Martin Daugherty, Jr. Initiated:
Home Lodge: Twilight #114 A.F & A.M. (Life)
Past Master, 1979-80
Establishing Librarian, 78
Dual Membership: Olive Branch #114 A.F. & A.M. (Hon.)
Secretary, 1989; Chair, 175th -1993
Lodge Education Officer, 1991-94
Lodge: Comm. On Lodges U.D.
Community Service + P.R. District Officer - Virginia
Member; The Philalethes Society, (Life) since 83
International Research Society
Official Rep. - 1989-90
The Phylaxis Society[Prince Hall], (Life) since March 91
Masonic Service Assn. Past Deputy Rep.
Listed in 'Who's Who in Freemasonry" (International) 1984,86 & 97
Author of numerous articles + aphorism's in:
Lodge visits include:
Ritualist, Librarian, Author,. Certificate of Appreciation, 1983
A Founder/petitioner-SR Research Society(life), May 91
of Freemasonry Universal [kofu33.org], A Founder (life)
Education: BS Agricultural Economics, May 1974
Founder, President of the Board and Executive Director of the
Loudoun County Transportation Association (a nonprofit).
Created a public
transportation system in
The United Way of the National Capital Area.
(Includes agencies in
A founding Director and Administrator of the Dulles Board of Trade, Dulles International
Marketing Specialist in Economic Development,
Agriculture Department for the State of
Statistician: USDA's Statistical Reporting Service
Chess Teacher and Wrestling Coach
A Founder of two UU Churches
Chairman for varies community groups.
Organized Special Events.
Campaign worker for Congressmen, Delegates, and Senators.
Held elected public office.
on the State of
Military: Non-Commissioned Officer In Charge of a Personnel & Finance Section, USAR.
Research Assistant: USDA's Biological Control of Insects Research Lab..
Honors & Awards:
Who’s Who in America 2003 [Pending}
Who's Who in Emerging Leaders 1993 & 1994
People Who Make a Difference Award 1993
United Way Appreciation Certificates 1990 & 1991
Who's who in the East 1987
Who's Who in Association Management 1986, 1995 & 1997
David M. Daugherty Jr. Harford Leadership Academy 2002
I have been fortunate to be living out the Chinese curse, “Have an interesting Life”.
To glean Leadership tidbits to pass on to you, let me play Russian roulette through my life and hopefully something may strike you.
As a Son I learned that you don’t provoke!
As a Clown I learned that someone is always watching + waiting for a good laugh!
As a Magician I learned that it may not be nice to fool folks, but it’s better than being fooled yourself!
As an outdoors man, I learned that everything follows a path!
As a Wrestler, I leaned that even Big boy’s fall!
As a Solider, I learned that you do not have to do anything to be shot at!
As a Horse trainer, I learned that the harder they are to break, the better the horse!
As a Statistician, I learned that opportunity is synonymous with positioning!
As a Researcher, I learned that, slow, keen; observation can save you a lot of time!
As a Clergy, I learned that everyone has a good sermon, but you have to get it out!
As a Chess player I learned that you should play the game because you love it, winning will follow!
As a Teacher I learned that you may not always get the lesson across, but you get to set the stage!
As a CEO I learned that you can accomplish anything, if you do not care who gets the credit!
As a Foreigner, I learned that you should always learn at least a few polite phrases in the native tongue, eat the native dishes, and smile!
As an Author, I learned that the more you share the more you’ll learn of life!
As a Writer I learned that life is not all physical, even these inert words have sparks dancing in your mind!
As a Planner I learned that today plans + actions may take many, many years before they happen!
As an Economist, I learned that not only is diversity good, it is better!
As a philanthropist, I learned that, only what you have done for others lives beyond the grave!
As for being disabled I learned that persistence is more important than education or genius!
As for being blind + deaf, I learned that you can see and hear better!
As for being mortal, I learned that everyone will always leave something undone!
[published in the Scottish rite Journal/New Age; by, David M. Daugherty,Jr.]
Masonic support during a Brother's serious illness and recovery teaches him the meaning of Brotherhood.
I first recall talking about Freemasonry with a co‑worker. I was working a part‑time job to put myself through college. There I found a good friend who was a Mason, and I soon was off to seek membership for myself. Suddenly, a new world opened for me as friends and professors came out as Masons to me to help me pursue my desire for Masonic Light.
Initiation struck me like a blow. I strongly remember mentally saying to myself, "Ah‑ha, I have finally found a group of men who think as I do!" My new discovery was so pleasing that I wasted no time becoming active in the Fraternity. I began reading everything I could lay my hands on that bad the word Masonry in it. My wife must have thought this quite unusual for I had never before been a bookworm.
I joined the Scottish Rite and served as a ritualist. In the Shrine, I become a down. In Blue Lodge, I started through the chairs. Freemasonry became a major part of my life.
Then my life really changed! I was diagnosed with a brain tumor at the juncture of my brain and spinal column. The doctor informed me that I had three months to live or about a three percent chance of survival on the operating table. Then, if successful, there would be years of therapy ahead without the promise of ever returning to full health.
Without hesitation, I chose the table. As this life‑and‑death situation progressed, my thoughts turned more and more to my wife. To whom could she turn?
My fears were calmed by the reassurance of Brethren. The operation was some 23 years ago, and since that time my journey has made many interesting turns. I owe a lot to the men who chose to become Masons and who live that life. Thus it is important for me to share the story of my recovery, a journey during which I was assisted by my Masonic Brethren, and that is what I am doing by writing this account.
The surgery left me comatose for several weeks and dependent on life‑support systems. As I regained consciousness, my eyes could not move, and I could communicate in only very minimal ways. However, I was totally aware of what was going on around me. I could tell who came in, what they did, and what they said. To some I was nothing more than a hunk of protoplasm on a bed. While I was in this state, there were two most memorable occurrences that I wish to share.
Every morning the nurses communicated with me by having me wiggle my toes for them. One particular morning, the nurse who attended me must have had a rough night. When she came in to change MY sheets, she threw me around like a sack of potatoes. To teach her a lesson, I didn't wiggle my toes upon her command. Her reaction was perfect! When I did not respond to her request, she ran out of the room screaming for the doctor for whom, of course, I wiggled my toes.
The second incident took place during a visit by my wife and her cousin. My wife was not taking the situation well, and her cousin was determined to cheer her up by creating communication among the three of us. As they gathered by the side of the bed, my wife's cousin was talking a mile a minute and trying everything she could to stir me. Finally, they decided to kiss me to see if any of the many monitors registering my vital signs would be affected. They bent over to kiss me and then bolted up to look at the monitors. Sure enough, the monitors jolted with vigor! They continued kissing and looking up over and over again. I thought my sides were going to burst with laughter!
When, finally, I was taken off life‑support systems, "Damage Control" began to report. My legs wouldn't move, and my head fell limp upon my chest. I could not talk, and on the right side I was blind, deaf, and had a useless arm. Life began again in a wheelchair.
Being 125 miles from home, I didn't expect to see my wife every day. My Lodge, however, took care of her travel expenses so she could be with me without great financial penalty, In my three months of recovery in the hospital, I was visited almost every day by a local Mason. Thank you so much Bro.‑. Fred F. Bair! Many other Lodge Brethren also made the long trip to come to visit. The Tiger Shrine Clown unit came en masse and treated me to my first meal out of the hospital.
Going home was a scary time. The atmosphere of the hospital
created a sense of security. Could I survive in the world out there as the new
me? As I lay there in the hospital bed contemplating how I would be accepted,
the Lodge officers of Twilight Lodge No. 114 of
I was wheeled home on a Saturday only to be greeted by my Shrine Clown Unit. They promptly dressed me up and whisked me off to a parade being held that day in town. There they put me in the clown car, stuck a prepaid dues
card into my hand, and drove me, waving joyously, down the Street. Oh, what wonderful feeling of support I experienced that day!
Now came the long road to recovery. To add to my many problems, the right side of my face drooped as if it were melted wax. Finally, I had a nerve graft off my tongue to give tension to my face. (It is quite interesting to see me blink my eye by sticking out my tongue.)
Much of my dignity and common responsibility were taken away from me. I became a second‑class citizen, or at least I felt like one. Sometimes, people refused to talk to me, addressing rather anyone else nearby. On other occasions, persons would carry on a conversation about me and ignore that fact that I was present hearing what they said.
Nevertheless, support continued to flow from my Brethren. I served as Master of my Blue Lodge and established a library in the Lodge. Relearning to walk took place following a Shrine clown car in parades. My gait was even imitated by other downs. Little did they know it was not an act. I was just trying to stay up! Other walking came as I bounced off the walls in the corridors at the local VA. Hospital as I as I made my rounds for the Masonic Service Association's Hospital Visitation Program.
Also, the Scottish Rite kept me on its stage. It was there that I learned to talk again. I often wonder how many times I did my part before they could understand me. Ill.‑. Al Cerza, 33, and Bro:. John Black Vrooman became my very able mentors in advanced Masonic education. I will never be able to repay these gifts of patience and brotherhood. Because my Brethren said yes to me and allowed me to try, I was able to move forward in this great journey of life.
Freemasons are taught that it is the internal not the external that makes a man and a Mason. They are men who not only know how to read about the Golden Rule, but how to live it as well. Thank you men of Masonic ideals
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