Why I Prayed for Obama

This photograph has been hanging in a frame on my wall since November 2008. It’s served as a reminder of my obligation to our leaders and our nation. It served as a reminder of my duty as a Christian…and it isn’t coming down any time soon.

After the election in 2008, many people approached me to question my decision to vote for President Obama. They wondered how anyone could feel comfortable with that choice. After all, he was going to take away our guns, kill our babies, and if the rumors were true, wasn’t even born in the United States. I chose not to argue. I determined not to escalate the discourse. Instead, I decided to pray.

It was surprising to hear voices of anger and frustration from so many who called themselves Christians. It was shocking to see the violence and hatred resulting from a free election. It was obvious that the next 4 years would be difficult. It was clear that we all had a duty to our government and our nation. And so, I decided to pray.

The Bible guides us in this. Paul writes to Timothy, I urge, then, first of all, to pray for all people. Ask God to help them; intercede on their behalf, and give thanks for them.  Pray this way for kings and all who are in authority, so we can live peace and quiet lives marked by godliness and dignity.” -1 Timothy 2:1-2

Paul doesn’t tell Timothy to pray for our leaders’ failure. He doesn’t guide us to pray for only those with whom we agree. Paul tells us to lift our voices to heaven concerning the Kings and rulers, not for their good but for the sake of the people. It makes perfect sense to me.

So the first thing I did was find a picture that would best capture the heart of the Obama family. I framed this picture and placed it on my wall, where I would see it daily, reminding me to lift our President and his family in prayer. I don’t know if my prayers made a difference, but I responded to Paul’s instruction as best I could, hoping for God’s guidance for this man, praying for protection over his family, and pleading for peace in our land.

Eight-years later, another election has come and gone. It was a season unlike any in memory, filled with division and hate. It was an election cycle that revealed deep problems in our country. It was an outcome that surprised nearly all the pundits, many politicians, and quite a few of the populace.

It is surprising to hear voices of anger and frustration from so many who called themselves Liberals. It is shocking to see the violence and hatred resulting from a free election. Once again, it is obvious that the next 4 years could be difficult. It is clear that we all have a duty to our government and our nation.

And so, I have decided to continue to pray.

trump-portThe Obama family photo will not come down. I believe they will need our prayers more now than ever before. But alongside this portrait, I will hang a new picture. It isn’t a snapshot of a warm and fuzzy family moment captured on the lawn during a fun family picnic. Instead, it is a portrait of our newest President, our newest leader, square-jawed, determined, looking powerful and determined, even presidential.

I’ve selected this picture of Donald Trump because it is a portrait of a confident person, in control. It reflects the man as I hope he will be. It reflects the President-elect as I pray he will be. I will look at this picture each day…and I will pray. It’s my greatest hope for living a life of peace, quiet, and dignity.


Exploring Rome

The Colosseum.

Our trip to Italy is one I will long remember. It was filled with many wonderful memory-building events, amazing food, sites, sounds and smells. During our short time there we took in the Vatican Museums by night, marveled at the Colosseum, climbed the Spanish Steps, gazed in wonder at the Sistine Chapel, and stood in silent awe at the grandeur of a Sicilian sunrise.

Sunrise over Catania, Sicily.

It certainly is not hard to consider the idea of history and legacy when in a place like Italy. Reminders of a once grand civilization stand at every corner in the form of broken columns and shattered sculptures. The Romans were a powerful presence in their day. In the height of their glory they built armies that marched across the continent. Of course, now every soldier is long dead and buried. The Romans formed a government that would be a standard of greatness for centuries. But ego and madness resulted in its fall to ruffians and barbarians. They erected magnificent structures to honor their heroes. However,  few remain standing as anything more than tourist destinations and rubble.


An ancient Roman calendar found on the archaeological site of Toarmina.

We went to Italy accomplish more than site-seeing. We went to learn about the refugee crisis happening in the Mediterranean and we learned so much more.

Millions of displaced people are fleeing war, famine, civil unrest. They seek a place of hope and peace. They seek lives of meaning. Young men and women leave everything they own. They leave family and friends. They leave home and country. They travel thousands of miles, traverse the Sahara Desert, board crafts that are generously called boats, travel 300 miles in open seas, in search of a better life; a life of peace. A life of meaning. Desperate men and women do the unthinkable in order to survive.

In a place known for its history, we were challenged by our own legacy. In the face of this global crisis the question is obvious, “What will we do?” What action will we take? Our children’s children’s children will look at this time in history and judge us, not by armies mobilized, policies enacted or monuments built, as each of these turn to dust and fall from memory.

Walking through ancient archways.

There is no good ending to this story if we do not act. And while our nation ponders a reality show election, while our leaders practice their narcissistic aggrandizement, in truth, while our country sleeps, the world is imploding all around.

We have the opportunity to make our mark in history by leaving a testimony to merciful action, love and compassion to nations scattered, people hurting, a world broken. Will our ancestors live in a world changed by a powerful proclamation of peace or will they shake their heads in wonder at our self-absorption and inaction, and the failure of this generation to change the course of history?



Service With A Smile

Ken earned five dollars for impressing us with his singing and his service!

Occasionally, you stumble upon someone who has that certain sparkle, that extra flash, the “it” factor.

Ken is one of those people.

You might miss the special quality if you concern yourself with the freshness of the post-wedding salad, the seasoning of the chicken, the snap of the green beans.  Talking with other invited guests at the table, you might not look up from the dinner to catch the enthusiastic grin and skip in your server’s step.  But, if you watch him work the table, if you follow him around the room as he serves the meal and clears the dishes, you will be impressed; you will be amazed.

It was my delight to take a moment to talk with Ken and discover that his is more than a talented waiter.

Many young people serve food because it is nothing more than a starting point in a life of greater, more meaningful employment.  But not Ken.  He doesn’t do this job out of necessity.  He serves at banquets, celebrations and social events because he loves people.  He gets jazzed by the work.  He lights up when he serves.  He enthusiastically ensures that the guests are well cared for.

I suspect that Ken won’t work for this catering company for very long.  My guess is that in a very short time he will OWN this company.  His work ethic, charming personality and firm handshake guarantee that he will use is degree to quickly rise to a place of leadership.  He will blaze a path to the top and in the process, he will make many, many people very happy.

Target Practice

20140503_054045In my day job (yes, I do work), I coordinate research projects. Please, believe me when I say it isn’t as glamorous as it sounds:  We aren’t genetically modifying monkeys who will someday take over the planet.  We don’t split atoms to find the origins of the universe.  We aren’t digging out dinosaur DNA from fossilized mosquitoes.  We don’t even look for a cure to cancer.  We do, however, examine medical records to determine the level of care patients received after they had a minor stroke.  We look for ways to improve care to patients who suffer minor neurological events, in the hopes that we can prevent “the big one” (a major stroke) a few months later.

It isn’t glamorous but extremely practical and potentially life-saving for millions of Americans.

One of my responsibilities is to keep the work on track and on target.  Unlike the scientists of Jurassic Park, we have limited resources.  We have a lot of work to do in a short amount of time and it’s my job to ensure that we’re moving the project forward, on time and on budget.

And so, this past week, we started a little motivational session.  Seeing that my team was falling behind, we reviewed the fundamentals.  Rather than floundering along completing a few chart reviews here or there, we set a goal:  “X” number of charts reviewed at the end of each week.  It will require hard work.  It will require a dedicated focus.  But it is possible.  With that discussion, we reviewed past performances, barriers to success, and renewed a commitment to successfully completing the project by July 31, 2015.

It isn’t rocket science (also another glamorous field of study), and this approach to success applies to more than chart reviews.

The same is true for your life and all your dreams.  Want to play the piano?  You have to practice every day.  Want to learn to paint?  You have to pick up a brush.  Want to have a million dollars?  You’d better start working hard, saving and investing every penny. Want to be a better person?  Want to drive a nicer car?  Want to find more peace in your life?  You will never reach your goal if you don’t have a goal.  You will never hit the target if you don’t aim well and practice every day.  You will never be who you want to be if you don’t make a plan.  It might happen by accident, but it is highly unlikely.

So, how did our team respond to the motivation?  Very well.  Over the past few months, we’ve been averaging 54 charts a month; a dismal figure.  After the talk, we hit 24 charts in three days!  We refocused on the goal.  We determined the distance to the target.  And took some time for a little target practice.  When it was all said and done, we were back on track to hitting the target.  Oh yeah, we’ll hit that goal for sure!

Shades of Gray

2013.09.18 - CopyAnswers to hard questions are seldom black or white.  Even when we think we have the obvious solution to a difficult problem, it is doubtful that we’ve exhausted all the possibilities.  If we look hard enough, we discover other viewpoints that provide valid routes to the a successful and final destination.

This is as true in relationships, business, school work, sports or any other area of life.  Creative thinking and honest dialogue almost always reveal new options; some times as obvious as the proverbial “Nose on our Face”.

Take for instance the government shut down.  The issue isn’t really black or white (or Republican or Democratic, if you will).  But no solution is evident because our governing officials aren’t looking for any shades of gray.  They only see the black and white.  And until someone shuts their mouths and opens their eyes and minds, everyone loses.

It’s been said, “No man is so blind as those who choose not to see.”  It’s time to look at new options.  It’s time to consider a different shade.

A Thank You, Overdue

25135902168Of the many days in this country’s history that are important and should always be remembered (July 4, 1776, December 7, 1941, September 11, 2001, and many, many more) the Invasion of Normandy must be listed as one of this nation’s greatest military achievement.  Because of the daring and cunning of the political and military leadership, and the courage and tenacity of the men on the ground, the D-Day invasion stopped Hitler and Nazi Germany and all its evils.  This one battle changed the course of the war.

But to achieve this end, many lives were sacrificed, many men gave their all.

There are battles that were bloodier in the Civil War.  There were fire-fights that were more terrifying in Korea or Vietnam.  But this offensive changed the course of history in a way few others ever will.

To those men who stormed the shores of Normandy, whether still living or long gone, we say “Thank You.”  May your valor never be forgotten.

A Big Night for Ben

I’m so very proud of my son.

This was a great way to end his high school band career.  He was given the opportunity to spend time along side amazing and talented teachers and I am so thankful all those who made it possible.  It will be an experience that he will never forget.

A Bright Light

Every once and a while you stumble upon someone who brightens your day.  It is often unexpected and always welcome.  This week gave me the privilege of meeting several people who fit this category.  They were friendly, welcoming, happy and a joy to meet.

Over the next few days, I would like to introduce you to a few.

AnnetteOne of the people who made our week in Houston so enjoyable was Annette.  She served us breakfast and dinner each and every day while we were there. She arrived early and returned to help with supper, often staying late. No matter the number of guests, she served with a wave and a smile.

We stayed in this same hotel for eight nights.  If you spend that much time with a person, you learn a little about them.

For instance, Annette has a thing for the pepper shakers (she was collecting them when I snapped this shot).  Every meal, breakfast or dinner, after the food is put away, the trash collected and the floors swept, Annette gathers the salt and pepper shakers and puts them away.

Here’s another thing I know:  Annette gets people.  After spending so many years working for the hotel, she understands that there are some people who are nice and some who are not.  There are some who need an extra touch of kindness and others who shouldn’t be touched at all.

The first day of my visit, I took up my position at a table in the lobby and enjoyed some time writing and people watching.  A family entered the lobby and took a seat at a nearby table.  The oldest child, probably about 4 years old, was not on his best behavior and heard about it repeatedly from his father…again and again and again.

Enter Annette.  She engaged the boy who was obviously seeking attention.  She spoke to him and invited him to help her clean up.  In a matter of a few minutes she had him gathering the salt and pepper shakers and putting them in the correct location.  The child, who just moments earlier was a frustrated boy, now had purpose.  He had direction.  He had positive rather than negative attention.

Annette made the difference.  She made a difference to this boy.  She made a difference to this family.  She made a difference to me.  Her attention, her interaction, her care changed this child.

She could have worried about the baked potatoes and the dirty plates.  She could have fixated on the piles of trash and the schedule.  Instead she stopped to think about the customer; even one who was only four years old.

For this and many other reasons, Annette wins the prize for best service.  If you are ever in Houston, look her up.  She’s a gift to the hotel and to each and every visitor who stays there.

Can We Talk?

198709092168Did you hear?  Just between the two of us…  You won’t believe what I just heard…

These and many like them are phrases that kill:  They kill relationships.  They kill trust.  They kill integrity.  If you’ve said one of these before, or you’ve heard them coming from someone else, you know what I mean.

These words come from big mouths that have no filters.  They come from hearts that have no conscience.  They come from minds that have no intelligence.

These words are always about others and hardly ever about something good.  They burrow into the soul.  They leave a dark mark.  They have a foul odor.

These words represent gossip in its worst form.  They may be true or they may not.  They represent nothing more than slander.  They whisper shame.  They detail destruction.

These words are evil.  They come from bad intent.  They destroy careers.  They devastate families.

A person who begins a conversation with these words has a small mind and a cold heart.

The next time you hear those words, take action.

Did you hear?  – No, and I don’t want to.

Just between the two of us… – Just keep it to yourself.

You won’t believe what I just heard… – You are right.  I won’t so don’t even tell me.





Our Nation’s Capital

Steve, Kevin and Scott await the festivities on the National Mall, October 1997.

I’ve been to Washington a total of four times in my life:  Once for the “Stand In the Gap” event on October 4, 1997 and three other times for business.  With each visit, I am amazed by the grandeur of the place, the scale of the Capital and the beauty of the art and monuments.

My time in DC is always short so I’ve never been in a museum or gone on a tour.  I’ve never entered a building other than to buy a coffee and use the restroom.

The Capital DomeMy business trips take me to Bethesda but each year I make sure I jump on the Metro and travel to the Mall.  I see the sights, take some pictures, and marvel once again at our Nation’s Capital and the beauty of this city.

The Lincoln MemorialBut this past week, as I walked the length of the Mall, something new struck me:  Many places around the world construct obelisks and statues to honor their great leaders; those who rose to fame and power and shaped the world with their words and actions, both good and bad.  And we have our fair share of those great granite tributes. But we also have something more.

Korean War Veterans MemorialIn Washington, DC, flanking the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial are two fantastic structures that honor men and women, named and yet to be named, who came from little towns and villages across this country to give their lives to protect the freedom we so enjoy.  These beautiful memorials tell a story of a country who is led by great men and who is made by every man.

Vietnam War Veterans Memorial WallThe Vietnam War Veterans Memorial and the Korean War Veterans Memorial both stand as tributes to the brave men and women who honored their country by serving, fighting and dying.  Some volunteered.  Many were drafted.  But all should be honored.  All should be thanked.

Three young men stop to allow pictures in front of the Lincoln Memorial, December 23, 2013.
Three young men stop to allow pictures in front of the Lincoln Memorial, January  23, 2013.

At the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, several service men were hiking the mall, 60-pound packs loaded on their backs.  Their boots pounded out a rhythm on the marble steps, all the way to the top of the monument.  As they stood, hunched over, catching their breath, many people looked at them in wonder.  I approached them and spoke to them a bit about where they were from, their training and those loaded packs.  I asked for a picture and they were happy to oblige.  As we parted, I shook their hands and thanked them for their service and asked God to bless them in their duties.

I am thankful for young men and women who volunteer, knowing that they are likely to face battle.  I am grateful that they are willing to serve, knowing the risks.  But I pray that they will never need a monument of their own.

My President, My Friend

Here I am in 2008, stumping with the President to be.
Here I am in 2008, stumping with the President-to-be.

When then-candidate-Obama asked me to lend my name to his campaign in 2008, I was a little nervous but also very honored.  I stood on stage beside the likes of Oprah and George Clooney.  George and I became pretty close after a couple late nights in the bar.  At one point he pretended to be me and I pretended to be him.  It was uncanny how much we looked alike.

Anyway, back to my story…

Soon the nerves were calmed as I made speech after speech, extolling the great attributes of this great land and encouraging the masses to vote for Change, reach for Hope.  I traveled across the highways and byways of this country we love.  There were long hours, sure.  There were greasy meals served at greasy diners.  There were pot-luck dinners and home-made pies.  There were babies to kiss and hands to shake at every little hamlet and village from north to south, and east to west.

It was hard work.  But it was worth it.  Together, Barack and I won the hearts and minds of the people of America and on election night, we hugged one another and…this is funny really, he pointed to me and exclaimed, “YOUR THE MAN!”  I pointed back at him and yelled over the crowd’s cheers, “I KNOW IT!”

Unfortunately, my busy writing schedule and the importance of my Chicken Cooking Experiment made it impossible for me to travel with my friend this past year.  Oh, I threw a few dollars his way and made a couple of calls but he’s surrounded himself with a new, fresh group of supporters including George Takei and Will Smith.  Of course, Clooney is still a “hanger-on” and someday we hope he steps out of our shadows makes something of himself.

But today, four years later, THIS day is about the President.  It isn’t about the man, Barack Obama.  This day is about the Presidency.  This day is about the democratic process and the knowledge that our privilege to vote, our ability to make our voices heard, our right to make our mark and choose our elected officials, is still alive and well in this great Nation.

You may have voted for the other guy.  And that’s okay.  If he were standing there with his hand on the Bible, we would all stop and say a prayer for wisdom and success as he led our nation.  And that’s what I ask of you today.  As this President takes office, say a prayer that he might have wisdom.  Say a prayer that he will have success.

I know on that cold hour in our Nation’s Capital, I will lift both a prayer and a cold one to my President, my friend.  May God give him strength to lead, wisdom to make right choices, and a heart for the people of this land.  AMEN.

Just A Little Off The Top

This year we raised a bunch of money for charity.  As part of my role in the experience, I agreed to allow Mike, the director of the HSR&D to shave my head if we met our goal.  Well, we surpassed the goal by nearly $4,000!

This is the second year in a row that we’ve blown past our original fund-raising goal.  Last year, one lucky winner was able to throw a pie in the director’s face…but they needed a little help from me to make it a really big splash.  This year, Mike gets his revenge!

My Coworkers, My Friends

Even though I’ve been gone for four years, the law firm invited me back to enjoy their annual Holiday lunch.  I keep tabs with the attorneys and staff but it was so wonderful to see everyone again and catch up on the activities of our lives.

As we enjoyed our lunch, we took the opportunity to reminisce, tell stories and laugh together.  The food was fantastic but the conversation was so much better.

At one point, Kelly asked me why I was smiling so much. I don’t think I expressed myself very well when I replied.  But I’ve thought about it and am able to articulate my feelings better now.  All those who folks in that room were an important part of my life’s journey.  I’ve known them all for eleven wonderful years.  I realized that these folks, these talented men and women, these hard-working, dedicated people, this loving family of former co-workers were a special gift back when I started and even to this day.  I am so thankful for them.  There are not very many places we work where the people and the job can be so enjoyable and so meaningful.

There was never a doubt that it was time for me to go from that place four years ago, but I am thankful that I am still a part of this office family.  They are a blessing to me, even after all these years.

God bless you, every one.

Voting is NOT a Right

We wait in line to vote with our wonderful neighbors, Chris and Jen.

We often forget that one of the privileges we enjoy by living in the “Land of the Free” and the “Home of the Brave” is the ability to choose those who represent us.  We have the freedom to step behind a curtain and make a mark that indicates who will live in the West Wing, who will fill that seat in Congress or the Senate.  By casting our ballot, we have the ability to determine who is on our school boards and who will be our next governor.

One would think that the incessant television, print and radio advertising would jog our memory but for some reason, when it comes time to vote, many – if not most – of Americans don’t take the time to step into the booth.

But this act of voting is a gift that many people around the world will never receive.  This is an act of Democracy that so many others will never enjoy.  And we flaunt it like a rich kid who is bored with his presents because he has so many.

Yes, the vote might be between the lesser of two evils but that is our fault for not demanding better.  Yes, it is hard to know what the candidates truly stand for but that is our job to research and dig to know the truth based on their histories, not their promises.

Yes, it requires standing in line, a photo ID, and determining your proper poling station.

But a person who fails to vote has thrown away one of the most important gifts that Democracy has to offer:  The Voice of the People.

Under Construction

Ben, Elliott, Javi and Mia: A few of my favorite people.

Last September we took a walk to the intersection of Hazeldell and 38.  At the time, it was still closed to through traffic and needed more work to make it the beautiful road that it is today.  Safety barrels were in place, large equipment was in use and piles of dirt dotted the landscape, ready to be moved to new locations and away from the work-site.

On this journey of adventure were four young people who are important to me:  Ben, my son, Elliott, Javier and Mia.

At the time, it was the walk to the intersection was just about throwing rocks into the creek and seeing the progress on the road.  But with each little adventure we’ve had since, I realize that the time we spend is so much more than a short walk to a construction zone.

Each moment I spend with these precious young people is a opportunity to help them grow, to strengthen their spirits, build their character.  Every time I hug them close, it is a reminder to them that they are loved.  Every dinner we share is an opportunity to listen to their stories, understand their passions and love their hearts.

Do you have someone in your life that is still under construction and could use some attention?  Perhaps they need no-more than a short walk.  Or perhaps today is the day to really get in there and dig deep.  Either way, it’s time to invest in the project and in the process, change a life.

Happy 4th of July

So many brave men and women gave their lives to make us free.

While this day has become an opportunity to exhibit our American pride and patriotism, eat some grilled food and (on most wet years) watch some fireworks, the root of this grand celebration is found in the adoption of the Declaration of Independence.  The Declaration is the prime document that establishes our liberty from King George and colonization mind-set of the British Empire.  In fact, this day is really our country’s birthday.  On July 4, 1776, our nation was born.  In the midst of a bloody, bitter war with England, we stood on our own two feet and declared our freedom and our liberty.

Perhaps one of the most famous sentences in history is found in the opening paragraph of our founding document:  “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”

And so, on this day, take time to honor the truth that ALL are created equal.  It doesn’t matter your color or your station.  Each one is equal in the eyes of God and this nation.

Honor the truth that ALL have the right to live a life without restriction.

Honor the self-evident reality that ALL should seek Happiness by pursuing the well-being of one another.  (As the cleric and philosopher Richard Cumberland wrote, seeking the well-being of our fellow humans is essential to the “pursuit of our own happiness.”)

So, on this day, this Independence Day, celebrate the 236th birthday of this amazing country and unalienable Rights:  this country’s founding principles of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

How to Sell A Car Without Really Trying

Goldie came into our lives in 2005.  Only five years old at the time, she had over 100,000 miles on her and a few rough spots around the edges but she served us well for the past six years.  In that time she took us from Canada and Georgia and many spots in between. That old van made more than one trip to upper New York!

She wasn’t perfect…In fact, there were more than a few times when we wished for working air conditioning and a tow was the only way we could get her to the mechanic for repairs.  Neighbors only complained a few times about the rumbling muffler and squeaking belt.

But there came a day when our own mechanic suggested another repair would just prolong the inevitable.  And so, like a horse with a broken leg, it was time to put her down.

After ten minutes time, a Craig’s List post went live at 4:54 pm, pronouncing our intent to part with our friend.  By 10:00 a.m. the next morning we watched her being loaded onto the flat-bed and driven away.

Certainly I’ll miss her but now I have a few hundred dollars in my pocket and a smile on my face.  Goodbye, Goldie.  Goodbye!


When my wife and I first married we were very poor.  We were both students, working part-time jobs, eating lots of noodles, beans and catchup. We were so poor that there were more than a few times when we had to choose between a box of cereal and a roll of toilet paper while doing our grocery shopping.

Our friends knew our financial situation and every so often, we would open our apartment door to find a bag of groceries.  No name.  No idea who dropped it off or who to thank.  There were more than a few times that we sorted the bagged items on the kitchen table with tears of gratitude rolling down our cheeks.

We’re doing better now.  But in today’s economy, many have been forced into that same situation.  You might know one of those people.  You might BE one of those people.

But if you have a job and you have pantry shelves lined with food, you know that you have the means to give to someone else.  Whether you donate a single can or an entire bag of food to another who is struggling, it costs you only a few dollars.  And that gift can make a life-changing difference in a man, a woman, a family, who is wondering how long their meager supply will last.

Being Nice, another step along the Change Challenge, requires looking beyond our front door into the eyes, hearts and lives of others; and responding in simple ways that will change their lives, and ours.

My wife and I will never forget the anxiety that comes with wondering what tomorrow might bring.  We will also never forget the kindness of unnamed strangers who fed our stomachs and our hearts.


Autumnal changes bring a brilliant display of reds, greens, and orange into the trees.  The cold night air has forces the trees to drop their leaves by the thousands, covering once-green grass with a fall festival of color.

It also makes for a lot of work for home owners because of the endless raking, bagging and clean up that comes along with the beauty.

Flash mobs are all the rage.  What if you organized a leaf-raking Flash Mob?  There has to be SOMEONE in your neighborhood who has limited mobility, limited resources and a mountain of leaves that need attention.  Don’t stand idly by.  Take action!

Take another step along the Change Challenge and grab your rake and a few of your friends.  Pick a yard, any yard, and go to work.  Within a few short hours, it will spotless.  Bags of leaves will line the curb and you can walk away, head held high.  You made a difference in their life, and yours.