Category Archives: make a difference

Responding to the Blowback on Paying it Forward

I’ve long been a fan of paying it forward. I think it’s a delightful gift to do something kind for someone else that is unexpected. I try to do this whenever I can. I do it when I’m especially happy and high on life. I also do it when I’m down and low on life. Both serve different functions for me. The first is sharing the joy that I already feel. The second is giving joy and feeling better about myself because of it.

Here’s the deal. Way too often in daily life we don’t take the time to see one another. We don’t take the time to engage with one another. The kindness of a stranger can truly make someone’s day and I’m cool with it making you feel better about yourself as well. Why not feel good about the good we put in the world?

I don’t know this for sure, but I imagine the kindness I show chaining out beyond the people to whom I am kind. I imagine that the person whose order I paid for it at Starbucks might be kinder to the grocery store clerk who checks them out an hour later or might leave an extra tip for their server at lunch. I like to think that my kindness makes the person who receives it smile, and hopefully have a better day.

I’m frustrated by the memes and posts about “don’t do this; use your money here instead.” as if that was the only choice. For me many times this is a both/and. Not only do I pay for the person behind me at Starbucks, I also give a larger tip to my server, or pay into the lunch fund at a local school. To be clear, I’m a great tipper. If you’re in a service job, I appreciate you, so I share what I can. Making people feel guilty about being kind makes no sense to me. We need a lot more joy. Spreading any kind of joy is good.

Paying it forward isn’t just about buying something for someone else. It’s about sharing a smile. It’s about saying hello. It’s about holding a door for someone struggling with packages. It’s about helping someone pick up items they’ve dropped. It’s about acknowledging other human beings, their existence, and their value.

When I worked at Savanah Bee Company in Boulder, Colorado a couple years ago, I often saw a man selling roses by the side of the street, as I drove to work. When I could, when I had cash from tips, I would buy a rose from him. One day I had a few more tips, so I bought six roses. After I parked, as I walked to the store, I gifted everyone I saw with a rose. Five of the people were unhomed individuals sitting on the street. One woman grabbed my hand and thanked me. She said she couldn’t remember the last time someone had done something kind just to do it. She said it made her feel seen. Some might say people without homes don’t need roses. They need food, water, socks, gloves, warm coats, a place to sleep, etc. While all that is true, they also need to be seen. That day, I had the capacity to give her a rose, to say “I see you”.

My point is this: everyone needs to be noticed. Everyone benefits from a bit of joy. Everyone benefits from a show of kindness. We make the world a better place for both the giver and the receiver. So don’t let anyone tell you you should be doing this instead of that. It’s not their business. Just give what you can, when you can, with an open heart.

Paying it forward is never the wrong option. Paying it forward is never a bad decision.

So, pay it forward in the way that works best for you. If you feel it, do it. The world, or at least someone’s day, will be brighter because of it.

Who am I on this Hunger Awareness journey?

Each of our journeys with hunger is unique. What brought us to passionately want to eradicate hunger is equally so. For me, in the autumn of 2009, I was finding my land legs in my new home at Wichita State University. I joined the faculty here in August 2007 as a professor in the Elliott School of Communication, and the Kansas Health Foundation Distinguished Chair in Strategic Communication. After more than 20 years in Nevada, I had forgotten that it takes a while to acclimate to a new place, but after 1 ½ years, I was feeling pretty settled. My daughter was doing well in school. I was learning the university. It was time to look outside our personal journeys and find something that would feed our souls, something that would allow us to make a positive difference.

The door that opened that autumn was to Numana, Inc.  and I have been committed to this organization ever since.  A colleague asked me to review some early press releases and media articles and offer suggestions. Not being a journalist, I agreed, hesitantly, but also offered to run it by my journalism colleagues. (This is one of the benefits for a social scientist of working in an integrated school of communication. If I don’t have the skills, someone else does.) I gave my feedback on content and my colleague Eric Wilson gave his on format. I was hooked. Rick McNary, founder and CEO of Numana told a compelling story of hungry children in Nicaragua and the idea of starting a “feed children in schools program”.  Children, schools, food… I was in.

My daughter, her youth group, my son, some of my graduate students,  and I took part in the first ever Numana packaging event in El Dorado, Kansas. Almost 4000 volunteers packaged more than 285,000 meals for Haiti that weekend. It was fun, exciting, and invigorating! What was unique about Numana’s effort to “empower people to save the starving” was the hands-on nature of their events. Volunteers rolled up their sleeves, donned plastic aprons, gloves and shower caps and mixed, packaged and prepared the food for shipment to Salvation Army schools in Haiti.  At tables of 12-14 volunteers, rice, soy, freeze dried vegetables, and a 21 vitamin/mineral tablet, a diet specifically designed for the metabolism of people who are starving, were measured into 6-serving bags, vacuum sealed, packed 36 to a box, and loaded on a truck, The truck would carry the food to Norfolk, Virginia, where it would be shipped by boat to Haiti. The food was expected to arrive in 6-8 weeks. Then the earthquake hit and the situation was so much more severe. Our food was airlifted in by the U.S. 82nd Airborne as some of the first food to reach Haiti following the earthquake.

Superbowl weekend, 2010, I hosted WSU Feeds Haiti, again with my daughter and a group of amazing students. Over 3000 volunteers packaged more than 641,000 meals that weekend. I continued to go to events, to offer my support, and in the first year, more than 125,000 volunteers nationwide packaged over 21 million meals at Numana events.

People want to do things that matter, that make a difference, just as I did.

Now my focus has expanded. After the Kansas Hunger Dialogue last March, I also want to understand hunger on the local level. I wanted to know if there’s a problem here on the WSU campus. I believe there is. Again, I brought together students, this time in a Health Communication Seminar, to understand the nature and scoop of hunger and food insecurity on our campus. The response has been phenomenal. Campus-wide support and interest has simply poured in.

On our website, http://wsuhunger.wordpress.com, you will be able to follow the journeys of each of the 8 students in our class. Our goal is to understand and to empower the change that is needed on our campus. This class is, for me, a way to teach what I practice, to use communication capacity, and skills, to empower others. Personally, it also keeps me on my journey to choose to do things that make a difference. I invite you to join us on this journey!

Reflections on Mali.

Tonight I sit here so very grateful for all the positive support and love I’ve received this week from friends both technologically mediated and physically present. I’ve tweeted about my best friend’s daughter Mali and her journey following a pseudoaneurysm a week ago. Her coma, the progression of her condition, her family’s struggles, my request for prayers and energy have all resulted in care and compassion from so many people. I can’t thank you enough.

The final chapter of Mali’s journey is coming to a close. Today she was diagnosed with a virulent form of pneumonia caused by bacteria introduced through her breathing tube. The decision was made to discontinue life support and allow Mali to go. It was clear from the early prognosis and every test since that the damage from the pseudoaneurysm was severe, that Mali would never regain capacity, and that she would likely not survive.  She was clear in recent years that if anything like this ever happened to her, she would not want to be kept alive through heroic measures.

This last week has been one of the most difficult of my life. If I believe that there are lessons we are to learn in our lives, mine are that I do not control anything and that I must be patient.  Neither come easy for me. Nor do they to my friend Mary. That said, this week I have been clear that I have no control.  I have been patient.  I have remembered to breathe. I have waited in Mary’s silences. I have held Jess as she cried. I have reached out to friends and family. I have tried to live in the moment.I have tried to be with the pain of this coming loss.

What I know: Mali is a lovely young woman, a devoted mother of two beautiful children, a loving wife, daughter, sister, a good, kind, compassionate friend. I know that I have been blessed to be a part of her life. I know that the grace and compassion her family members have shown to one another this week as they negotiate the impossible task of letting go of a daughter, wife, sister, mother has humbled me. I know that strength is found in the moment, not in planning for the future, not in reliving the past, but in the moment-to-moment choices we make to be present, to be human, to claim our truths. I know that I will miss Mali, that her passing will leave a gap. I know also that her process this week has illuminated the best in her family and those she loves. I know that Mali continues to make a difference as she concludes this final chapter. I know that the support, love, compassion, prayers, positive energy of so many have helped all of us this week.

Addendum: Jessica had asked Mary to tell the story of meeting Mali at an orphanage in Thailand where Mary and Glenn were teaching after stints in the peace corps. Mary talked of seeing this beautiful baby girl and their knowing that Mali was destined to be their daughter.  Mali passed away peacefully early this morning as her mother, sister and husband sat with her, recounting the story of her beginning.