Optimist's Creed

So I've been struggling lately with trying to stay positive.  I think I may have been trying to do too much, and have let things get to me.  I recently watched "The Secret" which is based on the book, and deals with your attitude, outlook, and such.  I have much to learn, but I'm starting - I even have an app on my iPhone that includes a new message every day or a new technique to help harness your positivity.  Here is a creed to live by and try to recite daily... I will start and let you know how it goes:


I promise myself:

To be so strong, nothing can disturb my peace of mind.

To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person I meet.

To make all my friends feel that there is something worthwhile in them.

To look at the sunny side of everything and make my optimism come true.

To think only of the best, to work for the best

and to expect only the best.

To be just as enthusiastic about the success of 

others as I am about my own.

To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the 

greater achievements of the future.

To wear a cheerful expression at all times and give a smile

to every living creature I meet.

To give so much time to improving myself that I

have no time to criticize others.

To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear,

and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.

To think well of myself and to proclaim this fact to the world,

not in loud word, but in great deeds.

To live in the faith that the whole world is on my side,

so long as I am true to the best that is in me.

Jolly

Tonight was night two of volunteering at the shelter.  A few of the same families were there, but there was one new family, and two of the families from the other night were moved into the more "permanent" shelter - which is good because it will give them better access to counseling, career help, financial planning, etc.


Tonight was another busy night - no duck duck goose, but I did play chase for quite some time.   I got some decent exercise! Those kids sure have a lot of energy.  We also played "kitchen" with the play-doh, where we made "pizzas" and "waffles" and all sorts of other good stuff.  The little boy from the other night wanted me to make him a robot - so I did!


I also learned how to play real dominoes - apparently I have been doing it wrong, or playing a different version my entire life.


So, tonight I volunteered with my friend Mollie and her friend Holly.  Well, the kids decided that Brad just didn't work well with that, so they affectionately dubbed me "jolly."  It was all in fun - and I made the most of it and had a good time with it all night.


A few of the girls colored again - and at the end of the night gave me the following pictures:

The one above says "I name Jolli."  Very touching - both girls were great singers - singing songs by Hannah Montana and Justin Bieber tonight.  It was cute.


I've gotten so much from this experience and have learned a lot about life, love, faith, hope, and fear.  Other things too I'm sure I'll come to understand over time.


I will probably do this again - and recommend if you have the chance, you try it too!

Project Home

Tonight I did something very difficult but very rewarding at the same time.  I volunteered for Project Home, which is an overflow homeless shelter for families sponsored by the Saint Paul Area Council of Churches.  
I wasn't really sure what to expect going into it.  The only thought I had was from a recent movie we watched at movie night called "Where God Left His Shoes".  An amazing movie about a family who becomes homeless and the difficulties they face living daily life - somehow they work through it as a family, and are stronger for it.  I highly recommend it - with a box of kleenex next to you.  Let me know what you think if you see it.


Anyway, I arrived early and one of the coordinators for Project Home met me at the location - we had a chance to talk a bit, then when the others arrived we went inside and began setting up cots and air mattresses for each family.  We were expecting 3 families (4 adults and 10 children) and then another family was added (1 adult 1 child), so we ended with 5 adults and 11 children!  


We prepared some snacks for when they arrived and went over some rules for the evening - the coordinators leave the volunteers and "residents" there.  The families started to arrive and seemed to know the routine.  They each got some snacks and began to eat.  We had some games on one of the tables and one of the little girls walked up and started poking at the play-doh in a ziploc bag.  She asked me what it was and then if we could play.  I said I'd love to play, but thought she should finish up her snack first!


After what seemed like a few akward moments, people started to move around and interact with the 3 volunteers.  I started working with a few of the girls picking out crayons to color with, and found just the right picture for them!  One of the little boys who was probably 3 was very lively and full of energy.  He grabbed my thumb and just wanted to walk around the hallways - he sure did love to talk!.  Although I really didn't understand much of what he said, it was important for both of us to share that time together.  I hope he got as much out of it as I did.


The night went on, and we played tic tac toe, made lots of things out of the play-doh, played "Sorry!", and even "duck duck goose."  I haven't been on the floor running around like that in quite some time!  It was good for me to feel like a kid again.


But then I remembered I'm an adult, and as I look into the eyes of each of these kids - it set in.  As innocent as they are, as much promise as they have for their future, they have no place to call home.  They are shuttled from place to place to place.  I can't help but think what more could we do?  What would these families do if they didn't have a place like Project Home to help?  Would they be subject to foster care and taken from their families - or be placed in regular shelters that could be much more dangerous and not a place for children.


I will be returning to volunteer on Thursday night once again and will probably see some of the same families.  The kids will again be full of life, full of energy, and just looking for some sense of normalcy in a world that is anything but.


As I get ready for bed tonight, I am grateful for what I have and am very humbled. I will no doubt see each of their faces as I close my eyes - haunted by their reality, but hopeful for their future.