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Staff Profile: Simpson Soli

May 5th, 2010

            There were three things Simpson Soli promised himself he would never do in life. First: never live in Utah. Born and raised in Samoa, he couldn’t understand why anyone would want to live in the West. Second: work with teenagers. Third: go hiking and backpacking. Who needs hiking when you’ve got the beach? “As islanders, you think of hiking as a waste of time and energy,” he says with a laugh.

            But Simpson Soli didn’t count on falling in love, first with his wife and then with all of the things he used to think he’d never even like.

            The father of four met his wife, a former RedCliff staffer, in Hawaii. She wanted to return to Utah to become a licensed therapist.

            “My wife loves Utah,” he says. “It was a hard thing for me to leave the island and come here. But I guess you make sacrifices for each other.”

            That was two years ago. Since he hired on at RedCliff, Simpson has learned to love the Utah desert and the students he works with.

            “It’s beautiful out here,” he says. He also says he’s learned to appreciate the simple things in life. And he thinks his experiences at RedCliff are a good compliment to what he someday hopes to do – pursue a career in psychology and criminal justice.

            “At RedCliff you have to understand where students are and where they are coming from,” he explains. “These students are real – not just objects. It always comes down to having a relationship with people.”

            Simpson started at RedCliff as a field staff and has since worked as a temporary intake coordinator. He’s currently a back-up driver, delivering supplies personnel to the field.           He says the job is important to daily operations. “If I do my job well, it’s a little easier for the field help and therapists,” he says.

            Simpson says he learns something ever day, either from his coworkers or the students themselves. “I put whatever I learn about the ego states into practice and try not to be critical or judging and so forth. Learning things like the ego states – those are tools to survive in life.”

            There’s one other important lesson Simpson’s learned. He laughs and says, “I’ve stopped telling myself things I will never do.”

Living True

March 9th, 2010

This message came to us via Facebook from Southern Malachite Bumblebee:

I was in RedCliff from August 10th 2007-December 4th 2007. As of today March 3, 2010, I am 2 years, 6 months, 21 days sober. I am a manager at Emerald City Smoothie, and an Intimate’s Associate at Victoria’s Secret. I am looking for a third job. I am almost done with my third quarter at Bellevue College, where I am working towards a Transfer Associates Degree in Arts and Sciences. Last quarter I received A’s in all three of my classes. I have paid my way through college on my own funding. I am in the first sober relationship I’ve ever had, and definitely the most honest and open. I am not so naïve to assume this will last forever, and who’s to say it won’t, but one way or another, I never would have been able to have this relationship without my growth through Red Cliff. My relationship with my parents is a thousand times better. I can be a support for my sister, and not someone who brings her down. I have an amazing life that I am incredibly grateful for everyday, and there’s no question in my mind that I would not have reached this point, or become the person I am, without those 116 long days in RCA. And to this day? Whenever I make a peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, the image of staff doing the peanut butter jelly dance in support of peanut butter shift comes into my head, hahahaha.
Congratulations, Bumblebee (aka MJ) on the wonderful life you are creating one day at a time.

Do You Hear What I Hear?

January 22nd, 2010

Scott Schill, RedCliff’s Field Director, shares this story of how strangers worked together to give a little boy a new life: 

Somewhere in a remote town in southern Mexico, tacked into the soft mortar of an ancient brick home, hangs a picture of 18 people that five- year-old Jesus has never met, holding a sign which reads “Feliz Navidad, Jesus”. This is a story of the essence of Christmas.

I have the privilege of working with a very unique and eclectic group of individuals. Each year around Christmas time, we come up with a project that provides assistance to people that could really use the help. For example, one year we gathered school supplies for the small Irrindiria School in Mexico. Another year we raised enough money to purchase a pregnant water buffalo for a village to use for milk, plowing and whatever else one can convince a water buffalo to do that is useful. Another year we donated food and clothing to an orphanage in Africa, after which we received a photo of the children holding a sign reading “Thank You RedCliff Ascent”.

            Earlier this fall, an acquaintance of mine, Carmen, told me of her grandson, Jesus, in Mexico that can’t talk because he can’t hear. She said he’d been tested for hearing and would be able to hear with hearing aids but they would cost around $2,000. She asked if I knew anyone that could help. I told her I would get back to her. I took it to our staff and they gladly agreed to raise the money. The question was, do we send the money to some obscure pueblo in Mexico and hope it was used for that purpose? Or, do we do something different. One of the slogans we use is… “We do not make decisions out of convenience!” So we decided to do it the inconvenient way. The better way.

            I contacted an audiologist from St. George, Utah by the name of Dr. Lance Greer. He works for the Hearing and Balance Center and is also a member of the Rotary Club of Dixie Sunrise. Lance agreed to be adventurous and travel with me to a remote town and southern Mexico and visit Jesus. I told Carmen to let them know we were coming. One of Jesus’ neighbors has a phone. We began our journey when I picked up Lance at about 3:30 a.m. and we travelled together for the next 12 hours where we met Jesus’ father, Marcos, at the Guadalajara airport and picked up our rental car. I received my hands-on Mexican driving instruction from Marcos, who speaks no English. It was terrifying and hilarious at the same time. We spent the next four and a half hours weaving in and out of produce trucks, bicycles, chickens and launching over random speed bumps as we worked our way south into darkness. Lance served as an unflappable copilot as he consulted his gps and took pictures out of the windows while we flew past fascinating scenery, tequila stands and farms. We rolled to a stop in a small town called Los Reyes at almost 8:30 p.m. The family wasn’t home so we went up the block and had some tacos while we waited. I’m pretty sure the gentleman didn’t use Purell before he handled my food but neither Lance nor I cared at this point. It was heaven on 3” tortillas. As we finished eating, a little five-year-old Jesus came bounding up the street out of the dark with his little sister and his nanny. After warm introductions, I bought a round of tacos for them too.

            Later we unpacked our luggage and went inside Jesus’ house. It was extremely humbling. The street is more of a glorified alley. The old brick fronts are randomly dotted with doors. There is a narrow sidewalk that separates the house from the street. I shuddered as I thought that a toddler could literally dart out the front door into traffic without warning.  Especially a hearing impaired toddler. Inside hung a 60 watt light bulb with an extension cord running to the wall and down as the only power supply in the home. The floor was concrete. The walls were brick that had been painted once upon a time but the paint was weathered off, indicating that these structures were many years old and had spent some of that time with the roof off, exposed to the elements. The old metal roof was the only thing between us and the stars. The home had an odor that was neither offensive nor pleasant. Wooden crates hung on the wall to provide kitchen cupboards with mismatched plates and cups and, I noticed only from the photos later, very little food. In fact there was no refrigerator and the only visible food was a plastic bag of dried beans, a container of some leftover substance and a bottle of salsa. That was it. The only room was furnished with two small tables, two chairs, two double beds and a set of shelves for a few items of clothing. Jesus shared a bed with his sisters, one older and one younger. An opening in the back wall revealed an area that appeared to be covered by a tarp and I could see a propane stove there. Nothing else was visible. I have to assume there was plumbing back there too.

            Using the extension cord, Lance set up his equipment and we began testing Jesus. First we had to teach him that, when he heard a sound in his headset, he should raise his hand. Once Lance had enough information to determine roughly the extent of his hearing loss, he began to make molds for his hearing aids and program the aids. Jesus was an eager little patient as the Doctor worked away. I served as a struggling translator as Lance gave instructions for cleaning and caring for the aids. But in the end, they understood everything. Lance did all the work. I just teased the kids mercilessly. They were very warm and trusting of complete strangers and laughed and giggled the entire time. They loved seeing themselves in our digital cameras. The parents and nanny watched and listened and were gracious beyond words. I have a precious video clip, in which, I asked Jesus if he could hear. He raised both hands and nodded smiling and we all cheered. Then he leaned over and hugged Lance. They all hugged us as we left the house at 11:30 to find a hotel room with a frosted glass bathroom door and things crawling on the sink.

            I spent three hours of my life with Jesus and his family that will leave an impression on me for a lifetime. Almost nothing had to be spoken between Lance and myself as we soaked in the experience. Clearly, this family couldn’t have come up with the money for the hearing aids without scrimping for years. In fact, they told us that they had tried to save money for the hearing aids but they were robbed.

            Before I left for Mexico, Jesus’ grandmother said, with tears in her eyes, “It’s a miracle. You are angels and this is a miracle.” So I would like to recognize the Christmas angels by giving a special thanks to Dr. Lance Greer for his adventurous spirit and the generous gift of his time, talents and resources. Thanks to the Rotary Club of Dixie Sunrise for covering some of the equipment expense. And a warm thanks to the owners and staff at RedCliff Ascent for providing the travel expenses to get Jesus his hearing aids.

Building a Bright Future

November 9th, 2009

Two years ago Scott was a student at RedCliff. Today he’s an apprentice in a construction trades program, honing his carpentry skills, saving up for a car, and planning his future.
        “I hated life and my parents,” Scott says. He wasn’t very fond of RedCliff either during his first weeks in the program.
        He was 16 at the time and had been expelled from a private school. RedCliff was the second therapeutic program his family tried. His parents hired an escort to get him to Utah.
        “My parents told me but I didn’t believe them. I’d been staying up two weeks straight waiting for the escort. The one night I go to sleep they’re there,” he recalls with a laugh.
        Scott says his real progress came when one student in his group refused to hike. While the group waited, Scott used the week to do his phase work.
        That, he says, started the ball rolling. From RedCliff he went to a transitional living program where he lives with other young men who are also recovering substance abusers.
        He’s finishing high school and learning a trade. With pride in his voice he says it’s been 14 months and he’s still sober.
        He trained for and completed a half marathon and says he’s trying to decide between going to college and entering the military.
        “In the long run, it was a great experience,” he says speaking of RedCliff. “I have a great life.”
 

Lessons Then and Now

November 9th, 2009

“He saw potential in me, and that gave me a different perspective.” That’s what Nathan says about the field staff the guided him almost a dozen years ago when he was a student at RedCliff.

            Today, at 24, he says he still uses the skills he learned in the Southern Utah wilderness in his career as a successful freelance graphic designer in the northwest.

            “I was 14 years old when I went to RedCliff,” he recalls.  “I was a delinquent. I wasn’t going to school. I was getting in fights and running away.”

            Nate says his first weeks at RedCliff were “tortuous.” “I hated it at first. The whole time I was acting out. I didn’t know why I felt so miserable. I had no respect for authority. I didn’t want to hike. I didn’t want to go anywhere. I was the annoying kid everybody hates.”

            Field staff and his therapist didn’t give up. After more than three weeks Nate busted his first fire. “That gave me the drive to work together with the team,” he says.

            His group did a 3 Peak Week and as his physical condition improved so did his outlook. Anger and defiance gave way to a new spirit of cooperation and his group responded

            “When the kids started not hating me that was also good,” he recalls with a laugh. “You had to work for the team.”

            “To me, it was really about learning self discipline and perseverance, as well as having a respect for the things that you can actually do, that you have control over.”

            He can still bow a fire and for a while he says he ate beans and rice – even at home. Now he uses his RedCliff skills in his business.

            “The technical side of printing and design can be monotonous. But you have a deadline and you have to meet it. You can’t give up.”

            He continues, “The lessons that I learned at RedCliff are if you work hard enough, even though it’s going to be tough, you get through it and it’s totally worth it.” 

 

The Team Behind Your Child

November 9th, 2009

Recently the mother of a RedCliff graduate commented, “This is the first thing he’s ever finished in his life!” Amazement was obvious in her words and her face.
          She continued, “I know it’s because he had such a great therapist. And the field staff…!” Her voiced trailed as she shook her head in wonder.
          This family recognized their son’s RedCliff experience was the result of a team of professionals who worked together closely throughout months of therapy.
          Doc Dan describes the communication process as continuous.
“There are designated touch points throughout the week, “ he says, “but depending on the student, the therapist and field staff can be in communication multiple times throughout the day.”
          “Field staff also have the option that if there are unexpected events or information, they can get in touch with the therapist whenever they need to.”
          Communication begins the moment the student is enrolled. The administrative team meets and determines the most effective placement for the student.  Does he or she need a group where all of the members are adopted? Does the student need a group with a 12 Step emphasis? 
          Because RedCliff’s therapeutic core is the same from group to group, the administrative team is able to move a student as clinically recommended taking advantage of group dynamics or even the physical features of wilderness, such as Outpost.
          “That flexibility definitely gives us an advantage of therapeutic interventions other programs don’t have,” he says.
          Before field staff begin their shifts they meet with the therapist and go over each case. The therapist provides written instructions that outline the specific needs for each student and any assignments for the coming week.
          “Those instructions become a therapeutic template for the week’s experience,” Doc Dan explains.
          In the field, the therapist meets with field staff prior to meeting with the student. Field staff provide an update on the week’s events and share critical observations.
          After the student therapy session, the field staff and therapist meet again to make any modifications to the treatment plan.
          Each week clinicians meet as a team to review their caseloads with their peers. They exchange ideas and provide feedback for enhancing therapy.  
          Doc Dan says on-going communication throughout the program requires close coordination. But it definitely works.  Just ask the mother of that student who finished, and finished strong.
 

Parent Narratives

July 17th, 2009

One of the unique facets of the RedCliff therapeutic experience is the Parent Narratives. Parents use the narratives to tell the story of their child from the child’s very earliest beginnings. While their student is working on his autobiography through phase work in the field, parents are re-constructing the child’s life in writing. It’s an exercise that is unique to RedCliff with specific therapeutic benefits to both parent and child.

            “The narratives are not a lecture, they’re not a letter, they’re not a newsy. They’re a fairly structured story that is told in an elemental fashion so that the child is hearing the story of their life when they are in a place to actually hear it,” Doc Dan explains.

            “It surprises me to find kids that really don’t have that sense of what was happening at the time that their parents decided for them to be born,” he continues. “What was happening during their mother’s pregnancy with them? What was going on in the family? What were the kinds of things that the parents were doing? Usually a child doesn’t know that. They don’t know even the story about for instance how did they come to be named the name that they have, those kinds of things”

            According to Doc Dan, students on Developmental Vacation ™, who insist on maintaining their fantasy world, can’t allow themselves to hear the truth. For the fantasy to continue, they must see their parents only as obstacles in their path to freedom.

            “We find that once we have disrupted that dynamic and the child is actually in a place where they’re not just worrying about what they are going to say to argue, that it’s easier for them to hear the story and it becomes therapeutically very valuable,” Doc Dan explains. 

            Parents complete the narratives on line in RedCliff’s exclusive Parent Portal. Each narrative lists the correlating questions the student is responding to in the field. Then parents are asked to respond to their set of questions.

            Therapists print the narratives and take them to the field where they are read to the students.

            “We want them read in the adult voice because this is actually coming from the child’s parents,” Doc Dan says. “In a way, the parents now have a voice in that therapy session.”

            Just observing the child’s reaction as he hears the narrative often provides the therapist with valuable insight. So, too, does the parent’s willingness or unwillingness to complete the narratives.

            “In those relationships where the parents are separated or in those relationships where there’s been some alienation within the family, what happens with the Parent Narratives is that they recreate that relationship for us in real time while the child is in the field, even though the parent is not there,” Doc Dan explains. “Then we can move it in that direction and allow them to understand, here’s the reality of your life. Where do we go from here?”

            He admits the narratives are a lot of work and most parents are relieved when their assignments are completed. But he also hears parents tell him time and again how much the Parent Narratives have helped them understand their relationship with their child.

Watch the video on Parent Narratives at redcliffascent.com/videos

Ben – Then and Now

May 6th, 2009

Good morning,

I was just explaining to my co-workers that I spent 54 days outside of St.George, Utah. Shortly after that I looked you up on Google. I just wanted to make a comment regarding my experience at Red Cliff Ascent:

1995 I was 17 years old. I thought being bad was cool. Therefore I did everything I was told not to! I was sent to a lock up institiuion in Alabama for 30 days, that didn’t work! Then my father found Red Cliff Ascent and I was blindfolded shortly after and dropped off in the middle of nowhere with a group of “trouble makers”. Those 54 days made a significant change in my life. It didn’t happen over night, but I am proud to say that I learned a lot about my self and was a different person. My name at Red Cliff Ascent was Rising Feather and my favorite mentor was named “Quick Arrow”. Today I am a branch manager, director of Marketing, Sales and Business Development here in Bozeman, Montana. I am originally from Ohio and fell in love with West after being in Red Cliff Ascent. Just wanted to let you know you made a differnce in my life and I wanted to say THANK YOU! I am now a father and if my son was as bad as me, he will be coming to you!

Thank you very much.

Ben

Choose Wisely

February 20th, 2009

Last week the Associated Press carried a story about two Pennsylvania judges accused of gross misconduct in their handling of juvenile cases. Essentially, the judges are accused of taking kickbacks from local juvenile “lockups.” That same day the Salt Lake Tribune reported a Congressional panel has approved a bill that would boost federal regulations on residential programs for troubled teens, including wilderness programs.

Which leads to the question, just how should you pick a program for your child and who should have authority to monitor that program?

As one parent put it, “Everything looks good on the Internet.” Websites alone aren’t enough to make a good choice. Educational consultants who visit programs and understand therapeutic approaches can be a trusted resource.  But another parent shared this advice: ”Visit the program. Talk to the kids. Talk to the staff. Ask yourself if it feels right for your child.”

Congress is certain to continue the push to mandate and regulate. In Utah, RedCliff has led the effort to develop effective state regulation that demands program accountability and protects children and providers. The RedCliff staff and the State of Utah have worked together for years to fine tune an effective regulation strategy.  Parents, children, and programs will be best served by this type of localized approach.

Regardless of what happens in Washington, this is an important discussion parents must have with the providers of programs they are considering.

The Tools to Become Strong

August 22nd, 2008

Hey, my name is James “Krazy Koyote.”  I went to RedCliff when I was 17 years old. I’ve never taken the time to actually let the staff know how much it changed my life.  Now, five years later, I notice the impact it had on my life.

I admit that when I came home I was worse than before because I was mad. But you guys gave me the tools to deal with the messes I made for myself. I remember Doc Dan sooo well. I remember how we’d argue and I remember how he had this ability to make me see things without telling me.

I just want you guys to know that I’m doing well now. I got in a motorcycle accident last year and almost was killed a few times. If I hadn’t gone to RCA I think the way I handled those life changing experiences would have been a lot differently.

Now I’m enrolled in college and working on becoming an X-ray tech.  I don’t give RCA the credit, but I do hold them responsible for giving me the tools to strengthen myself as an individual and make myself a strong man. I no longer look to other people for help or blame other people for the things that have happened to me. I accept responsibility for my actions, then I change myself for the better.