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Facility Question and Answers / Re: Unita Academy, Wellsville, UT
« on: June 14, 2010, 05:34:34 PM »
I am responding to the site because I was talking with my dad, Jeff Simpson, this weekend and he mentioned to me he had just recently been informed of it by a parent and after checking it out was very disappointed. After I checked out, I wasn’t disappointed, I was angry! Just so you know I am not some young immature woman who had to attend program after program!!! I am a mother of three beautiful, smart, and caring girls, my oldest a teenager. I have a degree in Health Science and am now working on my BSN.
I can’t respond to some of the comments made by these moms nor do I know the young woman that made the comments about Uinta and my dad, but I do know my dad and mom. They are two of the most compassionate and giving people you will ever meet. I need to make some comments about the 5 program woman’s statements. They are so out of character for my dad as to be ridiculous. When the first girls came to Uinta they actually lived with my parents on our farm. As the program expanded my parents moved out, giving the farm up to the program. Both my dad and I have Celiac disease. We have always been careful about what we eat and consequently, have developed some “favorite” brands. As with most families, my parents have certain brands of food they prefer. One is Hunts ketchup, also, Best Mayo (we weren’t a Miracle Whip family), Campbell’s soup, Lays potato chip, Jif peanut butter and so on. My dad also likes to make jokes. He is very quick witted and funny. I can definitely see him making a joking comment about Heinz ketchup and politics. I can also tell you that he never tried to influence our political ideas and I know he wouldn’t do that in his program. He has always encouraged all of us kids to form our own, well thought out and researched, opinions. I also know he was a huge supporter of Hillary Clinton in the last election and donated heavily to her campaign! Last I checked, she is definitely NOT a Republican! So this young woman has no clue what she’s talking about. Also, my father would have never made the “garbage disposal” comment, she claims. He raised 3 daughters and a son and was always very sensitive to food/eating issues! Say what she may, it’s just not true. Lastly, he would never abuse any animal, especially one of his horses! I have seen him cry when a horse had to be put down. I have seen him stay up all night with a sick horse in the middle of the winter. I’ve seen him stop on the roadside on the way to church and cross a muddy field in his best suit to free a neighbor’s horse that was tangled in barb wire.
Just a few other things about my parents. Some people try to portray people like them as greedy. We didn’t buy our first home until I was 16 years old, because my parents spent most of their career, working for non-profit organizations that didn’t pay well, helping underprivileged and unwanted children and adolescents. At one time my dad worked in a program that tried to PREVENT children from having to leave their homes by sending a “family preservation” therapist to work with the family in their home. I remember one Christmas, early in the morning, he got a phone call from one of his families that was in a crisis. He immediately went over to their home and didn’t return until late that evening! They have dedicated their lives to helping children and their families; and for a few people to try and tarnish their work and their names is despicable!
One last thing to show you the character of my father. He always wanted a farm, so many years ago we were able to buy a small farm in Northern Utah. The place where they eventually started Uinta. The gentleman we bought it from was very old and when the time came for us to move in, he refused to leave. We had to leave our home as the new residents were to move in. It was early fall and school had just started so we moved a borrowed camp trailer under the hay barn on the property and moved into it waiting for the elderly gentleman to move out. He kept insisting it would be a “few weeks.” We soon realized he had no intention to move out. Sometimes he would unhook our water hose attached to the trailer or unplug the electrical cord attached to an outside outlet. My dad never said a word, never got mad, and never confronted this old man. He would say, he’s old, he’s attached to the farm and it’s hard for him to leave. My dad could have legally had him removed, but he never considered that. Do you know how difficult it can be for a family of six to live in a small camp trailer, especially under those circumstances? Well, you get through it with a LOT of patience and love. About three months after we got there, the old man passed away and 2 days later, after his family moved his belongings, we moved in to the home! That is the kind of compassion my father has for people. I doubt many other people, especially those that blog on these sites would have been as understanding and compassionate.
To those who read this, that is who my parents are. Granted I’m their daughter, but everything I’ve posted is true.
I’ll finish with a story my dad told us as little kids. There once was this Indian tribe and in the tribe was a woman who liked to talk about other people. It didn’t matter if the gossip was true or not, she always had something negative to say about other people. After years of this she was ostracized by everyone in the tribe and no one would talk to her, so she went to the wise Chief for advice, asking him how she can take back her words. He told her that when everyone was asleep that night, he wanted her to put a feather outside each of the teepees of anyone she had ever talked negatively about. That night she did so, placing a feather in front of every teepee in camp. However, during the night a huge storm came in and blew the feathers to the four corners of the world. In the morning she went to the wise Chief and told him that she had placed the feathers as she was instructed, but that a storm had blown them away. He told her to retrieve each and every one of the feathers. She said she could not, it would be impossible. He responded, and so shall it be to take back all the things you spoke of others!
Interestingly, one of the bloggers on this site named their first child after my father; another made ridiculous and untrue claims. Maybe blogging on this site says more about the people who blog here than it says about who they are blogging about!
I can’t respond to some of the comments made by these moms nor do I know the young woman that made the comments about Uinta and my dad, but I do know my dad and mom. They are two of the most compassionate and giving people you will ever meet. I need to make some comments about the 5 program woman’s statements. They are so out of character for my dad as to be ridiculous. When the first girls came to Uinta they actually lived with my parents on our farm. As the program expanded my parents moved out, giving the farm up to the program. Both my dad and I have Celiac disease. We have always been careful about what we eat and consequently, have developed some “favorite” brands. As with most families, my parents have certain brands of food they prefer. One is Hunts ketchup, also, Best Mayo (we weren’t a Miracle Whip family), Campbell’s soup, Lays potato chip, Jif peanut butter and so on. My dad also likes to make jokes. He is very quick witted and funny. I can definitely see him making a joking comment about Heinz ketchup and politics. I can also tell you that he never tried to influence our political ideas and I know he wouldn’t do that in his program. He has always encouraged all of us kids to form our own, well thought out and researched, opinions. I also know he was a huge supporter of Hillary Clinton in the last election and donated heavily to her campaign! Last I checked, she is definitely NOT a Republican! So this young woman has no clue what she’s talking about. Also, my father would have never made the “garbage disposal” comment, she claims. He raised 3 daughters and a son and was always very sensitive to food/eating issues! Say what she may, it’s just not true. Lastly, he would never abuse any animal, especially one of his horses! I have seen him cry when a horse had to be put down. I have seen him stay up all night with a sick horse in the middle of the winter. I’ve seen him stop on the roadside on the way to church and cross a muddy field in his best suit to free a neighbor’s horse that was tangled in barb wire.
Just a few other things about my parents. Some people try to portray people like them as greedy. We didn’t buy our first home until I was 16 years old, because my parents spent most of their career, working for non-profit organizations that didn’t pay well, helping underprivileged and unwanted children and adolescents. At one time my dad worked in a program that tried to PREVENT children from having to leave their homes by sending a “family preservation” therapist to work with the family in their home. I remember one Christmas, early in the morning, he got a phone call from one of his families that was in a crisis. He immediately went over to their home and didn’t return until late that evening! They have dedicated their lives to helping children and their families; and for a few people to try and tarnish their work and their names is despicable!
One last thing to show you the character of my father. He always wanted a farm, so many years ago we were able to buy a small farm in Northern Utah. The place where they eventually started Uinta. The gentleman we bought it from was very old and when the time came for us to move in, he refused to leave. We had to leave our home as the new residents were to move in. It was early fall and school had just started so we moved a borrowed camp trailer under the hay barn on the property and moved into it waiting for the elderly gentleman to move out. He kept insisting it would be a “few weeks.” We soon realized he had no intention to move out. Sometimes he would unhook our water hose attached to the trailer or unplug the electrical cord attached to an outside outlet. My dad never said a word, never got mad, and never confronted this old man. He would say, he’s old, he’s attached to the farm and it’s hard for him to leave. My dad could have legally had him removed, but he never considered that. Do you know how difficult it can be for a family of six to live in a small camp trailer, especially under those circumstances? Well, you get through it with a LOT of patience and love. About three months after we got there, the old man passed away and 2 days later, after his family moved his belongings, we moved in to the home! That is the kind of compassion my father has for people. I doubt many other people, especially those that blog on these sites would have been as understanding and compassionate.
To those who read this, that is who my parents are. Granted I’m their daughter, but everything I’ve posted is true.
I’ll finish with a story my dad told us as little kids. There once was this Indian tribe and in the tribe was a woman who liked to talk about other people. It didn’t matter if the gossip was true or not, she always had something negative to say about other people. After years of this she was ostracized by everyone in the tribe and no one would talk to her, so she went to the wise Chief for advice, asking him how she can take back her words. He told her that when everyone was asleep that night, he wanted her to put a feather outside each of the teepees of anyone she had ever talked negatively about. That night she did so, placing a feather in front of every teepee in camp. However, during the night a huge storm came in and blew the feathers to the four corners of the world. In the morning she went to the wise Chief and told him that she had placed the feathers as she was instructed, but that a storm had blown them away. He told her to retrieve each and every one of the feathers. She said she could not, it would be impossible. He responded, and so shall it be to take back all the things you spoke of others!
Interestingly, one of the bloggers on this site named their first child after my father; another made ridiculous and untrue claims. Maybe blogging on this site says more about the people who blog here than it says about who they are blogging about!