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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Fri, 12 Mar 2010 16:57:39 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Crisis Prevention Institute Blog</title><subtitle>Crisis Prevention Institute (CPI) Blog</subtitle><id>http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/atom.xml"/><updated>2010-01-08T13:55:12Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.9.2 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>2010: A Fresh Start</title><category term="Making a Difference"/><id>http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/2010-a-fresh-start.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/2010-a-fresh-start.html"/><author><name>Dan Lonigro</name></author><published>2010-01-08T13:38:21Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:38:21Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[It&#8217;s a new year and a new decade and time for some new ideas and a fresh start. Unfortunately for me, I&#8217;ve got the same old baggage as last year. I&#8217;m not talking about the kind you put your socks in either. The same travel issues that left me saying &#8220;good riddance&#8221; to 2009 have cropped up to greet me in 2010. The delayed flight that I finished last year with decided to hang on and smack me down with my first flight of this year. It&#8217;s actually worse because the delay turned into a cancelled flight that left me scrambling for options.
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Challenged on Arrival Part 2</title><id>http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/challenged-on-arrival-part-2.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/challenged-on-arrival-part-2.html"/><author><name>Dan Lonigro</name></author><published>2009-12-18T22:33:01Z</published><updated>2009-12-18T22:33:01Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[The E.R. nurse held a steely-eyed glare as she pummeled me with her first challenging question. She wanted to see me quiver, quake and then quit. She wanted to hear me suffer, stutter and stammer. But I held my ground, looked her right in the eye and said…., &#8220;Oh, we’re not experts on anxiety. Thanks for your question.&#8221; I went back to my flipchart and continued to write out the term. Check and mate, or so I thought.
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Challenged On Arrival</title><category term="Making a Difference"/><id>http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/challenged-on-arrival.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/challenged-on-arrival.html"/><author><name>Dan Lonigro</name></author><published>2009-12-15T19:15:10Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T19:15:10Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[One of the requirements for participants to be certified to teach the Nonviolent Crisis Intervention course is to pass a comprehensive, written final exam. One of the last questions on the exam queries the exam taker to describe one method they would use to deal with a challenging question from one of their own participants. This was an area that I struggled with at the beginning of my employ as a Professional Staff Instructor.
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>You Can't Spell L-E-A-R-N-I-N-G Without Safety</title><category term="Making a Difference"/><id>http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/you-cant-spell-l-e-a-r-n-i-n-g-without-safety.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/you-cant-spell-l-e-a-r-n-i-n-g-without-safety.html"/><author><name>Dan Lonigro</name></author><published>2009-11-30T14:57:00Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T14:57:00Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Had an eventful Thanksgiving holiday week to say the least. In addition to the usual activities and events, my father had a heart attack. Luckily, it was a mild one and the doctors reported that there was no damage to the heart. He had to have bypass surgery however and that certainly added to our already anxious state. It got me thinking about how precious the Care, Welfare, Safety, and SecuritySM of family and home really are. Our usual Thanksgiving feast and protocol took a back seat to my father&#8217;s care and welfare of course. Without that as a priority no one in my family would have felt very safe and secure.
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Cats and Dogs: The Final Chapter</title><category term="Travelogue"/><id>http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/cats-and-dogs-the-final-chapter.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/cats-and-dogs-the-final-chapter.html"/><author><name>Dan Lonigro</name></author><published>2009-11-18T17:24:27Z</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:24:27Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[I figure that a one-day (more like one hour as that is how long the drive will take me) car rental, even with the drop off fee can’t be too awful expensive. I figured wrong. They want 240 dollars. I really hate it when companies try to put the squeeze on me, especially when I look so squeezable, not to mention exhausted and pathetic. I refuse just on principle and the agent tells me that he doesn’t blame me. He also shares with me that his cousin, who just happens to be five minutes away and just happens to have a taxi, can take me to Mitchell for much better cheap price my friend. I am amazed by the sheer luck I have of finding an agent who has a cousin with a taxi right around the corner. What are the odds?!
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>You Want How Much for a Rental?!</title><category term="Travelogue"/><id>http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/you-want-how-much-for-a-rental.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/you-want-how-much-for-a-rental.html"/><author><name>Dan Lonigro</name></author><published>2009-11-12T16:54:57Z</published><updated>2009-11-12T16:54:57Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Had to quickly go back through security to try and catch the next outbound flight to Chicago as it was starting to board in ten minutes. I did not want any delays. But that is usually precisely when you get them. The screeners had to put my carry-on bag through the scanner again. Up the stairs to the tram to try to get to the next terminal on time. You know you are in a big airport when you have to take a miniature train to get to your plane. Such is the nature of travel. Get to the terminal, hop off the tram, bound down the escalator with fingers crossed. At the gate I find I am in luck! The monitor displays the stand-by pecking order and I find I am 29th! Yeah baby. This is the equivalent of your would-be date telling you that she would love to go to the prom with you just as long as Ray, Bob, Vince, Tony, Dennis or Ramone don’t ask her first.
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Cats and Dogs in the Desert...Continued</title><category term="Travelogue"/><id>http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/cats-and-dogs-in-the-desertcontinued.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/cats-and-dogs-in-the-desertcontinued.html"/><author><name>Dan Lonigro</name></author><published>2009-11-06T15:02:28Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T15:02:28Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[This installment:  The Non-existent Flight Crew

How did I end up like this?

It all started in Dallas. I was supposed to be on a direct flight (the Professional Staff Instructors’ best friend) to Milwaukee getting in at a most respectable hour. I was actually excited that for once I would be home before 10 pm. But red flags were raised when my flight at DFW didn’t board the customary half hour before take-off.
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Cats and Dogs in the Desert</title><category term="Travelogue"/><id>http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/cats-and-dogs-in-the-desert.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/cats-and-dogs-in-the-desert.html"/><author><name>Dan Lonigro</name></author><published>2009-10-30T19:14:00Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:14:00Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[It’s amazing what you have to do to get home nowadays. As I write this it is one o’clock in the morning on a Friday and I’m sitting in a taxi going from Chicago’s O’hare airport to Milwaukee’s General Mitchell airport. I’m sitting in my undershirt because the taxi driver’s heater is broken and cannot be turned down from its hottest temperature. Even when he turns it to the coldest setting, it’s as hot as blazes.
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Goals and Objectives</title><category term="Making a Difference"/><id>http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/goals-and-objectives.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/goals-and-objectives.html"/><author><name>Dan Lonigro</name></author><published>2009-10-19T20:50:11Z</published><updated>2009-10-19T20:50:11Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[I received an email from one of our Certified Instructors in Texas recently. She asked how to go about making a plan for improvement within her hospital in relation to violence prevention. She inquired as to what should be included in an overall crisis intervention plan. After some preliminary Q & A we began taking on the area of objectives.
]]></summary></entry><entry><title>Too Late to Change a Decision</title><category term="Making a Difference"/><id>http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/too-late-to-change-a-decision.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.crisisprevention.com/blog/too-late-to-change-a-decision.html"/><author><name>Dan Lonigro</name></author><published>2009-10-12T21:00:19Z</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:00:19Z</updated><summary type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[Jason had been staying at the alternative school for a couple of weeks. The school also served as his home. A residential setting with educational opportunities. He had been sent there by his mother who had, although not given up on Jason, was at her wits end as to how to manage his behavior. Despite the fact that he never hurt his mother, she reasoned to herself that her son needed some positive role models in his life and could certainly use help academically. He had been failing most of his courses his freshman year in high school and could not pull out of the tailspin he was in. She felt that they were out of options.
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