Morning pick me up.

A few weeks ago, some friends randomly texted me, “Hey, want to go downtown!?” It was a Friday and I was in the library.  Of course my gut reaction was “yes”.  But I wasn’t sure…it wasn’t in my plans, I had planned to get homework done for most of the night.  Well, I didn’t have too much work to finish so I figured that, you know, everything is alright in moderation, right?.  So, I decided to join these friends at a local popular Mexican restaurant named El Rodeo (or, “El Rod’s” as the kids call it these days :)) for dinner.  And so the story begins. 

On my way from the library to El Rod’s, my friends texted me and said they would be a lot later than they had intended; but I was already on my way. I decided to pop in to the coffee shop across the street, Mill Mountain Coffee and Tea, to catch up on some e-mails and get some work done.  I’m never one to waste a down moment when I can be productive.

As I sat in that coffee shop, I looked up and met eyes with a man named Mohammed.  Mohammed and I had only met once briefly, through Actively Caring, and although I noticed the green wristband he was wearing, it was energetic greeting that really intrigued me.  Mohammed and I chatted for a few moments, him telling me what was going on in his life and vice versa.  I soon handed him a card with my e-mail address on it and asked him to contact me; I had to run and meet friends for dinner, but I didn’t want to leave the conversation.

Moh was true and e-mailed me a few weeks later, and we met for coffee again at Mill Mountain.  I wanted to make it a point to stay connected to Moh because of his profound energy, optimism, and drive.  It’s contagious.  I always leave conversations with Moh feeling energized.  I think he is a really impressive man that will make an amazing impact on and in his home country of Tanzania, and you’ll learn about that if you read this story about him.  This morning, we met for coffee again, but this time at a local Starbucks…and so the second part of the story begins. 

I arrive to the coffee shop, get settled, and greet Moh. I begin to fish for my wallet in my pocket, so that I may purchase a coffee and prepare for our chat. But Moh jumps up.

I can get your coffee for you! What would you like?

There’s that energy again. I am beyond grateful and am excited by the prospect of being able to return the favor to Moh in the near future.  He orders and delivers a Hazelnut Frappacino to the table (DELICIOUS, I tell you! I love Hazelnut-flavored anything, especially coffee) for me.  As I examine my drink and begin to taste it, I see something amazing written on the side…

 

What a delightful way to begin your morning.
What a delightful way to begin your morning, right?.

Wow.

I am beside myself. I mean, what? Who is this person?! Why did they write this? Of course, I am flattered, but what an unsuspecting way to absolutely make someone’s day. I am constantly on a search to do that for others, so when someone does that for me…I’m just SO happy! And I had only been awake for like an hour!

I stare at the cup and I am just beside myself. I look around, and realize that there are FOUR baristas. How am I going to figure this out?! I’m so unsure of who made this amazing concoction and was so kind as to write such a flattering set of words onto my cup. As I examine it and continue chatting with Moh, my mind is all over the place as he tells me about his upcoming trip to Tanzania, I tell him about my upcoming trip to Texas.  It was the amazing, intellectually curious, and moving conversation that we usually share.  

it just reinstates everything I’ve told my students and anyone else who will listen, over the years; be kind to others, and others will notice. Now, I am not kind or caring just to receive the above amazing and honoring attention. I am kind because it’s what gives me energy. It’s what helps me get out of bed (or, in my case this morning, off of the couch) in the morning.  These kind words and compliments were a side effect. A symptom. A consequence. In the best way possible. Civility is being kind because you have to. Caring is being kind because you want to. Not just because it’s the right thing to do – but because it’s what you want to do.

As always, I left this morning’s coffee with Moh as energized and motivated as ever. I left there and gave a special campus tour to the family of one of my supervisor’s; a 50 minute walk around campus turned into a 2-hour chat about what was most important to this prospective student in his college or university.  I’m not sure if he’ll come to Virginia Tech, but as I left him, his Mom, his Dad, and his brother, I couldn’t help but think…I hope I at least inspired him to consider Tech. Just like I was inspired by those words on a cup.

But back to this morning – on the way out of the coffee shop, I stopped and asked one of the barista’s, who looked vaguely familiar, a quick question.

Excuse me, but would you happen to know who made this drink for me? I wanted to say thank you to them.

She replies.

I did! You know, we came to Tech in the same year. I’ve seen you around. I see your Facebook posts. You’re doing good things!!

I’m sure a smile the size of Texas popped onto my face. Honored. So honored.

Thank you so much…you absolutely made my day.

The barista, Kelly, goes on to tell me about how we met freshman year. You know, one of the things that keeps me up at night is when I forget someone’s name.  I live by the quote “No matter what language you speak, a person’s name is the most beautiful sound.”  Names transcend barriers of any kind.  This is part of the reason why I spend so much time on social media; I am constantly trying to remember the names of those I met, those strangers that are becoming friends.  When I popped onto Kelly’s Facebook after I left the coffee shop, I saw that we became friends all the way back in August 2008 – my very fist semester at Tech!  Unfortunately I haven’t had the chance to engage much with Kelly, individually, but this morning just confirmed what I’ve thought for a while; you don’t have to touch someone directly in order to affect them. And hopefully you’re affecting them in a positive way.

For example, when I’m giving campus tours, I’m often thinking, “sure, I’m helping these people on my tour decide what university they will go to,” but at the same time I also am considering the fact that there are people, other Hokies, watching me.  These are people who might be employees in the area I’m talking about, or their major may be part of the “Beer Brewing Science and Technology” (Food Science Technology) program, and they may hear me talk about the only class I took in that program.  They might not hear a darn thing I say but instead think “Wow, look at the guy doing tours backwards in a wheelchair. If he can do it, maybe I can do it too.”  You never know who’s watching, so why not inspire others if you can, and be kind as often as you can?

So, to bring this post full circle, I also believe that everything happens for a reason.  If I had not accepted the invite to head downtown that fateful Friday night, I would have stayed at the library.  Had my friends not been a bit late, I wouldn’t have stopped into Mill Mountain and ran into Moh. Without our commitment to staying in touch, Moh and I would not have been at Starbucks this morning. And had my supervisor not asked me to give that campus tour I would have met Moh at our originally scheduled time of 10:00 and I may not have had this rewarding run-in with Kelly.

TL:DR. Be open. Be friendly. Do good for others.  If you do, you just might get a free coffee from a friend with an inspirational message from another that pushes you through your day, even when it’s not so easy. 

Well, the buzzer on my laundromat dryer just went off…time to get to folding. Thank you for taking the time to read my blog.

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I wanted to make sure that Moh had a message on his coffee cup, too! :)

Thanks for lunch.

Caring, at unexpected times, is a big theme in my life. It is the title of my TED talk for a very good reason, as it is a value that I lead my life with every single day.  Like I said, if a person with a disability goes out of their way to hold a door open for a stranger, nine times out of ten they will be surprised, in my opinion.  Today, I want to share a story that made my day – as I often think it can for anyone – because someone cared for me unexpectedly. I recently shared this story on the Actively Caring for People website and on my personal Facebook page but I also wanted to share it here for those who may not have access to those mediums.

Last Thursday, I was on campus getting lunch and running a bit late for a meeting with a new supervisor (aren’t I always?). I grabbed food quickly, and go to swipe my Hokie Passport, the ID card with my meal plan on it, to pay. As the cashier swipes my card and I wait patiently – he has to swipe it a few times to get it to work.  I nervously am hoping that it works because, well, I don’t want to use real world money! Plus, since I had a flex meal plan in the previous semester, I am entitled to 50% off of my full price. This means I could pay 6 meal plan dollars instead of 12 real world dollars.  

As I wait, I subconsciously scan the room and met eyes with a girl named Alyssa.  I had met Alyssa through a mutual friend (Scinju) a few months earlier.  I remember dancing alongside Alyssa a few months ago, sipping on cold cocktails and dancing in a local restaurant as a friend sang on karaoke, as I asked her what she had been up to in recent weeks since school let out for summer.  Soon, the cashier painfully makes me aware and I realize that I don’t have a summer meal plan, like I thought I did. although I’m in summer classes, I guess I decided to NOT get a meal plan for the duration of the first summer session.  Instead of using meal plan Hokie-Land money, I hand over my debit card to pay and be on my way.

But wait.

“Can you see if my meal plan has any money on it?” Alyssa says, as she hands over her Hokie P to the cashier.  The cashier doubles back – “are you sure?” Alyssa doesn’t flinch.  The cashier punches in Alyssa’s meal into the system along with mine, and goes on to check her balance.  Alyssa confirms that she would like to pick up my lunch for me, without even being prompted. I had already mentally subtracted $12 from my personal account balance, cursing myself for not just going through the McDonald’s drive-thru on the way; quicker and cheaper for a lunch! But, no – Alyssa intervened in a very selfless way.

“Have you ever heard of Actively Caring?” I asked Alyssa, and I was ecstatic that her answer was yes.  I may have only met Alyssa a few times before, but I was moved by her unexpected act of kindness. On a day that was sandwiched in between many other great, fantastic moments, Alyssa’s act of kindness resonated with me like no other – becuase I didn’t know it was coming.  Alyssa was clearly the kind of person who deserved an AC4P wristband, so I promptly took mine off and handed it to her, in her thanks for paying for my lunch.

It’s moments like this that make the Actively Caring movement so real in my eyes.

See. Act. Pass.

And the search begins…

Virginia21 student thinks back on VT President’s legacy

Last Tuesday, Dr. Charles Steger announced his planned retirement as the 15th president of Virginia Tech. I’ve been a Hokie for five years now I guess, and I like to think of myself as becoming smart in the ways of many things “Virginia Tech.”  As a higher education professional, I’m certainly learning that as you get older, you’re given less leniency to deliver your opinion freely; especially where not solicited.  It’s all about the politics at the institution, as I’ve learned greatly this semester, especially as a working professional.

Nonetheless, even give his critics, Dr. Steger is an impressive man in my eyes.  Some of my greatest memories of working with Dr. Steger are accompanied with the fact that trusted me enough to appoint me, personally, to numerous university commissions and the University Council within the school’s shared university governance system, giving me a lot of access to university administrators as an undergraduate student and consequently providing me with numerous learning experiences as I worked toward gaining admittance to the higher education Master’s program.  I’ll always remember the invitation that I got to his home during Gateway Weekend 2008 for a Ron Brown Scholars/Presidential Campus Enrichment Grant Scholarship recipient in the spring of 2008 – I was still a senior in high school: NOT EVEN A HOKIE YET!! I always wondered what it was that this man saw in me.

Then I realized it in the way that he introduced me to legislators when we would lobby on The Hill together in Richmond. I realized it in the way that, when I would attend various lunches or dinners or when we would meet in his architecturally-finessed office about school, work, life and everything in between, he was always very frank and honest with me.  One of my favorite stories that he shared was of how, when entertaining at a large event, you need to make sure to stick to one glass of wine for a while because everyone always wants to buy you drinks! Seriously though, I never thought that I would be honored enough to have such a great professional relationship with the president of my large, comprehensive, state university. After all, I am technically only 1 of 30,000 students that he serves.

For his engagement with many students at our school, including myself, the announcement of Dr. Steger’s retirement was something that didn’t really take me by surprise too much. I have realized, experienced, and benefited from Dr. Steger’s hard work in every area of his presidency – from his focus on research, to fundraising, to engagement with Hokies not just in Blacksburg but in every corner of the world: Dr. Steger has lead our university toward a reputation even more robust than it was when he began as our President, and this should be recognized.

The above reasons are why, when approached by Virginia21 Executive Director and friend Tom Kramer to pen a blog for Virginia21 on Dr. Steger’s retirement, I delivered a resounding yes to such an amazing invitation.  The above reasons are why, when approached by the Virginia Tech Board of Visitors and the Office of the Presidential Search to serve on the Search Committee for the 16th President of Virginia Tech, I also delivered a resounding yes to such an amazing invitation.  I am beyond excited to begin the search for this man’s successor, to see who will take on the challenge of these big shoes that need to be filled.

MOST IMPORTANTLY, I’m excited to see what qualities Virginia Tech’s students and alumni believe are most important to be had in the next president of our university.  While the office has begun this canvassing-like process with a search firm, and we will be in an advisory role, I’m particularly interested to hear – in casual conversation – what kind of things people are looking for. What should the priorities be? What experiences does this person need? Should they be a Hokie or not? What kind of institution is Virginia Tech going to be in a dozen years, and how will that person help us get there? If you want, this information and your opinions can, RIGHT NOW, be delivered directly via e-mail to presidentialsearch@vt.edu.  You best believe that I am also keeping a file of what themes I’m hearing from peers, colleagues, students, and alumni – so please let me be a resource for you as well if you deem that more efficient. 

As we move forward, I invite you to check out my thoughts, thank you’s, and reflections on Dr. Steger’s legacy.  Download the PDF or click the link at the beginning of this post to read my reflections on Dr. Steger’s legacy as the 15th President of Virginia Tech. Thanks for reading!

The point of LIFE is to learn to say “no.”

You may think this is going to be a blog post about not spreading yourself too thin, and not committing yourself to too many things, but that’s actually a skill that I’ve already been able to improve over the past few months.  This post is a little bit different…(and long. And complicated. So, beware.)…

I’ll begin with one of the best pieces of advice that I learned as I prepared for Graduate School, exactly one year ago, from a great mentor named Dr. Ed Spencer.  He told me that, “In undergraduate work you are accepting knowledge; receiving it.  In graduate work, you still learn but you prepare to and then create knowledge, and share it with others,” when I asked him what, he thought, was the biggest difference between the two tiers of education. I took this and carried it with me – and still do.

I also interpreted that dichotomy as being able to take advantage of the opportunity to impart knowledge upon others, particularly students, in our field of higher education.  You know, taking the time to teach others, to erase their information deficits (as referenced in one of the videos on the left side bar of this blog). This founding tenant has definitely played a role in my success in life thus far. This following quote by Malcolm X that I discovered on social media yesterday reminds me of how important it is to help others learn new things if they are seeking knowledge and greater understanding.

Don’t be in such a hurry to condemn a person because he doesn’t do what you do, or think as you think. There was a time when you didn’t know what you know today.

— Malcolm X

On that note, one of my favorite news journals/blogs/publications to read within the profession is The Chronicle of Higher Education.  Most accurately described, The Chronicle is a smorgasbord. They consider themselves “the top destination for news, advice, and jobs for people in academe.” I get a daily digest of popular Chronicle content on the daily and today one article that came across my inbox really resonated with me due to the aforementioned, but underlying, takeaway that I had from a piece that I read.

In his column titled “The Point of Grad School is to Learn to Say ‘No’,” the author, Brian Croxall, writes “I was finishing my undergraduate work, I found myself looking forward to grad school as an opportunity to stop writing research papers where I reported on others’ thoughts and instead began creating interpretations of my own.” This is almost identical to the advice that Dr. Spencer gave me as a rising graduate student back in 2012.

I have to admit; this is where the similarities between Mr. Croxall’s experiences and my own stop for a moment.  In my higher education administration Master’s program, I find myself citing the work of others a bit but I also find myself relishing in the opportunity to create my own interpretations of those works, and my own interpretation of my development, all while also producing experiences, presentations, and literature of my own. I thrive on this; I’ve never been much of an intense reader but I do love to listen and will occasionally take the opportunity to share my own reflection, opinion, or idea on something that clicks with me. Mr. Croxall, on the other hand, felt as if he was citing and receiving more and more, and not really gaining the freedom to “set his own direction.”

This is a lesson that I learned very quickly in grad school – this idea of setting your own direction.  People may give you suggestions, but it is really necessary to learn how, when, and why to say “no” to some of those many suggestions.  After all, one of the first things we learn to say in life is, “no,” isn’t it? Allll the way back in our terrible twos. But this kind of no is a bit deeper, more consequential, and consequently more important, in my opinion.

In grad school, just like undergrad, each student gets an academic advisor who has been there and done that, and helped students who are in their advisee’s shoes. They give you the opportunity to be intentional about the outcomes you have for yourself, but of course they are always offering their own advice as well.  One thing I realized, very quickly, was that learning how to say “no” was all about making sure that I had a clear vision of what I wanted for myself. 

For example, many in my profession of higher education take numerous internships and jobs in different functional areas and at different institutions in order to make themselves “more well-rounded.” But I’ve realized over the past few months that me, myself, being well-rounded and marketable and employable isn’t at the top of my to-do list. What IS on the top of my to-do list then? That would be focusing on making meaningful relationships, bonding with students, and impacting their development in a positive way. That is what is most important to me. While the grass may be greener on the other side, I find that difficult to do if you are absent-mindedly hopping from job to job, either/both within or external to an institution, not taking the time to stop and build deep, meaningful relationships with the students around you.

Side story: as I planned to craft my summer plans this past winter, I was thrown quite a few life curveballs that didn’t really make it a viable option for me to take on a rent payment in another location, to relocate with Charlotte and I, or to make an unstable home for anyone involved. So I made the bold decision to branch out in a different way that would satisfy people around me.  I wanted to make my advisors and mentors happy. I had a feeling that when I sat down to tell them of my plans, others would be like “Oh. So you’re staying at Tech? Again?” Sure, this would be my sixth straight year at Tech, and I would have absolutely *ZERO* long-term experience at any other institution. Boldly enough, though, after a few weeks I realized that I didn’t really care about those reactions of others. 

I realized that, while I did enjoy doing those things I was planning, I was doing it for all the wrong reasons. I realized that while I could travel the country, and meet and connect with people in other areas, and present at conferences, and give motivational speeches, and continue to get to know others and make relationships with those weak ties (I’ll talk about this term, “weak tie,” in a later blog post) – it had to be something that I was intrinsically motivating myself to do. I shouldn’t be getting that motivation from or relying on it from others. When I realized this, it was most certainly my bread and butter – I felt like I had found my sweet spot.

For example, my summer internship working in University Studies and Academic Advising will get my feet wet and establish relationships with the students that I’ll be an academic advisor for, myself come the fall; just like I did last year as a Summer Research Experience intern for the McNair Scholars program, ahead of serving as their GA Mentor for the entire year.  Instead of knowing them for 8 months, I got to know them for 12 – and those relationships continue to this day.

As I continue this great work, I can only hope that the quality of my work may pique the interest of those who may be hiring me someday, outside of Virginia Tech. Because it certainly won’t be due to my vast experience at many different types of institutions with the sole purpose of making a diverse resume.  I want diverse relationships, not diverse lines on a piece of a paper that only serves my own individual achievement and advancement.

So, as Mr. Croxall implied, learning when to say no is important.  While his frame of reference seems to be more closely associated with preparing for a comprehensive exam, I think that this principle is closely related to academic advising, also.  I think that life couldn’t be any more about taking calculated risks (ironically enough) and knowing what you want for yourself. You need to know where you want to go, how you get there (or how to ask for help!), and, when you think you are there, knowing that you CAN relax for a little bit (but not for too long, just long enough to gather yourself and set a new goal!) These opinions may receive input from others, but they certainly should be molded by no one but yourself.

Because if you don’t know what you want for yourself, then there is certainly no way that anyone else can advise or help you.  

I may have just realized this for myself, but you better believe that it is this mentality, exactly, that I’ll carry with me into the advising of my freshman students this coming fall, just like Dr. Spencer posited last year. I can not wait to encourage them to really look at what they want to do; not some check sheet, not what their friends are doing, not what their parents want – but what THEY, as individuals, want. Can. Not. Wait. 

 

Well, not quite SkyDiving :(

Sometimes, you just feel like you’re Superman and can do whatever you want – especially when you have awesome friends – but unfortunately I did NOT get to go skydiving today!

The idea to go on this adventure was originally planned by my good friend and former neighbor, Nick.  It was on my mental bucket list, but nothing that I ever REALLY planned on crossing off until Nick mentioned the Living Social deal that I linked to in the previous blog post.  It was pretty awesome timing because I had been looking for something new and exciting to do – and I was pretty determined to do this because, I don’t know – who thinks of a person who uses a wheelchair going skydiving?! Awesome, right?!

So we paid for our deal online a few weeks back, and recently decided on a date that we could all make it.  Nick, Hilary and I were just three of a group of eight that purchased the deal, but the three of us thought that today was a good day to finally suit up and do it.  We headed to the DC Skydiving Center running ever so close to “on time” (anyone who knows me that this is very typical) and got there just in time to take care of all of our waivers and get to business, learn how to harness up, and jump out of a plane at 10,000 feet!

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The entrance to the low-key DC Sky Diving Center. It’s in the middle of nowhere and very laid back – a very cool environment to go skydiving in!

As I signed my final waiver the head-skydiver named Chris approached me in a very friendly way but also offered a not so great greeting. 

Hi, Justin? I’m the guy that gets to deliver the bad news today.

Immediately nervous. What’s the issue? Why does Chris have to give me bad news?

Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem like you have enough leg mass to suit up in the harness safely. Unfortunately, you won’t be able to jump today. 

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A July 2009 trip to the beach with two of my best college friends, Chris and Ari, where you can see little muscle exists in my legs. Since I don’t use them to walk or otherwise get around, my legs are mostly just skin and bones.

After numerous explanations, I’ve arrived at a somewhat simple explanation of why I wasn’t able to go skydiving today.  When you suit up in the harness, there are numerous straps and buckles and that are provided to ensure your safety.  Two of the most important safety features of the harness go around your legs, around your inner thigh.  While may fit a person of “average” leg size appropriately, my legs are certainly not average size, as shown in the photo above.

When you are jumping out of the plane at 10,000 feet in the air, there is a lot of force that can impact your body, ESPECIALLY when you let our your parachute.  At the moment that you release your parachute, I was told that there are over 5 “G’s” of force that are impacting your body – this means that you are receiving five times your body weight into your muscles and bones as the parachute stops you from free-falling. It is at this moment that it was possible that my legs could break and I could be seriously injured.  The skydiving center was looking out for my best interest and would not allow me to jump (yes, I was annoyed that I had called ahead numerous times and explained my situation to them, and got the good graces each time. But the person answering the phone, unfortunately, is on my uh…not-so-great list. They didn’t know what they were talking about).

Obviously disappointed, we then got news that there would be a slight delay due to clouds/weather.  We had contemplated leaving, and using the vouchers maybe at another time.  After we thought about it though we were still determined to have a really good time! So we waited it out a few minutes, and learned that Nick and Hilary would still be able to jump! Obviously I was still up to be a part of this – even witnessing skydiving seemed like it would be a bit of a rush!

So, the two received their class and learned all of the proper procedures to follow as they prepared to jump out of the plane.  As I watched them, I was just a bit upset – how annoying that a consequence of my disability is going to keep me from doing this awesome activity, which I was extremely excited to do!? I came all the way here! I had told my first graders all about it! EVEN TAUGHT THEM WHAT THE WORD “TANDEM” meant!

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After they received the safety lesson, I thought of an idea. I wondered if I would still be able to go up in the plane, even if they wouldn’t let me jump out of it.  My parents did always teach me that I can do anything I want, sometimes I just have to do it a bit differently. After talking to his pilot, Chris delivered much better news than he did the first time – I would be able to go up and check out my friends skydiving to the ground!! And honestly…let me tell you. This was maybe just as awesome as the real thing.

The plane was a very small plane which was piloted by a private pilot named Reid. Reid was awesome – he was very friendly and let me sit up in the front passenger seat with him.  He taught me all about the workings of the plane before we took off and waited for everyone to finish suiting up.

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SO MANY THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT.

In fact, a recent addition to my bucket list – flying a plane – was crossed off of my bucket list today! My friend Karen had mentioned it to me a few weeks back, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how awesome that would be.  They offer some program in Blacksburg where you can take lessons and fly a plane (with assistance of course) but Reid even let me drive the plane for a bit, which was VERY cool!

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I’m estimating this was at about 3,000 of the 10,000 feet we climbed to.
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Even got to wear the headset and chat with the FAA officials about our movements! Nick’s head in the background haha

After the final jumper got out of the plane, Reid steered us into some pretty crazy maneuvers and landed the plane seamlessly. The force was so strong during one of the dips (where the nose of the plane was literally facing the ground! CRAZY!) that I tried to lift my hand to take a picture and I couldn’t – it was THAT much force! It was literally being on your own man-made roller coaster in the sky. 

Nick getting ready to jump!
Nick getting ready to jump!
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This is the view out of the FRONT of the plane at that point!

The views through the clouds were absolutely beautiful.  It was a really cool experience to be up so high, experiencing what many aviators do everyday but something I never thought I would get to do. It’s almost as cool as being in the cabin of a big jet – except you have the intimacy of a much smaller plane. This was definitely the next best thing to actually skydiving.

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One of the many beautiful sky pictures that I snapped – Julianne, I have more if you want to see.

Here’s a video of the plane landing!

And here’s a video of some of the skydivers landing; the view is from the front seat of the plane hence the propeller.

*Be sure to make both videos full screen – it’s too late for me to really
figure out how to embed these well through the WordPress interface.*

So, as I lay here typing this blog post at 1:30 a.m. and venting somewhat angrily to my best friend on the phone, all of this is put into perspective.  I still have my mind set to skydiving and I do not doubt that I will be able to do it.  The guys at the skydiving center gave me some names and contact information for certain harnesses, etc. that I could use, SAFELY, and invited me to come back and skydive for free, even after I get my refund back from Living Social. Although I didn’t get to do it today, my day still ended up alright.  I got to see my friends have an amazing time, and I had a pretty great time myself. Sure, I would have loved to jump out of the plane right alongside them, but it just wasn’t meant to be today. 

As I vented to her, KH looked up some interesting websites about adaptive/accessible skydiving. To be honest, I wouldn’t necessarily want to do something like this, but here’s one that stood out – another blog.

Just another example of how you have to roll with the punches and life, and most importantly – never give up. Don’t ever give up. Someday, I will skydive. 

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“To Justin for bravely completing one crazy ride-along!”

Thanks for reading!

Nick, Hilary, and I at the end of the day!
Nick, Hilary, and I at the end of the day!

Pineapple slicer!

A few weeks ago, Kristin and I were sharing Panera with a new friend, Jayanne, who is a very interesting woman.  She teaches in Montgomery County Public Schools, and most years she sets out with a very unique learning outcome for her students.  So that they may understand the physical obstacles that a student with a disability may face her students have the opportunity to be in a wheelchair for a day.

After getting their parents permission, from the moment they step foot off of their school bus until the end of the school day – gym class included – they must use a wheelchair to navigate their school day. I heard about this project while I was giving a motivational talk to a few students at Auburn Middle School last fall, through Actively Caring – Jayanne approached me and told me about the project afterward.  So we ended up getting coffee months later so that I could learn more about the project.  It, indeed, is a fantastic idea and very eye-opening for her students. But that’s not what this blog post is about.

As we shared our Panera pasta and deserts, the conversation turned to Kristin and I’s love for cooking, especially together.  Kristin is, for some reason, obsessed with pineapple and naturally this amazing summertime ingredient came up in conversation.  Jayanne introduced us to the idea of a pineapple slicer, which she had formerly tried out. I was immediately skeptical.  Why not just slice it with your sharp knife, core it, etc.? Annoying, but just as easy right? Wrong. 

After she explained it, however, I had one objective on my mind – immediately jet over to Bed Bath and Beyond to get one! And so…we did. And here’s how it works.

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Begin with the whole pineapple. Cut off the top, just below the green leaves.
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This what the slicer looks like. The little button near the top allows that handle to come off. The bottom green part comes off and acts as the “wedger” after the “slicer” has done the business. This is what the packaging looks like, incase you’re interested in trying it yourself. They sell a similar, cheaper model at Wal-Mart, but as I mentioned this one was found at Bed Bath and Beyond.
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I started using a paper towel, but you’ll see later that there is excess juice that comes out. Cut the fruit over top of a bowl to keep the extra juice.
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The inside once it is cored out. Minimal pineapple is wasted.
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Once you are done slicing, you use the upper green handle to pull the fruit out.
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Wedging!
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A bowl full of amazing, juicy pineapple! I actually use the bowl to dump all of the extra juice out as I rotate the slicer down.
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And your end result are amazing little pieces that look just like this!

We learned very quickly last summer that this great fruit goes on sale a great deal during the summer, so this could be a great investment if you eat it a lot. It’s also great to just chop up one or two pineapples and leave them in the fridge for a week or so to munch on – it’s a great snack, too. Even if you don’t use the slicer, it’s a great idea to invest in some pineapple this summer! ;)

What an amazing serving suggestion I found online – you can half the pineapple after cutting it. Definitely considering this for a grilling party this summer, maybe with Pineapple Salsa!

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