A Picasso, The Fiddler and an Original Piece was Purchased and Donated to Memorial Hospital in York, PA Several Years ago by Michele DeMeo
Michele DeMeo
Global Award Winning Healthcare and SPD Subject Matter Expert, Strategist, Innovator, Consultant, Humanitarian, Author/Columist, FDA: SGE, EPA Licensed. INTJ. Legal Consultant.
When you support visionaries and concepts or plans you believe in, you give it your all, I believe.
Originally, I donated it anonymously, for various reasons. However, I wanted the to world to know where it is and why. It's important to its various pieces' core meaning.
The Fiddler represents a constant, happy and optimistic view of its current and future journey. I never just buy something to buy it. I give deep thought into my gifts or previous donations to Memorial Hospital and particularly this one.
I believed to my core that the replacement hospital would come to be one way or another, but always guided by its primary visionary and safeguard- its CEO, Sally J Dixon. Knowing this, I recognized that the path to succeeding may shift and likely be often hard and difficult for all involved, primarily to its ultimate guiding leader.
The Fiddlers' life was just that, but remained happy, dancing, practicing his instrument and along the gathering flowers to remind himself of flowering growth, even after, perhaps the death of different flower. However, a new-admittedly different one, would come in its place. Not much different than Memorials CEO, Sally had and continues to have shift gears when unexpected bumps or influences arises unexpectedly.
Perhaps the end result of the new replacement hospital would be and look completely different than orginally conceived of, but it would occur and I knew it would be done in a manner to grow healthly in the future...down a forward and progressive path, but like the intended life Picasso tried to craft into the subtly markings of his rendition of a path maker, a leader.
I am revealing who bought the Picasso for MH because I hope if I live one day can lay my eyes on it again. That for an opening day, i might be invited to see the dream made tangible as i not just poured my work, soul, heart, but money into someones dream I believed in. Yes, it was a necessity, but truly the steps and path from when planning started occurred before i was even an employee. It was and has been a long haul for all, but can you even try to imagine the woman ultimately responsible? I cannot. The cost, i would imagine, because she still had run the current facility, likely came/comes at varies prices and costs, personally and professionally. But Sally Dixon is making it happen when many doubted. A sentiment to her overall character, even when i know im no longer likely respected or liked by her. For me, i can put my hurt aside and say out loud her achievements so out weigh any potential flaw or unwillingness to try to fix a misunderstanding, especially from someone so minor in the history of Memorial.
As for seeing The Fiddler, i really do hope for a single day i might be granted to see the realization of the new facility and more importantly so my nieces can and the community of York and beyond. May it one day be proudly hung as symbol of belief that anything with hard work and integrity can be achieved, especially when following and truly supporting a guiding leader...
The new facility will be the result of unknown sacrifices by many and mostly its leader. But in the end i hope Sally stands back and smiles at what a single woman with determination, besides her experience and intellect can accomplish as this new home will be able to grow well, like a beautiful tree long after thoughtful hands put the final touches on the first part of what is to be. And I hope The Fiddler is huge to be viewed as the symbol as intended and place, as i have obviously changed my mind, please include my name is next to the Picasso as its donor as i was proud to have briefly worked there, believed in its longevity and leader. But, oh, how it changed who i became in thinking beyond the immediate enviroment or situation. A gift. By Michele DeMeo