies heard, and gardens tended that, without our work, would never have been.” - Dr. Donald M. Berwick

42: Out In The Fields by Elizabeth Barrett Browning The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds that play, Among the lowing of the herd, The rustling of the trees, Among the singing of the birds, The humming of the bees. The foolish fears of what might pass I cast them all away Among the clover-scented grass, Among the new-mown hay, Among the hushing of the corn, Where drowsy poppies nod, Where ill thoughts die and good are born- Out in the fields of God. | Inge and Debbie

43: Happy The Man Happy the man, and happy he alone, He who can call today his own: He who, secure within, can say, Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today. Be fair or foul or rain or shine The joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine. Not Heaven itself upon the past has power, But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour. By John Dryden | NSQIP

44: Regional Credentialing Office

45: There are no exact guidelines. There are probably no guidelines at all. The only thing I can recommend at this stage is a sense of humor, an ability to see things in their ridiculous and absurd dimensions, to laugh at others and at ourselves, a sense of irony regarding everything that calls out for parody in this world. In other words, I can only recommend perspective and distance. Awareness of all the most dangerous kinds of vanity, both in others and in ourselves. A good mind. A modest certainty about the meaning of things. Gratitude for the gift of life and the courage to take responsibility for it. Vigilance of spirit." (Vaclav Havel upon receiving the Open Society Prize awarded by the Central European University in 1999, tr. Paul Wilson)

46: The Lost Dr Seuss Poem ~I Love My Job ~I love my job, I love the pay! I love it more and more each day. I love my boss, she is the best! I love her boss and all the rest. I love my office and its location, I hate to have to go on vacation. I love my furniture, drab and gray, And piles of paper that grow each day! I think my job is really swell, There's nothing else I love so well. I love to work among my peers, I love their leers, and jeers, and sneers. | I love my computer and its software; I hug it often though it won't care. I love each program and every file. I'd love them more if they worked a while. I'm happy to be here. I am. I am. I'm the happiest slave of the Firm, I am. I love this work, I love these chores. I love the meetings with deadly bores. I love my job - I'll say it again - I even love those friendly men. Those friendly men who've come today, In clean white coats to take me away!~

50: Adios It is a good word, rolling off the tongue no matter what language you were born with, Use it. Learn where it begins, the small alphabet of departure, how long it takes to think of it, then say, then be heard. Marry it. More than any golden ring, it shines, it shines. Wear it on every finger till your hands dance, touching everything easily, letting everything, easily, go. Strap it to your back like wings. Or a kite-tail. The stream of air behind a jet. If you are known for anything, let it be the way you rise out of sight when your work is finished. | Think of things that linger: leaves, cartons and napkins, the damp smell of mold. Think of things that disappear. Think of what you love best, what brings tears into your eyes. Something that said adios to you before you knew what it meant or how long it was for. Explain little, the word explains itself. Later perhaps. Lessons following lessons, like silence following sound. ~Naomi Shihab Nye from Words Under the Words

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