Leave a legacy. Jim Henson once wrote, "My hope still is to leave the world a bit better than when I got here." I couldn't agree more. That is why I wanted to start this blog. To leave a legacy. To be better than I was yesterday. To make a difference.
When I was a kid I used to tell everyone I wanted seven kids. I wanted a big family just like my own. I have always loved kids. I was the neighborhood babysitter and volunteered at my local elementary school reading to kids. I also tutored kids at an elementary school in Minneapolis. I just turned 31 and I still like to babysit. I suppose since I don't have my own kids yet I like to surround myself with other kids. I have always thought about being a mentor. I have had a lot of practice being a role model (or trying to be) to my three younger sisters. Although I might not have always set the best example, I have always thought of myself as a very grounded person with good values and my head on straight. Since I have a few extra hours in my week to give to someone else, I started looking into organizations I could mentor with. I looked into Big Brothers/Big Sisters, but in my search found something that fit me a bit better.
"All it takes is all you've got." That is the motto for the organization called Bolder Options. It is an activity based mentor organization that provides one-on-one mentoring along with education on leading a healthy lifestyle, tutoring, and leadership development. I am paired up with a thirteen year old girl for a year. Throughout that year we meet once a week, train for three 5K races, and attend volunteer and education events. I couldn't think of a better organization to mentor with. Not only do I get to be a positive role model to a teenager that might not have that in her life, but I also get to spend time with her getting in shape. We get free memberships to the YMCA, free tickets to sporting events around the city, volunteer opportunities and plenty of other "free" opportunities.
I have been mentoring my girl for three weeks now. The first week I was a little nervous; she was pretty shy and didn't really feel like talking. Luckily all I do is talk, so after asking plenty of questions during the 30 minute car ride, she finally started to open up. By the second meeting it was like we had spent hours together.
Our second visit we went to the Y to go swimming. She shared with me she learned to swim last summer but had never jumped off a diving board. She was toying with the idea of jumping off but said she was scared. She asked me to go first - I leaped off showing how easy and fun it was. She walked to the end of the board and then said she was just too scared to go. I told her it was ok and we would try again next week. She hopped back in the pool only to watch a 5 or 6 year old jump off the board. Her answer was, "if he can do it, I can do it." I reassured her she could do it and that I would be in the water to help her. She hopped up on the board and ran right off it it. Seeing her come up out of the water smiling was the greatest feeling. She told me how much fun it was and how she was so glad she did it. For the rest of the night all she wanted to do was jump off that diving board. I felt a sense of pride knowing I helped her conquer her fear. It was a small victory for her, but a great one for me. I feel like I gained her trust and can't wait to see what else we can accomplish.
I have heard from several people how great mentoring can be. Most of the time the mentor gains more from the program than the mentee. I hope we both gain something. For me, I wanted to be forced out of my comfort zone, pushed into a life that I did not grow up in. I was lucky enough to grow up in a family where wants and needs were always met. I wanted to be exposed to a lifestyle that was unlike my own. My girl is currently in foster care living in a modest house in an ok neighborhood. Although it is only 25 miles from my house, it is a world away from my daily life. It's amazing what a few miles can do. I feel very fortunate to provide a stable, weekly hour or two for a teenager that doesn't have much. I am looking forward to the upcoming year where I know both of our lives will change.
After getting started with Bolder Options, I was paging through my local educational catalogue and found opportunities with the local high school to mentor. They pair up a person in the business world with one or a group of students to provide direction for a new mandatory Capstone project. I thought it would be fun to lend my business expertise with a group of high school students. Since talking is a strength of mine, I thought it would be a fun experience to work with high school students, while sharing my passion for my career. I haven't been paired up with a group yet, but I am excited to get started.
To check out mentoring opportunities in your area:
www.mentoring.org
Bolder Options
www.bolderoptions.org
Making a difference, one day at a time.
M
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Monday, December 19, 2011
December of Giving
So I know it has been quite a while. I took a short break from volunteering in October, took a vacation, relaxed and tried to decide what I wanted to do next. I received a letter in the mail saying my "adopted" soldier in Afghanistan was returning to home. How nice for him to be home in time for the holidays. How exciting! Before committing to another soldier, I decided to look into a few other organizations that helped military families. Although I have found several, I haven't decided which the next one should be.
I also wrapped up the horse therapy program before leaving for vacation. My team at work even volunteered there one afternoon cleaning out stalls and polishing saddles, bridles and reigns. It definitely wasn't for everyone, but I was right at home in the barn.
So what was next? Over the summer I had found an article in a magazine about a free tennis program in Minneapolis called Inner City Tennis. I had played tennis in high school but hadn't really gotten back on the courts much since. I wanted to. I even bought myself a cheap $20 racquet at Target. I contacted Inner City Tennis and decided to start volunteering there once I returned from vacation. Every Saturday, tons of kids get together and play tennis. It is run mostly by volunteers and all kids are welcome. I decided to volunteer with 7-11 year olds. I figured since I haven't hit the courts in almost a decade, it would be smart starting with that age group. I have been doing it for about a month now and it is by far my favorite place to volunteer so far. It has reignited my love for tennis. It is great to see these kids who come from all over to learn the sport I love. It's all about fun for these kids. Although we teach them the basics of tennis and sportsmanship, the main goal is to have fun while promoting activity. Each session begins with high fives and cheers and ends with a healthy snack. Even the racquets are provided at no charge. It proves that you don't have to be rich to play sports. The more I volunteer, the more I realize how many great organizations there are that provide free or low cost sports for kids all over. The other thing that I love about Inner City Tennis is that it requires its Junior participants to volunteer with the younger kids. So every week with the "coaches", teenagers learn how important it is to give back to the program that has given to them. My first day I was even asked if I was a junior volunteer. I guess I still look like I am under 18. Oh well, it sure is fun being a kid again (or being with them). And I am slowly getting my tennis skills back!
http://www.innercitytennis.org/
In the spirit of Christmas, I couldn't stop at just one volunteer program. The whole point of this is to try many. I actually think it is contagious. Nothing makes me happier than finding a worthy organization to volunteer with or donate to. It's why I have to donate money every time I buy my dog food. I can't say no to homeless pets. It's the same reason I can't pass a red kettle from the Salvation Army without putting a dollar in it. Well this year, my family did one better. My sister organized an afternoon of bell ringing for us, and as you know, standing outside for two hours in the cold Minnesota winter isn't exactly fun. But who can say no to five young people trying to get people to donate. So with many layers and hot chocolate in our hands, we made an afternoon out of it. We shouted "Merry Christmas" to everyone that walked by. Some ignored us, some thanked us, and plenty of people donated. It was great to see how many kids ask their parents for change so they can put something in the kettle. Think of how many great volunteers and humanitarians are being born out of giving money to the kettle. If we are taught at an early age how great it is to give back, no matter how big or small, imagine what can be accomplished.
https://donate.salvationarmyusa.org/sslpage.aspx?pid=206
If you know me, you know how much I love toys. I love looking at them, picking them out, and even playing with them. So what if I am thirty. Picking out toys at Christmas for kids who possibly might not get any is my favorite thing. Toys for Tots has been around as long as I can remember and every year I always try to pick one out. This year, after watching the news every night and seeing how many people donate time, money and toys, I couldn't say no. After a full day of Christmas shopping with my mom and spending way too much, we both agreed we would finish the day by buying a toy for a kid. We made our way to Target and walked aisle by aisle to try and find the perfect toy. We found some Fisher Price toys that reminded me of my childhood. A childhood that was filled with toys. I used to set up a village in our porch and play for days. In the village, there was also a bus. I found this bus at Target - after all these years they still make this Playskool bus. It made me so happy to imagine another kid getting to play with a toy just like the one I played with. This is an organization that I plan on giving to for a very long time.
http://www.toysfortots.org/default.asp
I wake up every day thinking about how lucky I am. It might sound corny or cheesy, but I can't help to think what a fantastic family I have. I see them at least once a week, usually more. I spend every Sunday night with them around the dinner table. I work at an office with my dad and sister. Of course we all get our fill, but I can't imagine not spending this much time with them. I am lucky to be a part of a big family and with three sisters comes built in friends. I don't have to go far to find them. Christmas really is about family. Everyone likes getting gifts, but I love being able to spend even more time with my family. During this holiday season, I hope everyone can spend time with their family and if they can, give back to someone who isn't as lucky. There are so many worthy organizations to pick from. Pick one that fits your interests! You won't be disappointed. You will walk away with a smile knowing you made a difference in some one's life. Chances are they will make a difference in your life too.
For volunteer opportunities in your area, check out this website:
www.volunteermatch.org
More to come soon...Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
M
I also wrapped up the horse therapy program before leaving for vacation. My team at work even volunteered there one afternoon cleaning out stalls and polishing saddles, bridles and reigns. It definitely wasn't for everyone, but I was right at home in the barn.
So what was next? Over the summer I had found an article in a magazine about a free tennis program in Minneapolis called Inner City Tennis. I had played tennis in high school but hadn't really gotten back on the courts much since. I wanted to. I even bought myself a cheap $20 racquet at Target. I contacted Inner City Tennis and decided to start volunteering there once I returned from vacation. Every Saturday, tons of kids get together and play tennis. It is run mostly by volunteers and all kids are welcome. I decided to volunteer with 7-11 year olds. I figured since I haven't hit the courts in almost a decade, it would be smart starting with that age group. I have been doing it for about a month now and it is by far my favorite place to volunteer so far. It has reignited my love for tennis. It is great to see these kids who come from all over to learn the sport I love. It's all about fun for these kids. Although we teach them the basics of tennis and sportsmanship, the main goal is to have fun while promoting activity. Each session begins with high fives and cheers and ends with a healthy snack. Even the racquets are provided at no charge. It proves that you don't have to be rich to play sports. The more I volunteer, the more I realize how many great organizations there are that provide free or low cost sports for kids all over. The other thing that I love about Inner City Tennis is that it requires its Junior participants to volunteer with the younger kids. So every week with the "coaches", teenagers learn how important it is to give back to the program that has given to them. My first day I was even asked if I was a junior volunteer. I guess I still look like I am under 18. Oh well, it sure is fun being a kid again (or being with them). And I am slowly getting my tennis skills back!
http://www.innercitytennis.org/
In the spirit of Christmas, I couldn't stop at just one volunteer program. The whole point of this is to try many. I actually think it is contagious. Nothing makes me happier than finding a worthy organization to volunteer with or donate to. It's why I have to donate money every time I buy my dog food. I can't say no to homeless pets. It's the same reason I can't pass a red kettle from the Salvation Army without putting a dollar in it. Well this year, my family did one better. My sister organized an afternoon of bell ringing for us, and as you know, standing outside for two hours in the cold Minnesota winter isn't exactly fun. But who can say no to five young people trying to get people to donate. So with many layers and hot chocolate in our hands, we made an afternoon out of it. We shouted "Merry Christmas" to everyone that walked by. Some ignored us, some thanked us, and plenty of people donated. It was great to see how many kids ask their parents for change so they can put something in the kettle. Think of how many great volunteers and humanitarians are being born out of giving money to the kettle. If we are taught at an early age how great it is to give back, no matter how big or small, imagine what can be accomplished.
https://donate.salvationarmyusa.org/sslpage.aspx?pid=206
If you know me, you know how much I love toys. I love looking at them, picking them out, and even playing with them. So what if I am thirty. Picking out toys at Christmas for kids who possibly might not get any is my favorite thing. Toys for Tots has been around as long as I can remember and every year I always try to pick one out. This year, after watching the news every night and seeing how many people donate time, money and toys, I couldn't say no. After a full day of Christmas shopping with my mom and spending way too much, we both agreed we would finish the day by buying a toy for a kid. We made our way to Target and walked aisle by aisle to try and find the perfect toy. We found some Fisher Price toys that reminded me of my childhood. A childhood that was filled with toys. I used to set up a village in our porch and play for days. In the village, there was also a bus. I found this bus at Target - after all these years they still make this Playskool bus. It made me so happy to imagine another kid getting to play with a toy just like the one I played with. This is an organization that I plan on giving to for a very long time.
http://www.toysfortots.org/default.asp
I wake up every day thinking about how lucky I am. It might sound corny or cheesy, but I can't help to think what a fantastic family I have. I see them at least once a week, usually more. I spend every Sunday night with them around the dinner table. I work at an office with my dad and sister. Of course we all get our fill, but I can't imagine not spending this much time with them. I am lucky to be a part of a big family and with three sisters comes built in friends. I don't have to go far to find them. Christmas really is about family. Everyone likes getting gifts, but I love being able to spend even more time with my family. During this holiday season, I hope everyone can spend time with their family and if they can, give back to someone who isn't as lucky. There are so many worthy organizations to pick from. Pick one that fits your interests! You won't be disappointed. You will walk away with a smile knowing you made a difference in some one's life. Chances are they will make a difference in your life too.
For volunteer opportunities in your area, check out this website:
www.volunteermatch.org
More to come soon...Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
M
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Fear of Being Insignificant
I know it's been a while since I have written. Honestly, my head has been so filled with thoughts, I have been trying to figure out how to best put them onto paper. Two weeks ago we remembered the 10th anniversary of September 11, 2001. A day that no American will soon forget. With that, came news specials, constant coverage and the replaying of those horrible sights we all saw unfold before our eyes 10 years ago. For me, I felt the same anxiety and paranoia that I felt 10 years ago. As much as I didn't want to watch all of the news coverage, I found myself glued to the TV all over again. I told myself I would only watch one night of coverage and three days later the TV was still on. Watching all the children and spouses who lost loved ones on that fateful day was heartbreaking. Some were born after their parents perished, while others were too young to remember. But that was only one side of how America was affected by that day.
Since then, millions of people in the military have been deployed overseas for months at a time, many going back again and again. And many that never make it back. They leave families and friends behind and make the ultimate sacrifice. Fighting a war that some were only in their early teens when it started. For those who do come back, many are injured, whether it be emotionally or physically. Many struggle acclimating to civilian life. For many, their life will never be the same.
There is an organization that I stumbled across called the Wounded Warrior Project that helps wounded veterans from the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan and helps them through a debilitating injury. Many have lost limbs or are dealing with PTSD. When you look at the faces of the people they are helping, they are mostly in their twenties and thirties and have their whole life ahead of them. They signed up to protect our country, made it back alive, but now have to deal with a life changing condition. They are just like my friends and I. Young, starting families, and looking forward to settling down. For them things will never be the same. The more I watched the coverage of the anniversary of the September 11 attacks, the more I not only wanted to help out the victims of the families, but I wanted to reach out and thank every member of the military and their families for doing something I would never have the courage to do myself.
That got me thinking. What could I do to help? It's so easy to think that the job is so much bigger than me. I felt so insignificant. What can just what person do. But then I read this quote: "Nobody can be everything, but everyone can do something." Isn't it true? What would happen if every person donated one dollar or one hour to their favorite charity? I think it would be pretty amazing. And pretty significant.
So, I started researching Wounded Warrior Project to see if they had any local offices that I could volunteer with. Minnesota isn't exactly a large base for the military, but every state has to have veterans. Right now I am in the process to try and figure out how I can help. Updates to follow...
In the meantime, I feel like I have had somewhat of a revelation. I have been telling some friends about this fun and exciting project I have been working on and reactions have been all over. Some just say "good for you", while others seem very interested and have asked me more details. I know it's not for everyone, but for me it has been so exciting to think that I am even impacting one person to do better. My family has even noticed a difference in my attitude. They say I seem more happy and less negative. I even find myself telling myself to calm down on the way to work, where before I had severe road rage. I am still a work in progress, but aren't we all. For as long as we are here, we have time to change who we want to be. I am in no way close to perfect, but I really hope there is a better me waiting to be discovered. I have already inspired my team at work to volunteer at the barn where I work with horses. So I guess my experiment is already a success. My goal was to inspire one person to volunteer and it looks like I have already inspired four and it's only been a month. I would say that is pretty good. I can't wait to see what happens in the next eleven months.
I think my biggest revelation might have come in the way of my career. After seeing all these worthy organizations that are out there helping young veterans and their families I feel like that is my calling. I feel like I am destined to help them. It may not work out now or even in the next year, but for the first time in a long time I feel like I have purpose. For me, being the only single one in my family, I feel that I sometimes have to justify my free time since I couldn't possibly be busy if I don't have a family. Well screw that I say! I might not have my own family, but I am choosing to do something good with all my "single" spare time and it feels pretty awesome! A short while ago, I felt my career had potential. I felt like I could really be in it for the long haul. There is potential to make a decent living, but at the end of the day I still think, "all I am doing is analyzing food." Although my job may be important to the many companies I work with, in the grand scheme of things, I feel like I am not contributing. So I started to think, "I could stick with my career and donate all my extra free time to volunteering and spending time with a worthy cause OR I could eventually leave my career and donate my life in the way of a job that is meaningful everyday." This is obviously a huge decision and will take months to decide what I should ultimately do, but I finally feel like I have a goal.
I read this excerpt in my SELF magazine yesterday:
"Set your pace: To succeed at any challenge in life, you've got to tune out the noise around you - the footsteps of others (ahead and behind), distracting "advice", doubters who tell you it can't be done. Instead, focus on your inner voice. Setting your own goal, charting your course and trusting your instincts take courage, but they are the surest route to crossing your personal finish line a winner."
I read this over and over again and just thought how much I agreed. Some of my friends and family might think I am crazy to even think about giving up my career someday, but for me, being happy and knowing I am doing good is what matters most. For me I will follow my heart. There will come mistakes and regrets, but only then will I become a stronger person. And for that I am grateful.
Check out these pages to find worthy organizations that help wounded military veterans and their families.
Wounded Warrior Project
www.woundedwarriorproject.org
Special Operations Warrior Foundation
http://www.specialops.org/
Medal of Honor Recipient Dakota Meyer's $1 Million Challenge
http://www.dakotameyer.com/
Until next time,
M
Since then, millions of people in the military have been deployed overseas for months at a time, many going back again and again. And many that never make it back. They leave families and friends behind and make the ultimate sacrifice. Fighting a war that some were only in their early teens when it started. For those who do come back, many are injured, whether it be emotionally or physically. Many struggle acclimating to civilian life. For many, their life will never be the same.
There is an organization that I stumbled across called the Wounded Warrior Project that helps wounded veterans from the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan and helps them through a debilitating injury. Many have lost limbs or are dealing with PTSD. When you look at the faces of the people they are helping, they are mostly in their twenties and thirties and have their whole life ahead of them. They signed up to protect our country, made it back alive, but now have to deal with a life changing condition. They are just like my friends and I. Young, starting families, and looking forward to settling down. For them things will never be the same. The more I watched the coverage of the anniversary of the September 11 attacks, the more I not only wanted to help out the victims of the families, but I wanted to reach out and thank every member of the military and their families for doing something I would never have the courage to do myself.
That got me thinking. What could I do to help? It's so easy to think that the job is so much bigger than me. I felt so insignificant. What can just what person do. But then I read this quote: "Nobody can be everything, but everyone can do something." Isn't it true? What would happen if every person donated one dollar or one hour to their favorite charity? I think it would be pretty amazing. And pretty significant.
So, I started researching Wounded Warrior Project to see if they had any local offices that I could volunteer with. Minnesota isn't exactly a large base for the military, but every state has to have veterans. Right now I am in the process to try and figure out how I can help. Updates to follow...
In the meantime, I feel like I have had somewhat of a revelation. I have been telling some friends about this fun and exciting project I have been working on and reactions have been all over. Some just say "good for you", while others seem very interested and have asked me more details. I know it's not for everyone, but for me it has been so exciting to think that I am even impacting one person to do better. My family has even noticed a difference in my attitude. They say I seem more happy and less negative. I even find myself telling myself to calm down on the way to work, where before I had severe road rage. I am still a work in progress, but aren't we all. For as long as we are here, we have time to change who we want to be. I am in no way close to perfect, but I really hope there is a better me waiting to be discovered. I have already inspired my team at work to volunteer at the barn where I work with horses. So I guess my experiment is already a success. My goal was to inspire one person to volunteer and it looks like I have already inspired four and it's only been a month. I would say that is pretty good. I can't wait to see what happens in the next eleven months.
I think my biggest revelation might have come in the way of my career. After seeing all these worthy organizations that are out there helping young veterans and their families I feel like that is my calling. I feel like I am destined to help them. It may not work out now or even in the next year, but for the first time in a long time I feel like I have purpose. For me, being the only single one in my family, I feel that I sometimes have to justify my free time since I couldn't possibly be busy if I don't have a family. Well screw that I say! I might not have my own family, but I am choosing to do something good with all my "single" spare time and it feels pretty awesome! A short while ago, I felt my career had potential. I felt like I could really be in it for the long haul. There is potential to make a decent living, but at the end of the day I still think, "all I am doing is analyzing food." Although my job may be important to the many companies I work with, in the grand scheme of things, I feel like I am not contributing. So I started to think, "I could stick with my career and donate all my extra free time to volunteering and spending time with a worthy cause OR I could eventually leave my career and donate my life in the way of a job that is meaningful everyday." This is obviously a huge decision and will take months to decide what I should ultimately do, but I finally feel like I have a goal.
I read this excerpt in my SELF magazine yesterday:
"Set your pace: To succeed at any challenge in life, you've got to tune out the noise around you - the footsteps of others (ahead and behind), distracting "advice", doubters who tell you it can't be done. Instead, focus on your inner voice. Setting your own goal, charting your course and trusting your instincts take courage, but they are the surest route to crossing your personal finish line a winner."
I read this over and over again and just thought how much I agreed. Some of my friends and family might think I am crazy to even think about giving up my career someday, but for me, being happy and knowing I am doing good is what matters most. For me I will follow my heart. There will come mistakes and regrets, but only then will I become a stronger person. And for that I am grateful.
Check out these pages to find worthy organizations that help wounded military veterans and their families.
Wounded Warrior Project
www.woundedwarriorproject.org
Special Operations Warrior Foundation
http://www.specialops.org/
Medal of Honor Recipient Dakota Meyer's $1 Million Challenge
http://www.dakotameyer.com/
Until next time,
M
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Horse Sense
It isn't a secret that I love animals. About a month ago, I got on a horse again for the first time in over ten years. It was just an hour trail ride, but I immediately started dreaming about having my own horse someday. Horses are a lot of work, and since I don't have a yard, it soon set in that my dream wouldn't happen anytime soon. I started thinking about volunteering at a horse stable while trying to learn all I can about horses. I searched the Web and soon came across an organization called We Can Ride. It is a local organization here in Minnesota. It is a horse therapy program for children, adults, and veterans with cognitive, physical, emotional and behavioral disabilities. They offer weekly classes in which the rider can improve their balance and strengthen muscles. It also gives them more self confidence and freedom that a wheel chair can't.
Tuesday was my first class and I must admit, I was a little intimidated. The leader told me to go get my horse, Snickers, who was barely taller than me. I couldn't believe that with no training someone was going to let me go get a horse from the stall and lead him around the barn. I was in heaven. As I warmed up Snickers and walked around the barn, the stress of the day suddenly went away and I thought of nothing else than this horse that I was in charge of. I knew the kids would be arriving soon and wasn't sure what the class was going to be like. I offered to be a horse leader the first couple of times just to get used to how classes were run. There are a variety of horses that have been donated to the organization over the years. Some were champion race horses while others were trail horses. Some are old and some are stubborn, but all have something in common. They have an excellent demeanor with children and some you just know were born to be therapy horses. These horses put up with kids pinching them and pulling their hair, all the while keeping their cool. Animals have an amazing impact on people and evidence of this is seen over and over while in class.
The first kid to ride Snickers was a little five year old boy named Elliott. With his helmet on, he hopped up on the horse and couldn't stop giggling. His laugh was contagious and echoed through the barn. About five minutes into the ride, Elliott decided he wanted to get off the horse and without warning jumped off. I was suddenly glad that I was the horse leader and not the side walker but soon realized this was a great reminder that anything can happen with kids.
The second rider went on without a hitch, but it was the third rider that truly touched me. Her name was Kayla. A ten year old girl with no visible disabilities. We all saw the connection she had with her horse right from the beginning. Kayla smiled as her horse sniffed and greeted her, while the rest of us held back tears. It was amazing to me how much of an impact a horse can have on someone. Kayla was talkative and wouldn't stop smiling. She was very knowledgable about horses and had shared with us her history of going to horse camp. To me, she seemed like your average ten year old. Just another girl on a horse. That is what is so great about this program. It doesn't matter if these kids are in a wheelchair or can get around on their own. In class, they are all the same - just a kid on a horse. They are responsible for steering and commanding their horse to go where they need to go. For that hour every week, they are just like every other kid.
The best part of this class for me, was the ability to forget about everything else that was going on in my life. For the first time in longer than I could remember, I didn't think about work. I didn't think about my to do list or what I needed to get done this coming weekend. For those three hours all I thought about was the horse next to me and the kid riding it. It was absolutely fantastic. I wasn't stressed out, I was thrilled. Finding an organization where I get to work with horses and kids is the perfect place for me.
When I got home, I was full of dirt, smelled like manure and was pretty exhausted. But those three hours had more of an impact than anything I have done in longer than I can remember. Eight more weeks of class and I can't wait for next Tuesday!
M
We Can Ride
http://www.wecanride.org/
Tuesday was my first class and I must admit, I was a little intimidated. The leader told me to go get my horse, Snickers, who was barely taller than me. I couldn't believe that with no training someone was going to let me go get a horse from the stall and lead him around the barn. I was in heaven. As I warmed up Snickers and walked around the barn, the stress of the day suddenly went away and I thought of nothing else than this horse that I was in charge of. I knew the kids would be arriving soon and wasn't sure what the class was going to be like. I offered to be a horse leader the first couple of times just to get used to how classes were run. There are a variety of horses that have been donated to the organization over the years. Some were champion race horses while others were trail horses. Some are old and some are stubborn, but all have something in common. They have an excellent demeanor with children and some you just know were born to be therapy horses. These horses put up with kids pinching them and pulling their hair, all the while keeping their cool. Animals have an amazing impact on people and evidence of this is seen over and over while in class.
The first kid to ride Snickers was a little five year old boy named Elliott. With his helmet on, he hopped up on the horse and couldn't stop giggling. His laugh was contagious and echoed through the barn. About five minutes into the ride, Elliott decided he wanted to get off the horse and without warning jumped off. I was suddenly glad that I was the horse leader and not the side walker but soon realized this was a great reminder that anything can happen with kids.
The second rider went on without a hitch, but it was the third rider that truly touched me. Her name was Kayla. A ten year old girl with no visible disabilities. We all saw the connection she had with her horse right from the beginning. Kayla smiled as her horse sniffed and greeted her, while the rest of us held back tears. It was amazing to me how much of an impact a horse can have on someone. Kayla was talkative and wouldn't stop smiling. She was very knowledgable about horses and had shared with us her history of going to horse camp. To me, she seemed like your average ten year old. Just another girl on a horse. That is what is so great about this program. It doesn't matter if these kids are in a wheelchair or can get around on their own. In class, they are all the same - just a kid on a horse. They are responsible for steering and commanding their horse to go where they need to go. For that hour every week, they are just like every other kid.
The best part of this class for me, was the ability to forget about everything else that was going on in my life. For the first time in longer than I could remember, I didn't think about work. I didn't think about my to do list or what I needed to get done this coming weekend. For those three hours all I thought about was the horse next to me and the kid riding it. It was absolutely fantastic. I wasn't stressed out, I was thrilled. Finding an organization where I get to work with horses and kids is the perfect place for me.
When I got home, I was full of dirt, smelled like manure and was pretty exhausted. But those three hours had more of an impact than anything I have done in longer than I can remember. Eight more weeks of class and I can't wait for next Tuesday!
M
We Can Ride
http://www.wecanride.org/
Friday, August 26, 2011
A Letter to a Soldier
Growing up in Minnesota, I was somewhat immune to military life. I didn't really see anyone in the military or understand that way of life. Going to college in San Diego quickly changed that. Military personnel are everywhere in San Diego. You can't walk through the San Diego airport without seeing men and women in uniform. Seeing those people in uniform always made me smile. I was grateful at what they had chosen to do with their life allowing me to live mine. I met many people of the military while I lived in San Diego and again when I moved to Washington, D.C. I was completely fascinated by military life - it was so different from my own.
I have always wondered how they do it. How they can leave their family for months at a time and put their own life in danger. I have always wanted to help them, especially the younger ones. After looking into a various list of organizations that help out the military and their families, I found an organization called Soldier's Angels. As a member, I commit to sending a letter to a soldier who is deployed every week for one year. I also commit to sending a care package once a month during that year. I thought it sounded pretty fun. I enjoy writing letters (I guess I am old fashioned, but who doesn't enjoy getting mail) and love going shopping for someone else picking out fun things like snacks and toiletries.
So I joined yesterday and sent my first welcome email to Michael Easton, stationed somewhere in Afghanistan. I know nothing about him, other than he is in the Army and is living abroad serving his country. I hope to learn more about him over the next year and somehow make living abroad a little easier for him. It doesn't take much, just a pen, some paper, and letting him know that someone over here is thinking about everyone over there, wishing for their safe return.
M
Soldier's Angels
www.soldiersangels.org
I have always wondered how they do it. How they can leave their family for months at a time and put their own life in danger. I have always wanted to help them, especially the younger ones. After looking into a various list of organizations that help out the military and their families, I found an organization called Soldier's Angels. As a member, I commit to sending a letter to a soldier who is deployed every week for one year. I also commit to sending a care package once a month during that year. I thought it sounded pretty fun. I enjoy writing letters (I guess I am old fashioned, but who doesn't enjoy getting mail) and love going shopping for someone else picking out fun things like snacks and toiletries.
So I joined yesterday and sent my first welcome email to Michael Easton, stationed somewhere in Afghanistan. I know nothing about him, other than he is in the Army and is living abroad serving his country. I hope to learn more about him over the next year and somehow make living abroad a little easier for him. It doesn't take much, just a pen, some paper, and letting him know that someone over here is thinking about everyone over there, wishing for their safe return.
M
Soldier's Angels
www.soldiersangels.org
Thursday, August 25, 2011
Purpose
"This is your life, are you who you want to be?" One of my favorite bands, Switchfoot sings this quote in one of my favorite songs. Every time I hear it, I think about my life and whether or not I am really doing everything I truly want to be doing. I live close to family and am lucky enough to see them often. I have a great job and own my own house. I am making enough money to be comfortable, but everyone wants more, right? I have supportive family and friends. My life couldn't be better. Sometimes I think about the little things that bother me - like driving behind someone who is driving too slow, getting stuck in traffic, a long line at the store, etc. I get stressed out at work like everyone does and then I see a story on the news that I think about for days. A story that showcases the greatness of humanity and how people donate and give to others. It makes me want to do the same. A lot of friends have had blogs for various reasons. A challenge or trip they are chronicling. I always love reading other people's adventures and never really thought about doing my own blog. It might be lame, but I recently read about how people who blog (even if no one ever reads it) usually are happier. It is a nice outlet for what I am thinking without forcing people to read my every thought on Facebook. I am not an eloquent writer, but I still have a lot to say. This entry will be long (I apologize ahead of time but promise to make other entries a lot shorter)! And so begins my experiment...
I did a lot of volunteering when I was in high school - mostly because it was required. Of course I enjoyed it, but I didn't really seek out opportunities unless I needed to. It was a nice way to pad my college applications while doing something nice for other people. I would always gravitate towards organizations that helped kids or animals. In college, I volunteered at juvenile hall and helped tutor kids that were in trouble with the law. It opened my eyes to so many things. How different two people's lives can be. I was lucky enough to grow up in a family that enjoyed many luxuries so seeing young people who came from different circumstances was truly life changing. It is still the most memorable volunteer experience I have had. After college, I volunteered at various animal shelters and left every day wanting to rescue another homeless pet. Since I currently have four pets of my own, clearly that would be a bad idea. I always hear about great organizations and fun opportunities to volunteer but usually think "oh I don't have time for that" and move on. Well, I do have time.
Over the last few weeks I have signed up for a few worthy (in my opinion) volunteer opportunities and wanted to try to volunteer for many more over the course of the next year. I thought it would be fun to chronicle my experiences and post various organizations and opportunities that others might want to join. If I just inspire one person to volunteer after reading this, I have done what I set out to do. Although I hope many more will decide to join in the fun, I know how busy life is. From helping people locally, to abroad, my goal is expose all sorts of different things that can help others. Whether you have one dollar or one hour, I urge you to give back. You won't regret it. It might even change your life.
M
I did a lot of volunteering when I was in high school - mostly because it was required. Of course I enjoyed it, but I didn't really seek out opportunities unless I needed to. It was a nice way to pad my college applications while doing something nice for other people. I would always gravitate towards organizations that helped kids or animals. In college, I volunteered at juvenile hall and helped tutor kids that were in trouble with the law. It opened my eyes to so many things. How different two people's lives can be. I was lucky enough to grow up in a family that enjoyed many luxuries so seeing young people who came from different circumstances was truly life changing. It is still the most memorable volunteer experience I have had. After college, I volunteered at various animal shelters and left every day wanting to rescue another homeless pet. Since I currently have four pets of my own, clearly that would be a bad idea. I always hear about great organizations and fun opportunities to volunteer but usually think "oh I don't have time for that" and move on. Well, I do have time.
Over the last few weeks I have signed up for a few worthy (in my opinion) volunteer opportunities and wanted to try to volunteer for many more over the course of the next year. I thought it would be fun to chronicle my experiences and post various organizations and opportunities that others might want to join. If I just inspire one person to volunteer after reading this, I have done what I set out to do. Although I hope many more will decide to join in the fun, I know how busy life is. From helping people locally, to abroad, my goal is expose all sorts of different things that can help others. Whether you have one dollar or one hour, I urge you to give back. You won't regret it. It might even change your life.
M
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