Category Archives: time

Act 160 – What was lost, now is found

Thursday, July 5, 2012, Act 160

It’s been a few months since I have posted anything, and for that I apologize to my readers. I’m ready to back started with weekly if not daily posts. I came across a great act of kindness to get us started back being kind all the time.

A local grandmother and two grandsons found a box that had apparently fallen off of a delivery truck in route to a local jewelry store. The box was clearly marked that it should have been delivered to a nearby jewelry store.


We can imagine the collection of expensive goods inside the box looked something like this!

Knowing that it probably contained valuable items that had been misplaced, the grandmother and children took the missing box to the jewelry store and returned it to its rightful owner.  In my mind, anyone would have known that the items inside the jewelry store package would have been worth a lot of money. That makes this story even more touching – knowing they returned it promptly with nothing damaged and the box unopened.

For their great selfless, act of kindness, the jewelry store in fact rewarded them with a monetary gift for the valiant effort in returning the lost box. Kindness is not lost; we just have to look for it and then give it away to others!

Have you ever lost something that was later returned? Or maybe you are the finder that returned a lost item. Were you recognized, rewarded? Let us know.


Act 158 – Spread the Holiday cheer

Thursday, December 8, 2011, Act 158

If you’re cash-strapped, that doesn’t mean you can’t help others this holiday season.  Here are a few Web sites where you can give without a lot of green. &  These sites donate a portion of proceeds to charity as you shop.  Helps couples create gift registries, invitations and party favors that benefit charitable groups.  Distributes shoes to poor and the disaster-struck around the world. &  Gives your gently-used stuffed animals to children in need. &  Pair you with local volunteer needs.

Act 157 – Babysitting cats

Tuesday, May 31, 2011, Act 157.

Yes it is true, people will do anything for their pets. Last night with the summer heat coming out in full force. My wife and I noticed some ants were making their way into our kitchen through the sliding glass door.

the cats



I had been out two days before spraying continuously around the back of the house, the sliding glass door, and all windows. But those suckers were still getting in. I reasoned that I couldn’t just spray all over the kitchen because of our two cats, their food, and their healthy well being. So we strategized what to do.

I figured we had to spray the ant kill inside to end this pestering. So we took the cats downstairs and locked the downstairs door to keep them away from the drop zone of spraying. I then continued to spray around the door inside, the floor in front of the door, the cabinet corner, and below the cabinets where little insect critters would try to hide. I felt comfortable spraying the insect killer because the cats were well away out of harms way.

After the spraying session, it had to dry before the animals could come back up stairs. I didn’t want them locked down in the basement alone, I mean they might get bored or something. Or worse tear up something down there.  So I spent the next two hours down in the basement babysitting the cats. They sure are a crazy animal. I enjoyed watching them, playing, and learning more about how they act (good and bad)!

Hopefully no more ants……

Act 156 – Help a friend out

Thursday, May 26, 2011, Act 156.

It is getting so hot here in WV that on some days it is unbearable to walk around any long distances outside.  Today a co-worker had to travel across campus to pick up a University vehicle for a trip.

Even though the person said they would walk just fine, I wouldn’t have it. I wouldn’t want to walk in the heat and be sweating for my upcoming appointment and I wouldn’t want anyone else to go through that either.

I insisted that I give them a ride to pick up the vehicle and keep them calm, cool and collected for their afternoon appointment. It only took a few minutes of my time, but I believe it paid huge dividends for the person to stay cool and not be frustrated by the heat and the long walk.

Kindness knows no bounds

This is a blog article from a good friend of mine. It talks about her experience when she was the Public Information Officer on site during the Sago Mine Disaster. This post was published on the 1 year Anniversary of the Sago incident:

The first time I saw the 29 crosses lined across a stage I froze. Not one represented anyone I knew personally, but each represented the families I had spent five, long agonizing days with a couple of weeks prior.  When I saw the same scene repeat itself again on the one year anniversary I was immediately taken back to the events that took place that horrible week.

At the time of the April 5, 2010, mine blast I was the public information officer for West Virginia’s Mine Safety Office. I can’t tell you what time I received the first call, but I can tell you that it set the stage for what was to come – life changing news that no one was prepared for.

The drive to the mine site was long. Longer because the loss of cell service isolated me from what was going on. Even the director of mine safety couldn’t get updates as we made our way to the scene. I don’t know how one can prepare for something like this. I had been with the mine safety office for about two years at the time of this accident, and had to deal with many mine accidents that involved the loss of life. But this was the first time I had actually been onsite at the place of an accident. I knew what my role was, but those responsibilities where momentarily overshadowed by the events unfolding around me, as they would a few times during that week.

The first night the governor met with the families. I couldn’t help but study their faces. I wanted to know their stories. I wanted to know more about their loved ones buried deep inside that West Virginia mountain. I wanted to comfort them and make it all better.

Throughout the week I got the privilege of meeting some of those family members. I listened to them talk about their husbands, fathers, uncles, and brothers. I even watched how some braved the media to tell their stories. I grew in awe of their resilience and held out just as much hope as they did that we would bring survivors to the surface.

When the governor broke the news that the miracle we had been praying for didn’t happen, I painfully watched as grown men sobbed like babies and adult women screamed for their daddies. I had heard the news prior to the governor’s announcement, but it wasn’t until that moment, to witness these reactions, that the realness of this event hit me.  And for the first time that week, I cried.

The first memorial service reopened the fresh wounds and memories of this nightmare. I wore my emotions on my sleeve, unable to hide the pain I felt for the families who suffered great loss. For me, the most emotional part of the ceremony was watching the team of miners I recruited turn on the lights of each hat one by one. These brave men took great pride in this task, but I know their hearts were heavy with sorrow. I can not imagine the pain that the miners’ families went through reliving those painful memories. Because as I sat recounting memories and precious stories of miners long lost, my heart was broken all over again.

Even though one year’s time has passed, many are still grieving. The losses can never be replaced. But as West Virginia pride is rooted in each of us, we continue to move forward. West Virginia pride and passion for a job well done and an honest day’s work is the comfort most in the coalfields seek. West Virginians will never forget, but will move forward into the future because we’re too proud and maybe just too dedicated to do otherwise.

written by Jama Jarrett,

Act 155 – Just a little time….

Tuesday, March 29, 2011, Act 155.

I’ve learned that you can do amazing things in only 60 seconds.

You can enlighten, inspire, or motivate someone. You can cheer them up or ease a burden. You can give them something they might need, and it just might be that single thing – a bit of information, an idea, help with something that before was overwhelming – that allows them to fulfill a dream and maybe turn their life around.

A minute is actually a substantial amount of time. (Sprint for just 60 seconds the next time you’re out for a run or bike ride, and you’ll see what I mean.) Set a timer, take a full minute and…………..

…find the phone numbers of three friends you haven’t spoken with in six months. And call them, rather than sending an email.

…go visit a relative that lives close by, but you never have the time to stop in.

…make a doctor’s appointment, if you haven’t had an annual checkup in more than a year.

It only takes 60 seconds to be kind – to others, to yourself, to everyone!

Act 152 – Extra time to help others

ice scraperTuesday, November 30, 2010, Act 152.

With Winter paying a visit early to WV, yesterday morning it was freezing cold and everything outside was feeling the effects. It gave me a chance to do a kind act.

My windows were all frosted over and so were my wife’s. I was running behind for work (as usual), but knew a few extra minutes could turn this day around for someone else. After I had finished scraping my windows off, I moved on to clear her windows and clean them off for her. She is late all the time and needs every second to get to work on time. So hopefully I was able to help her day go a little smoother. It was indeed a small act, but it’s the little things that matter.