Even Small Acts of Kindness Count

      When I started writing this blog, I had no idea where it would lead. I have found that these little weekly experiments have prompted a change in my thoughts and my actions. Sometimes it is the really small changes that turn out to have a big impact.

      Like most people we get bombarded at work with a daily barrage of emails and that is after the system weeds out the junk mail and spam. My usual method is to read only those emails that pertain directly to me and delete everything else. This year however, I made it a point to answer all of the emails that asked for nominations for some honorable teaching award or some well paid fellowship. The old me would not have wasted time on anything that did not directly benefit me in some shape or form. This year because of the pay it forward thing, I decided to answer a few of these emails and nominate some colleagues for some well deserving awards.

      There was this fellowship sponsored by the North Carolina Museum of Art. They were looking for math and science teachers that could help write and promote inspiring lesson plans incorporating art and technology into the core subjects. The email was sent to everyone that had worked with the museum looking for possible candidates. Now normally I would have sent this email to the little trash can but this year I am always on the lookout for a good pay it forward project so I figured what the heck, I'll forward this email to one of the most talented teachers I know who just happens to be licensed in math and science.

      John Scarfpin is not your average teacher. He isn't your average guy for that matter. I remember the last big hurricane we had here in North Carolina. John was one of the first people I saw out and about. He wasn't assessing his own damage like everyone else, no John went checking on his friends and colleagues to see if he could help in anyway with clean up, by running to the store for supplies, etc. I worked with John at the time but I work with a lot of people. I never expected to see any of them at my door just to see if I was Ok or if I needed their help in anyway.

     As a teacher John is phenomenal, always looking for new and unusual ways to inspire his students. He would never shy awake from any sort of work especially if it meant that he might have the opportunity to reach just one more kid. I admire him and aspire to be more like him. So when I read about this fellowship, John was the first person that came to mind. I forwarded the email with the necessary information on the fellowship to him not thinking that anything would become of it. Then a couple of weeks ago in true Scarfpin fashion I got a thank you note from John letting me know that out of all of the hundreds of applicants across the state, he had won. He was grateful for the information and wanted to thank me for remembering him. It was a wonderful opportunity and I am so happy for my friend. I can't wait to see what awesome, inspiring lessons he creates.

      All I could think about was how many times I missed out on such an easy pay it forward opportunity. I am now more dedicated than ever to promoting the great teachers that I have the privilege of working with and to think, it was all because of a simple pay it forward quest that I almost didn't do. Lesson learned. Even small, seemingly insignificant acts of kindness can have a big impact. :)

Laurie

Art Lessons

      One of the highlights of my childhood was art lessons on Mrs. Schramm's back porch. Mrs. Schramm, a wonderfully patient older lady that was a terrific artist in her own right, gave lessons to two or three kids at a time from the comfort of her own back porch. It had been finished off as an addition of sorts with windows and a door. It didn't have heat but it had lots of brilliant light and the enclosure provided a place to paint year round. When it got cooler the area was warmed by the heat from the main house that came out the interior door to the kitchen which Mrs. Schramm never bothered to close. I'm pretty sure the cats would have objected. They had free reign of the entire house. The numerous felines kept us company as we carefully attempted to get our masterpieces down on canvas. There was one that took a special liking to me and enjoyed curling up behind my easel for his afternoon nap. I loved him but I was so allergic that my eyes would swell shut if I touched him, so I kept my distance. We had an understanding that cat and I. I'd leave him to his endless slumber and he wouldn't come around to the front of the canvas and turn me into an inflamed looking zombie child.

      My art lesson was always right after school. Mrs. Schramm knew that we would be starving so at each easel she generously provided a plate of homemade cookies and a large glass of milk. The fresh baked cookies alone were worth the price of admission. As I recall she didn't charge very much to begin with. It was never about the money anyway.

      My painting station was situated so that my back was to the outside door and on my right was a large multi paned glass window which allowed for wonderful light. That room was a painter's paradise. The light was perfect around four in the afternoon. It was a soft, white light. It's funny, I can't remember what I did last week, but I can remember almost every detail of that porch. The way it smelled, the stand I put my art box on, the clothespin she used to keep my inspiration picture in place, the big tree I passed in the back yard walking in, it is all as clear as if it were yesterday. Things were simple then. I went to school and one day a week I got to paint. I looked forward to that hour and a half. Mom said that she would drop off one child and pick up another. During the time in between that whiny, combative girl miraculously turned into a delightfully happy soul. My weekly metamorphous occurred in under ninety minutes. The transformation began as soon as I hit that door. There was something about that place that provided me with true, uninterrupted happiness. I felt connected to it. I felt connected to Mrs. Schramm, like kindred spirits.

      Mrs. Schramm's beautiful personality was part of the total experience. She was happy, relaxed and pleasant. She enjoyed teaching us to paint. She never got bent out of shape, no matter how immature and off task that boy in the corner became. I did notice however that after a few such sessions he did not return. No great loss, the cat and I never liked him anyway.

      Art and painting in particular provided me with an outlet from whatever ailed me. It made everything go away for a little while and it gave me a chance to recharge my batteries and get back in touch with the person that I was meant to be, not the stressed out perfectionist that too often dominated my moods.

      Now as an art teacher myself I get to see the transformative power of art in a child's life every day at school. I am always amazed at how quickly the human spirit can heal itself given enough time and an ample amount of paint. I began offering art lessons to students who loved my class but wanted the experience to last more than a semester. I have had a few takers for this summer and as I was discussing the particulars with them after school I noticed that one of my favorite students became a little sad. I think that she would have been the first to sign up had it not been for the cost. So I decided that this would be a great opportunity for a pay it forward. I pulled her aside and told her that I would love for her to take some art lessons and that I would offer them to her free of charge as a way to pay her back for all of her hard work in my class. She is constantly helping me with everything from Jr. Civitan's projects, to art room cleaning duties, to assisting other classmates. She is a talented, deserving young lady and I can't wait to see what see creates! After all, it was never about the money anyway.

Laurie

The Good Doctor

      I am so excited about this week's pay it forward! It goes out to one of the best doctors I know. Now this guy is not your every day run of the mill doc. He doesn't make you wait in his waiting room until your butt goes numb from sitting. He will actually talk to you personally over the phone instead of using a nurse as the go between. His ego remains perfectly in check at all times. He harbors no God tendencies or superiority complexes. He doesn't try to figure out ways to inflate your bill so he can squeeze some more money out of the insurance companies or your pocket. He actually engages people in real live conversations that take longer than 2.5 minutes.  He doesn't drive a Porsche or live in a mansion and get this, he truly loves, that's right I said loves, his patients. No, this is not an ordinary doctor folks, this is a one in a million! Too bad for us, his patients are only of the four legged variety. That's right, Dr. Jeff Ward, is our absolute favorite veterinarian.

      Dr. Ward is one of those rare people that are so intelligent and hard working he could be doing anything with his time and talents but fortunately for us he chose to take care of some of our favorite family members. I remember one of the things that most impressed me about Dr. Ward when I first visited his office many years ago. I took our dogs Bandit and Shadow in to see him for regular vaccinations and Dr. Ward just plopped right down on the floor with our two not-so-brave little boys and proceeded to get to know each one of them on their level. He spent several minutes just talking and playing with them and before long they decided that he was their new favorite person. We have had several different dogs throughout the years and the one thing they all had in common, besides being completely and helplessly spoiled, was that they all loved Dr. Ward and the wonderful employees at 70 West Veterinary Hospital.

      Dr. Ward is like a member of our family. He has seen us through some dark days and laughed with us through some better ones. He is always genuinely interested in what is going on in our lives. He catches up with us when we go in for exams and wants to know how everyone is doing. He is never too busy to talk or console or laugh a little.

      When our sweet dog Sophie got sick this past year it was Dr. Ward and his girls that helped us through it. I think that her passing affected them almost as much as it did us. She wasn't just a dog. She was family and they got that. It is the best thing in the world to have someone really truly understand your pain and help you through it. Dr. Ward and his affectionate staff have done just that for us many times through the years. They are kind, compassionate people that I am almost certain are hiding a few sets of wings under those lab coats.

      The difference between someone that does a good job and someone that does an exceptional job is passion. You can't learn it. You can't buy it and you certainly can't fake it. There is nothing quite like doing a job that you were made to do. Everyone around you can feel that energy, and I am not just talking about the humans. Sophie always loved going to see Dr. Ward. I think she thought of it as a play date of sorts. There was no reason to be scared or fearful. There was only love, hugs, kisses and more love. I believe in callings and I know one thing for sure, Dr. Ward has found his!

      This week we are giving Dr. Ward a long over due present. His favorite college team is the University of North Carolina so we had a soft fuzzy throw made for him sporting his favorite team's logo. We wrote him a nice thank you card and got the girls in the office a few yummies of their own.

      A great big thank you to Dr. Ward and his wonderful team for all of their hard work, love, patience, kindness and compassion. We love you all very much and are so fortunate to have you around to take care of our precious pets.

Laurie

P.S. You can read more about our sweet girl Sophie in There is Always Room for One More.