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Act 110

Saturday, May 2, 2009.soy-food

While out watching some basketball with some friends, we were eating some dinner. I generously offered to buy some food for everyone to have while we watched the game. It was totally unexpected by everyone.


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 150 – Chocolate Chip cookies can make anything better

Wednesday, June 9, 2010, Act 150.

On the return work trip back home I bought some chocolate chip cookies at one of our layovers and shared them with my coworker. Chocolate chip cookies can make any trip better!

chocolate chip cookies

Kindness Week Act 5

Friday, February 19, 2010, Act 145.

There never seems to be enough time to visit friends.  After a recent work event was completed, a friend of mine works at the huge facility where the event took place, so I took the time to go and stop by. I don’t get to see this person much and thought it would be a great gesture to show a friendship that I took the time to visit.

Kindness Week Act 1

Monday, February 15, 2010, Act 141.

Today marks the beginning of 2010 Random Acts of Kindness Week. I seemed to be reminiscing about things lately so I decided to brighten someone’s day to kickoff Kindness Week.  I sent a personally written note inside of a card to a family member that I haven’t seen or visited with for several years. I just simply let them know what had been going on in my life and asked them how their life was going.  I included my email and address for any return correspondence.

I hope the joy I imagined as this person opens the card with the note inside, will cause the receiver of the card to pass it on and reconnect with someone from their past too!

Have you started your “Week of Kindness”?

Act 139

Friday, January 15, 2010.

A friend recently made the decision to become a home owner.  And we all know what a terrible few weeks that is, uprooting your life and moving from one place to another. There are hundreds of things that need to be done, from cleaning, to painting, to moving furniture and carrying boxes.painting walls

I know how big a step this is, and wanted to make it as easy as possible for my friend. I volunteered to come over (along with other friends) and help paint and finish up preparing the place before the furniture arrived.  I was able to spend two evenings helping with tasks and painting like crazy.  The place looked awesome by the time we were finished painting!

The furniture arrived that following Monday and my friend is thrilled and happy with his new home!