Sunday, February 21, 2016

Every day,every hour turn the pain into (core) power

Tonight was so great.  For many reasons.  I would like to share a story that I was not an instigator of, but saw a lot of great things by witnessing it happening.  It fact, it happened to me.

Without going into tons of detail, this week has been really hard for me.  Sometimes there are things that happen that are just tough to deal with.  One of those things happened last Sunday.  Each day since I have tried to distract myself and tried to stay busy to move on in life and be happy despite what the real desires of my heart have been.  I feel like I've done an ok job at it, but it most definitely has been hard.

That's where my friend Lucy comes in.  She's great, always has been and always will be.  Ever since I first saw her I was impressed with her accomplishments in life.  Then, ever since I met her, I have been inspired by her to do hard things and accomplish big dreams.  These are among a few of the things knowing her has taught me.  Like me, she has also had a really difficult week.  Unexpected stresses like mine, but also she had a slammed week of school work. One huge test, and preparation for like 4 more that will take place next week.  In addition to that, she is a collegiate athlete, and travels every other weekend for competitions - missing classes to do so.  She has time consuming and strength draining workouts every day.  She has responsibilities as a friend to help others, as a daughter to contribute to her family, as a sister to motivate her siblings, and again as a student-athlete trying to balance two very demanding roles in difficult coursework and difficult physical exertion.  How she does it is beyond me.

Late last night, as I had just climbed into my bed, I decided to send her a text for taking the time out of her day to go skiing with me even when she had so much to do.  I valued the time with her and really value the friendship we share.  She immediately responded and said, "Come down here I have something for you." Haha I was half asleep and surprised, I wasn't expecting to see her that night nor for her to go out of her way to do something so secretive for me.  I threw on some clothes and went down and lo and behold she had a HUGE bag of Core Power and whole wheat bagels.  Seriously among my favorite things.

Why I am telling this story is because of her dedication to selfless service.  That is what this blog is about, right? So Lucy had a crazy week, probably crazier than mine, but she spent her saturday night (she literally could have done ANYTHING - she has many friends and lots she could be doing) with a friend doing something kind, nice and thoughtful for someone else.  THAT'S HUGE! WHO IS THIS LUCY GIRL ANYWAY!?!?

What added even more to it was to understand her heavy load last week and upcoming heavy load this week.  She posted on social media this morning a picture of herself skiing and she said something along the lines of, even with "a bajillion" things to do, it is never a wrong choice to ski, even if it is only for one run.  After she skied is when she went and picked up and delivered the goods for me.  If she had a bajillion things to do when she was skiing earlier that day, she most definitely had so many more things to do instead of do that act of service for me.

And that is what it is all about.  I think I have written this before, but there is never time to do something nice for someone else.  There is always reason to be filling our time with other tasks, important things, urgent things, and any combination of both.  She understands that, yet she took time to do something for someone else.  I hope she felt the power that comes from sacrifice and service, especially at inconvenient times when other things seem more pressing to get done.  She will likely never know the lasting impact that simple act had on me. Now I want to get back out there and go find someone I could help like she helped me!


Sunday, February 14, 2016

Happy Valentine's Day

Greetings my lovely blog.  It has been quite some time since I have posted or written in here.  I don't think that correlates with my actual service (hopefully not).  But I do have one story for the books.  I felt pretty criminal about it, but it was totally legit.

Awhile back (and by awhile back I mean like, 7 months ago) my friend locked her bike at her apartment bike racks but lost the only key to the bike lock.  Ever since she told me this tragic story, my mind had been going crazy about how I could be the hero and secretly get her bike unlocked and freed for her.  This was so small task.  Even if I initially thought that it would be.

I started doing some research to find ways to pick bicycle locks without destroying the lock itself.  To this day I am not COMPLETELY positive that is possible.  But the closest thing I could find was from this cute little video:



Yeah, don't get your hopes up.  It is not as easy as that guy makes it look by casually unlocking it mid-conversation at a coffee ship.  I took to it though, and the first trick I encountered was that my pen had too small of a circumference on it.  So I heated the pen by a fire, and it got a little bit bigger, so again my heart took courage. But yeah that didn't last long.  I tried spinning that little pen just like in that video for like 20 minute before I gave up eternally.  Like I will NEVER do that again.

I kept putting it off, and then I decided if I were going to get the bike free, I would have to destroy the lock.  So that took my to Home Depot.  I grabbed a nice strong hack saw but decided I better ask someone first.  And boy am I glad I did.  When he saw my hack saw after I explained my dilemma, he laughed.  Hysterically.  Like it was kind of out of place how much he laughed.  He took me to some of the tools they rent out and said, "OK, this is what you need.  Good luck and don't let the cops find out."  Thanks, great advice bro, that makes me feel really good. Plus there was no way I would be able to keep the noise down or keep my own head on operating that thing.  Do I need like a license to run this machine?  

Her bike was locked up on campus so I figured I would give the campus police a little ring to make sure they understood what was going on and that I wasn't stealing the bike.  Here was the conversation:

BYU POLICE: Campus Police.
ME: uhhh hey.
BYU POLICE: Is there an emergency?
ME: well not yet, but I just got this heavy duty piece of equipment from home depot that could very likely lead to a BIG emergency. (ok, I didn't actually say that part... but still, it was going through my head).  No there is no emergency, but I am about to go cut a lock on a bike that isn't mine but that I have permission to take.  Oh yeah and I'm 25 and the bike belongs to a freshman at Helaman Halls.
BYU POLICE: Ok..?
ME: So, I'm not stealing it so I don't want to cause any trouble.
BYU POLICE: Well I cannot guarantee anything, but if you have formal writ of permission, then you can proceed and any officer that approaches you you not stop or fine you.
ME: k. So does a text message count?
BYU POLICE: no.
ME: well, what is a "formal writ of permission?"
BYU POLICE: Use your best judgement.
ME: Ok that makes me feel better.  Ok...? well in that case, definitely don't send any officers snooping around Helaman Halls tonight in like an hour... (I laughed for effect)
BYU POLICE: Best of luck to you. (NO laughter reciprocated)


I hung up not really knowing if that helped my case or made it worse... Actually, that is a lie.  I definitely know that did NOT help my case.  But, I couldn't go back now. I grabbed the tool they gave me, its called a GRINDER, and strapped on the operators helmet and face mask and ear plugs (seriously was all that necessary Home Depot? I was trying to be discrete, but now I was walking into a shark tank with a bright orange EAT ME sign hung around my neck) and started toward the bike.   I think from here we will continue the story in video form:


Nailed it.  Cut right through that bad boy.  No police, no problem.  The bike is sitting in my friend's room awaiting her return from a weekend trip she took.

At the end of the ordeal, she was so happy she got her bike back and can now ride it all over campus and around town.  Her father, however, will probably not be too pleased with what I did to his lock...