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Think Anchor Deep Th ere is a wide variety of possibilities, opportunities and chances that can bring the philosophy of Delta Gamma into the daily lives of our members. Th is handbook serves as a compilation of visionary thoughts, quotations and poems by noteworthy people and Delta Gamma members to provide inspiration on a variety of subjects refl ecting our mission. 2011 edition CONTENTS for hope. (page 3) Th rough service, leadership, mentoring and friendship opportunities, our members are able to develop individually while advancing the organization as a whole. Service Leadership Mentoring & Teamwork Friendship Hopes & Dreams for strength. (page 23) Honesty, truth, responsibility, accountability and our high quality of character help to create the strong, talented women of Delta Gamma. Honesty & Integrity Truth Responsiblity Perseverance & Hard Work From Our Founders Sisterhood Motivation & Inspiration Character Life Lessons for life. (page 50) Th rough legacy and loyalty, Delta Gamma continues to grow, achieve, thrive and succeed. We are rich in heritage and tradition, and our Delta Gamma pride empowers us to forever “Do Good.” Patriotism Legacy Achievement & Success Love & Happiness “Do Good” Loyalty & Devotion Heritage & Tradition Rituals Membership for a Lifetime DG Refl ections Personal Refl ections Th rough service, leadership, . mentoring and friendship for hope opportunities, our members are able to develop individually while advancing the organization as a whole. Service..............................................................................................................................4 Leadership.................................................................................................................................7 Mentoring & Teamwork.......................................................................................................................10 Friendship..........................................................................................................................13 Hopes & Dreams..................................................................................................................................20 3 philanthropy work at the Blind Childrens Center on service ... “In the fi rst half of the 19th century, Delta Gammas searched for a united philanthropic cause. They wrote letters to their national offi cers, talked among themselves, and even addressed the Convention body in 1936 to go on record as desiring a national altruistic project: ‘There were three openings for worthy giving: We may give brains, or time or money. Work for the blind is an opportunity for all those who feel that service is some part of the privilege of being a member of Delta Gamma.’” Cleveland alumnae chapter report from 1929 — 4 for hope. SERVICE Starfi sh “Th e smallest good deed is better than the “Th e park bench was deserted as I sat down As an old man walked along the beach at grandest intention.” to read. Beneath the long, straggly branches dawn one morning, he noticed a young girl —Unknown of an old willow tree. Disillusioned by life up ahead of him picking up starfi sh and with good reason to frown, for the world fl inging them into the sea. Finally catching “Volunteers have style. Th ey are fi ercely was intent on dragging me down. And if up to the girl, the man asked her why she independent. If you have to ask how that weren’t enough to ruin my day, a young was doing this. much they cost, you can’t aff ord them. boy out of breath approached me, tired Th e girl answered that the stranded Th ey are part of an aristocratic era that is from play. He stood right before me with his starfi sh would die if left there in the disappearing from the American scene—a head tilted down. morning sun. luxury in a world that has become very And said with great excitement, ‘Look “But the beach goes on for miles, and practical. Th ey are civilization, at least the what I found!’ In his hand was a fl ower, and there millions of starfi sh,” quibbled the old only part worth talking about. Th ey are what a pitiful sight, with its petals all worn— man. the only human beings on the face of this not enough rain, or too little light. Wanting “How can your eff ort make and Earth who refl ect this nation’s compassion, him to take his dead fl ower and go off to diff erence?” unselfi shness, caring, patience, need and play, I faked a small smile and then shifted Th e girl looked down at the starfi sh in her love for on another. Th eir very presence away. But instead of retreating he sat next hand before throwing it into the safety of transcends politics, religion and ethnic to my side and placed the fl ower to his nose the ocean waves. backgrounds. Th ey are a luxury too often and declared with overacted surprise, ‘It sure “It makes a diff erence to this one,” she said. taken for granted. It frightens me, somehow, smells pretty and it's beautiful, too. Th at's —Unknown to imagine what the world would be why I picked it; here, it's for you.’ Th e weed without them.” before me was dying or dead. Not vibrant Th e Bridge Builder —Erma Bombeck of colors: orange, yellow or red. But I knew An old man, going along a highway, I must take it, or he might never leave. So Came at evening, cold and gray, “Nobody could make a greater mistake than I reached for the fl ower, and replied, ‘Just To a chasm, vast and deep and wide, he who did nothing because he could only what I need.’ Th rough which was fl owing a sullen tide. do a little.” But instead of him placing the fl ower in Th e old man crossed in the twilight dim: —Edmund Burke my hand, He held it mid-air without reason Th e sullen stream had no fears for him. or plan. It was then that I noticed for the But he turned when safe on the other side “Th e practice of loving kindness must fi nd very fi rst time what the weed-toting boy And built a bridge to span the tide. its root deep within us. Th e story is told that could not see: he was blind. I heard my “Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near, Gandhi once settled in a village and at once voice quiver; tears shone in the sun. As I “You are wasting strength with building began serving the needs of the villagers who thanked him for picking the very best one. here; lived there. A friend inquired if Gandhi’s ‘You're welcome,’ he smiled, and then ran Your journey will end with each ending day. objectives in serving the poor were purely off to play. You never again must pass this way; humanitarian. Gandhi replied, ‘Not at all. I Unaware of the impact he’d had on my You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide, am here to serve no one else but myself, do day. I sat there and wondered how he Why build you the bridge at evening tide?” I fi nd my own self-realization through the managed to see. A self-pitying woman Th e builder lifted his old gray head. service of these village folk.’ beneath an old willow tree. How did he “Good friend, in the path that I have come,” As Gandhi wisely points out, even as we know of my self-indulged plight? Perhaps He said, “Th ere followeth after me today serve others we are working on ourselves; from his heart, he’d been blessed with true A youth whose feet must pass this way. every act, every word, every gesture of sight. Th rough the eyes of a blind child, at Th is chasm that has been naught to me. genuine compassion naturally nourishes last I could see the problem was not with To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be. our own hearts as well. It is not a question the world; the problem was me. He, too, must cross in the twilight dim; of who is healed fi rst. When we attend to And for all of those times I myself had Good friend, I am building the bridge for Him.” ourselves with compassion and mercy, more been blind, I vowed to see the beauty in life, —Will Allen Dromgoole healing is made available for others. And and appreciate every second that’s mine. when we serve others with an open and And then I held that wilted fl ower up to “Remember, if you ever need a helping generous heart, great healing comes to us.” my nose and breathed in the fragrance of a hand, you will fi nd one at the end of each —Wayne Muller beautiful rose. of your arms. As you grow older, you will And smiled as I watched that young boy, discover that you have two hands – one “Th e heart is happiest when it beats for another weed in his hand, about to change for helping yourself, and one for helping others.” the life of an unsuspecting old man.” others.” —Unknown —Unknown —Unknown 5 for hope. SERVICE “We’re one, but we’re not the same. We get “Never doubt that a small group of “Life is not made up of great sacrifi ces or to carry each other.” thoughtful, committed citizens can change duties, but of the little things of which —U2 the world; indeed, it’s the only thing that smiles and kindnesses and small obligations, ever has.” given habitually, are what win and preserve “We began by imagining that we are giving —Margaret Mead the heart.” to them; we end by realizing that they have —Sir Humphry Davy enriched us.” “We must be full of life if we are going to —Pope John Paul II make life fuller for others.” “One of the best ways for us to feel —David Sawyer important is to be of service to others.” “Do all the good you can, by all the means —Paul S.

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