tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16234067568672116632024-03-13T17:50:15.261-07:00Slippers & BrunchKeeping happy at JMU with E-Hall brunch and pink slippers.Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.comBlogger46125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-65962921494217332772013-05-17T10:12:00.002-07:002013-05-17T10:12:53.944-07:00Shopping CartsDate: May 16, 2013<br />
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I know everyone hates putting their carts away after shopping. I mean you just pushed the thing all the way out to your car and the collection area is like 10 parking spots away. That's just too far. Trust me, I'm totally one of those people, but maybe I shouldn't be. I know I hate when I try to park somewhere but there is a shopping cart in the way, so why put the burden on another person to move the cart? </div>
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Well I knew I was going to go ahead and walk my cart back up to the collection area, so I figured I'd grab the elderly woman's cart and do the same for her. She was parked beside me and was unpacking her cart into her car. I waited a few seconds and asked if I could take her cart for her. She was happy I asked and told me "thank you." It's nice to do nice things for random people. It makes me feel good when I do something for someone I know nothing about. </div>
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Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-23014759856573307462013-05-17T10:06:00.000-07:002013-05-17T10:06:03.138-07:00Round to the next dollar Date: May 14, 2013<br />
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This was one of the easiest acts of kindness that I've done so far. I went to Farm Fresh after my workout to get some raspberries, face wipes, and Benadryl. When I went to check out, the cashier asked me if I wanted to round up to the next dollar and donate the change to CHKD, so I did. While my change wasn't much, if everyone does it, it adds up. <br />
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CHKD posted <a href="http://www.chkd.org/About/PressReleases/Read.aspx?news=2701">this article</a> about Farm Fresh. Check it out!<br />
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Hebrews 13:16Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-74195810274201754552013-05-13T16:36:00.002-07:002013-05-13T16:36:42.627-07:00Stuff Stuff StuffDate: May 9, 2013<br />
Time: 5:00pm<br />
Location: Family Thrift Center<br />
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I have so much <i>stuff</i>. Clothes, hair accessories, purses, books, etc. Seriously just <i>stuff</i>. I know I'm not the only one because I have seen tons of articles on "organizing your stuff." We, as Americans, kind of have a problem. Since coming home from my experience abroad, I have noticed just how much I have. Not only in comparison to other countries, but in comparison to other families in America as well. Yeah, so I don't have the most expensive items out there, but I do have a lot. Studying abroad and seeing how other countries live made me realize that I don't need everything I have and that I need to be more thankful for how much I do have.<br />
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I am certainly not saying I got rid of everything in my room, but I did have a small basket of items to give away this week. My goal is to go through all of my <i>stuff</i> and give it away. I don't need 30 teddy bears or 4 winter coats, but there may be 30 kids that need a teddy bear or 4 women that need a coat. I kind of see it as I'm taking away from 30 kids by having these bears lined up in my closet. Hopefully I'm not the only 20-something that still has teddy bears. If you're reading this & you have some that you want to get rid of, let me know & I'll take them off your hands. I am going to see if I can donate them to the Ronald McDonald House in Norfolk for the children in the hospital to have, or at least for their siblings to have while staying in the house.<br />
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Giving your <i>stuff</i> away is one of the easiest things you can do. Some collection companies make it so easy they will come to your house to get the items off of your hands. It's hard to part ways with things you've had forever, but remember that your Tigger stuffed animal could go to a child that doesn't have anything. That extra pan you never use could help a family that can't afford to buy a brand new one. All those blankets grandma gave you 10 Christmas in a row that are sitting in the attic - they could keep a homeless man or woman warm this winter.<br />
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I challenge you to get rid of some <i>stuff </i>this Summer. It's nice to have room for new things and it feels amazing to help someone in need. The awkward and confused looks on their faces when you do help them is priceless. Try it! Spread God's love!<br />
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Hebrews 13:16Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-77771769314132946402013-05-13T16:24:00.000-07:002013-05-13T16:24:21.573-07:00Laundry Detergent Date: May 9, 2013<br />
Time: 1:30pm<br />
Location: CVS<br />
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My church (<a href="http://www.firstnorfolk.org/">First Baptist Church of Norfolk</a>) is constantly serving our community and world. This is one of the reasons I love my church so much. I tried other churches last summer, but nothing really compares to the compassion FBCN has for Hampton Roads and for people all over. Currently we are collecting items for <a href="http://www.virginiasupportivehousing.org/residences/gosnold-apartments.php">The Gosnold Apartments</a> in Norfolk. <br />
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I was at CVS and saw laundry detergent that was on sale for $1.99. I grabbed two of them to donate, spending only about $4 on 60 loads worth of laundry detergent! I am going to try to keep this list on hand at all times so if I see a really good deal, I'll snag it to donate.<br />
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I was driving around after picking up my glasses (yep, officially a nerd and proud) and saw a Dunkin Donuts. Now if you know me, you know I have a major sweet tooth. It's seriously a problem and I'm afraid I'll end up obese in the near future if I don't slow it down. Anyway, given my "need" for sweets, I decided to make a stop and grab a donut. (I mean I had to celebrate being able to see, right?) I won a $10 gift card on <a href="http://dealdash.com/">Deal Dash</a> (check it out, it's awesome for Christmas time) a few months ago and hadn't used it all yet. <br />
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I got my donut and decided to leave the gift card for whoever came next. When I told the cashier, she was very confused (seriously one of the best parts of doing this is seeing the looks on people's faces when I do something nice). I tried to explain that I just wanted to do something kind for whoever came next and she seemed to understand. The gift card only had a little over $5 left on it, so I don't know if it will cover the next person's "meal" (yes, I just called donuts a meal), but it will cover at least a little bit of it.<br />
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Once again, this is a very simple thing to do and it only cost me about $0.05 since I won the gift card for very cheap on Deal Dash. I am going to attempt to win more gift cards and start handing them out. Hopefully it works out that way!<br />
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<br />Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-37955656900524444502013-05-10T07:22:00.001-07:002013-05-10T07:47:04.711-07:00Mom's Birthday PresentDate: May 8, 2013<br />
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Wednesday was my mom's birthday! She is such a special woman and I am proud of her just for being her honestly. She taught me at a very young age to be kind and to do good for others. </div>
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Traveling Italy and Europe for 3 months drains your bank account. That being said, I had to be extra creative this year for her present. She told me just to make her a card, but I wanted to do at least a little bit more for her. </div>
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I wanted to make her a cake to take to her work, but all we had in the house was muffin mix. I figured it's the thought that counts, so I made the muffins. I took them to work and we sang "Happy Birthday" to her. She always makes a cake for everyone else's birthday, so I wanted to make sure she got one for hers. </div>
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Before I went to the shop, I decided that her real gift would be a clean house. It cost me nothing and it is something I know she wants and needs. I know no one likes cleaning, but I really don't like it. While that's true, I knew it would make my mom happy, so I did it anyway. (Acts of kindness aren't always things you love doing. It's important to humble yourself and do the "hard" stuff or the stuff you don't like sometimes.) When I said I cleaned house, I meant it. I got down on my hands and knees scrubbing the baseboards and even cleaned the bathroom (my least favorite thing to do). You can see the full list of what I did for my mom's birthday in the photo below. It made her happy, so I was happy. </div>
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I know y'all may be thinking, "Well it's her birthday, you had to do something," but that's not completely true. While I knew I was going to do something, I easily could have stopped at the card and the muffins. It would have been much easier just to buy a gift than to work on cleaning the house for a few hours, but I knew this was something that needed to be done and something she probably wouldn't expect. I'm counting as an Intentional Act of Kindness because cleaning is not something I'm not a big fan of doing, but I wanted to be kind to my mom on her birthday! </div>
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I (finally) got to go see my youngest brother play trumpet in his band concert tonight. All of his past concerts were either while I was away at college or in Italy. I was so excited to finally get to see him play! He did amazing. (I mean he's my brother, how could he not?) I am so proud of the young man he is becoming. </div>
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At the end of the show I saw some trash on the ground. I know it's not much, but I picked it up and threw it away. I'm sure that wasn't the only few pieces of trash on that auditorium floor, but by picking it up I hope to make the janitor's job a little easier! They will never know it was there or that someone helped them out, but that's part of this journey. I am learning to be kind without the expectation of anything in return, including a simple "thank you." </div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I completely forgot about an act of kindness I performed in Italy. It was the end of the day during the Venice Carnival and a group of us were on our way back to the bus via water taxi to take us back to Florence. The taxi was full to the brim with the huge festival going on. An older couple got on the boat and were unable to sit down. Now this isn't really a huge act of kindness, just manners, but is a simple thing anyone can do. I gave up my seat for them. He let his wife sit down. I was actually shocked that no one else on the boat was willing to give up their seats for the other older adults standing. </span></div>
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This may sound like an excuse and I guess it kind of is, but doing acts of kindness is hard with a language barrier. I can't explain my intentions well enough for them to understand, and it is hard to do something they would appreciate without fully understanding their culture. <br />
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Today I finally had the opportunity! A woman came up to me in Germany while I was walking back to our apartment. She was having trouble with the parking meter because it didn't take small coins. She asked if I had a 1 Euro coin to trade for her smaller coins. I was happy I did have one so I have it to her. She tried giving me the smaller coins to trade but I just told her to take the 1 Euro and have a nice day. It may not sound like a lot, but it put a smile on her face! <br />
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Hebrews 13:16Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0Wiesbaden Wiesbaden50.07659 8.230136tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-76946068230698375732013-01-06T20:14:00.001-08:002013-01-06T20:14:35.277-08:0010% Complete!I was just looking through my blog to see if I have posted anything unrelated to my 100 intentional acts of kindness goal and saw that I have reached act #10! I guess this kind of slipped my mind as I was writing my last post about act number 10.<br />
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I just want to create a sort of roundup of my first 10 intentional acts of kindness and how I am feeling after doing them.<br />
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1 <a href="http://slippersnbrunch.blogspot.com/2012/12/pretzels.html">Pretzels</a><br />
2 <a href="http://slippersnbrunch.blogspot.com/2012/12/chai-latte.html">Chai Latte</a><br />
3 <a href="http://slippersnbrunch.blogspot.com/2012/12/angel-tree.html">Angel Tree</a><br />
4 <a href="http://slippersnbrunch.blogspot.com/2012/12/campbells-soup.html">Campbell's Soup</a><br />
5 <a href="http://slippersnbrunch.blogspot.com/2012/12/housekeeping.html">Housekeeping</a><br />
6 <a href="http://slippersnbrunch.blogspot.com/2012/12/hot-chocolate.html">Hot Chocolate</a><br />
7 <a href="http://slippersnbrunch.blogspot.com/2013/01/panera.html">Panera</a><br />
8 <a href="http://slippersnbrunch.blogspot.com/2013/01/goodwill.html">Goodwill</a><br />
9 <a href="http://slippersnbrunch.blogspot.com/2013/01/computer.html">Computer</a><br />
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I have to say looking back at what I have done feels good. I know that I am making a difference in the world by being kinder. It may not completely change the world, but I'm planting a seed of change that can grow and blossom. <br />
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I am proud of myself for completing 10% of my goal in one month. I want to continue doing good and loving on others!<br />
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Hebrews 13:16Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-57110359558468276882013-01-04T14:00:00.003-08:002013-01-04T14:02:10.052-08:00KiddosDate: December 30, 2012<br />
Time: 9:30am<br />
Location: First Baptist Church of Norfolk<br />
Number: 10<br />
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For those of you that don't know, I'm obsessed with babies. It's a little severe. Check out my <a href="http://pinterest.com/sboyd42/babies-babies-babies-little-ones/">Babies Babies Babies</a> Pinterest board. 70 pins and I'm no where near getting ready to have kids. I seriously just love babies. They make me remember how God works miracles by just giving us life. Plus, they're cute. Who can argue with that?<br />
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Anyway, my love of babies and children in general is a gift I have. I know for a fact that there are people who just don't love the kiddos and are not good at playing with them. It's sad to say, but I've seen parents who don't seem to know how to play with their little ones. This is not me. I will play with kids for hours, and often do. <br />
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My senior year of high school I was not super close with God. I was upset my parents dragged me to church, so I tried to make the best of it. As much as I love listening to the sermons now, it just wasn't for me then. I didn't get much out of it. Probably because I wasn't listening quite right, but either way it just wasn't happening for me. <br />
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I reached out to the children's ministry and somehow got connected to start volunteering in the preschool/nursery ministry. I loved it. This was one of the times I knew I wanted to be a teacher because of how I felt when I was around the kids. I felt love. Real love. God's love. I knew how much He loved those babies and thus how much he loved me for giving me the ability to work with them and make them smile.<br />
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Being back at home gives me the chance to work with the ministry more. This Sunday I got to volunteer in the nursery with the infants. They're a blast. No, they don't talk, but their facial expressions and the noises they make are priceless. I laugh every time I'm in that room. I have to admit, the crying is a little over my head and I'm a not good at getting them to burp, but I'm learning and trying. <br />
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Giving my time is something easy I can do because it is free! Giving my time to something I love and have a passion for is even easier. <br />
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Hebrews 13:16Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-59789177209722317712013-01-04T13:50:00.001-08:002013-01-04T13:50:18.945-08:00ComputerDate: December 30, 2012<br />
Time: 9:30am<br />
Location: First Baptist Church of Norfolk<br />
Number: 9<br />
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During the Christmas Eve service at my church I was reminded of the church's need for computers and computer equipment. My family had told me about it once before, knowing my old laptop was laying on the floor in the corner of my bedroom, but I had forgotten. <br />
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I can't lie, this computer was dead, had stickers all over the back of it and was obviously owned by a middle schooler. The laptop died when I was in high school. It was an old Gateway and I bought it for about $300 when I was in like 7th grade. I got a few good years out of it, but eventually I let the virus protection run out and, obviously, it got viruses. <br />
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I knew I needed to get rid of the laptop, especially now that I have my Mac. I had no need for it, and no one in my house could get it to work. I was planning on trashing it, smashing the screen like my brother and I did to our old family computer that died. Realizing the only reason we did that was because of tax stuff that was on it, I decided it would be silly for me to do that. Even if it would be fun. <br />
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My Gateway and I parted ways on Sunday when I donated it to the church. I have no idea if they will be able to fix it or get anything out of it, but I figured it was better to give it to them and let them try than just throw it away.<br />
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Unfortunately I don't have a picture of this glorious laptop for you to laugh at, but I'm sure you can imagine its beauty.<br />
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Remember, giving is all about giving what you can. I couldn't donate a working, new computer, but I was able to give something. Who knows, maybe someone will learn how to fix a computer thanks to this donation. I'm sure God can use this act of kindness to glorify His kingdom some how!<br />
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Hebrews 13:16Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-42058174396531226192013-01-04T13:37:00.004-08:002013-01-04T13:37:53.507-08:00GoodwillDate: December 23, 2012<br />
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You can easily look in my closet and drawers and see the abundant amount of clothing I own. It's crazy. All the t shirts I've accumulated over the years, the "sale" clothes I buy for no reason. I am blessed beyond reason. I love my clothes, but I noticed this year at school how much I brought with me and how rarely I wear certain pieces. </div>
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I like to say I'm a giver, but it is hard for me to part with clothes. I can donate old toys and shoes and trinkets all day long, but clothes are hard for me. It's not like I can't give them away because I won't have any left. I'd still have enough for weeks if I gave half my wardrobe away. </div>
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Coming home from school with boxes of clothes and stuff made me a little stressed out. Where in the world could I fit all of the stuff I have? I don't have a clue how it fit in my room prior to me moving it out for school. I decided it was time to do a sweep of my room and grab a few bags to donate or trash stuff. </div>
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I ended up with a giant bag full of everything you can imagine: t shirts, teddy bears, pants, shorts, dresses, shoes, erasers, etc. There was seriously some random stuff in there. I found it hard to part with certain shirts because of their sentimental value. (I'm strange that way.) I had to remind myself that it was only a shirt, I had the memories, and that someone else needed it way more than I did. </div>
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Here is a blurry (sorry) picture of the bags I brought to Goodwill a few days before Christmas. The bag on the left from Steve and my mom cleaning out their closets and the one on the right is mine. Hopefully someone finds these clothes helpful and keeps them warm this cold winter!</div>
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Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-42916082699312798392013-01-04T13:24:00.005-08:002013-01-04T13:24:49.763-08:00PaneraDate: December 22, 2012<div>
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I was finishing up some Christmas shopping when I realized it had been a while since I had done an act of kindness. My mom was getting hungry and wanted to go to Panera. I asked her what she was going to get and she said she wanted one of the sweets. I remembered I had a "free sweet" on my My Panera card. I asked my mom if I could treat her and she said yes.</div>
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Remember, you don't need to be kind only to people you don't know or spend tons of money on them. The Lord rejoices when you are kind to anyone and in any way.</div>
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Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-47153937403425610082012-12-09T08:56:00.000-08:002012-12-09T08:56:07.903-08:00IntentionalI was talking to my friend Danielle the other day about my 100 acts of kindness project. She loves what I am doing, but we were talking about what "counts" and what doesn't. We were trying to figure out what a "random" act of kindness was and couldn't really figure it out. Does doing something nice for a friend count? Or would it only count if it's someone I don't know? What if I planned it out? There were a lot of unanswered questions.<br />
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Please remember that the purpose of this project is for me and for the Lord. I want to glorify Him by serving others. Hebrews 13:16 speaks to this. This project is not to make anyone think I am an awesome person or anything like that. The reason I am posting it on here is to give others ideas on how to serve in small ways. I found out about the project through blog posts like this, so I thought it may help someone else in the future.<br />
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Upon reflection, I've decided to change my project name. The acts I am doing are not random at all, they are intentional. I have created this project to intentionally serve people, not randomly do nice things. Therefore, I'm changing the name to "100 intentional acts of kindness" to be completed whenever it happens. No deadlines. No stress. Just serving.<br />
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Please pray that my intentions stay true to Him through this project and I never boast about what I am doing, but tell people with humility. Also pray that I can tell others about Him in this process!<br />
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Thanks for all of your love and support!<br />
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<br />Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-4722852330450357232012-12-09T08:48:00.002-08:002012-12-09T08:48:37.026-08:00Hot ChocolateDate: December 7, 2012<br />
Time: 5:15pm<br />
Location: Carrier Library<br />
Number: 6<br />
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Danielle and I were working on our Education finals in the library when we decided we needed to take a break and get something from Starbucks. I didn't know if I actually wanted hot chocolate or not, but ordered it anyway and decided just to give it to someone that was studying. I saw one of my sorority sisters working on something. I decided that would be the perfect person to give it to. I didn't know her very well. There are 182 of us and getting to know that many people in a short three months is too hard. <br />
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I went up to her and let her know that I bought it for her. She was confused as to why I would buy it for her, but I just explained what I was doing and she was happy to take it and thanked me. She even posted a picture on Facebook.<br />
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Giving coffee has been my favorite act of kindness so far. Everyone is so surprised when I ask to buy it for them or give it to them. It is an awesome chance to talk about God, but I haven't taken it so far. I guess for me it is a scary thing to do. I'm afraid of rejection, but I need to get over it. God put this project on my heart, so I need to glorify Him as much as possible through it. Pray for courage that I can talk about Him when working for Him.<br />
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Here are some photos of the hot cocoa!<br />
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<br />Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-12583923864197610132012-12-09T08:42:00.000-08:002012-12-09T08:42:39.181-08:00HousekeepingDate: December 6, 2012<br />
Time: 4:00 pm<br />
Location: Chappelear Hall<br />
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I have always made an effort to say, "Thank you" to the housekeepers at JMU. They do a lot to keep our campus clean. The ladies in my dorm are very sweet and always tell us to have a nice day. I appreciate that! It is nice knowing that they really do care about us as people as much as we care about them. Unfortunately, they don't get a lot of credit. As bad as it sounds, we sort of expect them to keep the bathrooms and hallways clean in the dorm. <br />
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I was working on a paper and somehow came up with the idea to write them a note. You can see the note below, but I wanted to thank them for what they do and make sure they know they're appreciated. It was nice to know that all but one of the kisses I left was still there the next morning. I love the honesty of JMU. It may sound crazy, but when getting food most people leave their wallets at the table to save their seats. That's just how it is here.<br />
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Anyway, here are some pictures to show you what I did!<br />
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<br />Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-77429588118102743442012-12-05T19:09:00.001-08:002012-12-05T19:09:36.809-08:00Campbell's SoupDate: December 5, 2012<br />
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Location: Chappelear Hall<br />
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Today I've been on a roll! This is my third random act of kindness today. I feel kind of strange calling them random since I'm actively trying to figure out different things I can do for others. Regardless I am still working to bless others.<br />
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I was at Target getting presents for the Angel Tree (<a href="http://slippersnbrunch.blogspot.com/2012/12/angel-tree.html">read more here</a>), turned the corner, and saw that canned food was on sale for $0.75. While I don't have a ton of money, I figured spending a few extra dollars to help out those less fortunate was worth it. I grabbed four soups and headed for the checkout!<br />
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I knew my dorm was having a food drive, but had no idea what it was for. I asked one of the RAs and she said she was taking it to Kroger to donate to their food drive. I honestly don't know where the food is going to, but I would imagine it is going to those who need it, so I was happy to help. Unfortunately there was not much food in the bin, but it was good to see that people were donating clothes as well!<br />
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<br />Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-55768211032583409332012-12-05T19:08:00.000-08:002012-12-05T19:08:39.918-08:00Angel TreeDate: December 5, 2012<br />
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Today one of my sisters in Alpha Delta Pi posted a link to a Google Doc with a few families' needs listed for the <a href="http://www.angeltree.org/helpangeltree">Angel Tree</a> project Phi Mu is participating in. I guess they needed some help taking care of all of the families and asked us to join in on the giving! I was happy to sign up to purchase toys for two little boys ages three and five. I love boys this age, so I knew I'd love to help give them a Christmas they may not have otherwise.</div>
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Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-15960687920361835992012-12-05T14:50:00.001-08:002012-12-05T19:08:26.327-08:00Chai Latte Date: December 5, 2012<br />
Time: 2:15 pm<br />
Location: Carrier Library<br />
Act Number: 2<br />
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I knew I wanted to continue my random acts of kindness in the library today because everyone, and I mean everyone, is stressing about finals. The Starbucks workers are making tons of drinks, the students are studying, and the librarians are working hard to make sure students are using the library to the fullest. <br />
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Of all of these people, I feel like the librarians are appreciated least. I decided to bless her by buying her a drink from Starbucks. Our conversation went something like this:<br />
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Librarian: How can I help you?<br />
Me: Actually, I wanted to do something for you. Can I buy you something from Starbucks?<br />
Librarian: <i>smiles</i> What? Why?<br />
Me: Well I just wanted to do something nice and let you know that you are appreciated.<br />
Librarian: Okay, well I don't want you to have to wait in that long line.<br />
Me: Oh that's okay, I was going to anyway.<br />
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She was shocked that someone was treating her. She couldn't stop smiling, which meant I couldn't stop smiling. I was nervous at first. I didn't know what she would say and I didn't really know how to go about asking her what she wanted. Luckily, she was very sweet and it all worked out. She was even concerned for me to spend my time in the line, but I was planning on it before asking her for her order.<br />
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She gave me her order of a Chai Latte with nonfat milk and I went to get it for her. When I dropped it off, I left a note along with it. She was in the middle of a conversation, so I just handed it to her, smiled, and walked away.<br />
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It is such a great feeling knowing that you made someone happy!<br />
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<br />Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-87177698975498444002012-12-05T13:40:00.000-08:002012-12-05T19:08:17.091-08:00Pretzels <div>
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Yesterday I completed my first random act of kindness! I was in the library for an eternity working on a history paper and went to get a snack. I had been thinking about what my first pay it forward act would be all day. I had decided I would leave a note on the vending machine with $1.50, but realized I didn't actually have the cash to do that. Instead, I bought a bag of pretzels with my dining dollars from the vending machine and left them somewhere for someone to enjoy!<br />
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I wrote on an index card and left it by a water fountain in ECL. It really felt great getting to bless someone. I have no idea who got the pretzels, but they were gone when I left around 11:45 pm, so I know someone got it.</div>
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I've been on Pinterest for the last half hour and am impressed with the work people have been doing to pay it forward in our country during this rough economic time. I don't have much money as a college student, but there is still plenty I can do to pay it forward. God has placed this on my heart, so I am going to obey his commands.<br />
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I am going to post on here every time I perform a random act of kindness. These blog posts are NOT meant to be seen as boastful, but are to encourage all of you to join me on this journey. It might take me a year to complete 100 random acts of kindness, but I am going to do it!<br />
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Proverbs 22:9<br />
A generous man will himself be blessed, for he shares his food with the poor.<br />
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And do not forget to do good and to share with others, for with such sacrifices God is pleased.Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-1857528299509941132012-09-26T17:17:00.002-07:002012-09-26T17:17:55.213-07:00Stone Spring ElementaryThis semester I have decided to take on volunteering at Stone Spring Elementary School on some Mondays, and every Wednesday and Thursday. It is a blast and is so helpful for me to get to see a teacher in action, and actually teach a little myself.<br />
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Today has been a LONG day (to say the least). I woke up (late) to be (late) to a presentation by 7:30. This is so not like me. If you know me, you know I like to be punctual. I like sleep as well, but punctuality is my strong suit. Well not this morning... The presentation went great. (I was there right before we were schedule to present.) <br />
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Later, my classes dragged on. Luckily I got to have lunch with one of the girls in my small group, Abby. Abby is amazing and I have so much to learn from her. Val also passed by halfway through lunch, so we invited her to come enjoy the beautiful weather as we talked about my plans for Italy next semester. (See <a href="http://jmuitalia.blogspot.com/">jmuitalia.blogspot.com</a>!)<br />
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I was exhausted after my math class which ends at 1:10 pm. I know it was only 1:10 pm, but still. Then I went to send my absentee ballot in! I was so excited. Voting in the presidential election for the first time. Finally I changed and headed to Stone Spring for the end of the day.<br />
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Today was a short of catch up day for the kids. Lots of them were doing math or science. They have benchmark tests tomorrow, so they were getting ready for that as well. To say the least I LOVE these kids. I have only worked with them for 4 weeks, but I am getting to know them so well. I was feeling a little overwhelmed working with 5 kids at once on different math problems (they all were on different sections of the packets). It was frustrating when I couldn't figure out how to best explain something and when I had to go back and continually ask the teacher, Mrs. Elliott (she's awesome!) for guidance. I know I'm not a teacher yet, but I like to think I kind of know what I'm doing.<br />
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I stayed with the stragglers while they worked on their math as other students were going on to the writing section of the day (the end of the day). They were writing letters. I was so surprised to get TWO letters from students. This made my day, and made me feel like I was truly having an impact on them, which is my ultimate goal. <br />
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Here are the two letters from the little girls:<br />
"Dear Ms. Boyd,<br />
Thank you for coming in every Wednesday and Thursday to help me. I enjoy you helping me. I have really liked science this year especially when you came in to help me that one Monday. I have had a lot of fun with you. What grade do you want to teach? What do you like to do when you're not at school? I hope you like coming to our class.<br />
Sincerely, XXX"<br />
"Dear Mrs. Boyd,<br />
How are you? Thank you for helping us when we are in need. I really think you are really nice sweet and kind. I wish you were here every day cause you are really helpful to me and others. I really am a good writer and I really admire your helpfulness. I am happy to have a teacher like you. I want to thank you really much for your support kindness helpfulness and happyness. Thank you for every thing that you have done. I am really happy thank you Mrs. Boyd! Thank you very much and have a nice time in Stone Spring Elementary in our school. Have a nice day and the rest of the year thank you! You are a great help to others and me thank you.<br />
Sincerely, XXX"<br />
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Seriously made me so happy.<br />
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Just though I'd share how excited I was to get those letters! Any teachers out there? Have you gotten letters from your students in the past? What was your favorite?<br />
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<br />Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-83608570816647477702012-09-25T11:38:00.002-07:002012-09-25T11:38:54.136-07:00ITALY!!!!Hey everyone,<br />
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I am now doing double blog duty. Not that I've been very good about updating this one anyway... (whoops)! <br />
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I am starting a blog about my study abroad adventures in Italy! Feel free to check it out. I am so excited to have this opportunity!<br />
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Godeve! (Enjoy!)<br />
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<a href="http://jmuitalia.blogspot.com/">Ti amo, Italia</a><br />
Samantha Boydhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09194260974656311649noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1623406756867211663.post-27865767100550755362012-09-02T10:00:00.000-07:002012-09-02T10:02:51.949-07:00Let hope rise and darkness trembleThis morning I was blessed to wake up at 4:30 a.m. to experience something amazing. My small group decided to take a trip to<a href="http://www.summitpost.org/reddish-knob/151612"> Reddish Knob</a>, a mountain top located just an hour west of JMU. It is right on the boarder of Virginia and West Virginia. Our purpose? To praise Christ from the top of His creation during the sunrise. <br />
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I can't explain how uplifting and amazing this experience was. Not only was the beauty of the mountains and sunrise overwhelming, but our voices lifting up His name was just as beautiful. We drove up, enjoyed the scenery for a while, took tons of pictures, watched the sun rise, and praised Him.<br />
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Judy, a girl in my small group, organized worship and played guitar for us. It was wonderful. She has been given such a talent and is using it in the best way. One of the songs we sang was "With Everything" by Hillsong. If you haven't heard this song, or even if you have, consider listening to it. It is one of my favorites.<br />
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Laura, one of our small group leaders, read <a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+23&version=NIV">Psalm 23</a> (what an amazing promise!) and we headed back to JMU. We had a few girls leading worship at 9 a.m. for a local church, East Side! We have so many talented musicians in my small group.<br />
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Reflecting on this experience makes me feel so lucky to have an amazing group of girls to worship Him with. Isaiah 42:10-12 sort of speaks to an experience like this one.<br />
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Isaiah 42:10-12:<br />
10 Sing to the Lord a new song, his praise from the end of the earth, you who go down to the sea and all that fills it, the coastlands and their inhabitants. 11 Let the desert and its cities lift up their voice, the villages that Kedar inhabits; let the habitants of Sela sing for joy, <u>let them shout from the top of the mountains.</u> 12 Let them give glory to the Lord and declare his praise in the coastlands.<br />
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That is just want we did - we shouted our song from the top of the mountains!<br />
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I'm so glad I have such amazing sisters in Christ to share moments like these with.<br />
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