Watch this Mormon Message to see how simple it is to show tremendous love to those around you. I give daily acts like these to friends, family, and students. It seems so simple to give hugs or smiles, but these acts are a direct message of love to my wonderful friends, students, and family.
If you also life like you see in this video, you will see a strong difference in your life.
Today I went to Westminster College to meet with a couple of students asking for help on their class projects. They are required to make a website this semester, and we are at the point where they are starting to have unique problems with their code.
I met my students in the adjunct office. The college has an office where part-time faculty like me have a place to work and meet with students. This office has three desks; two of the desks have computers and phones.
Sometimes, I cannot get to a desk with a computer because other part-time faculty are working at the desks when I arrive. However, we are all cordial and let each other know when we will be off the computers so the next person can work. But I rarely need one of these computers because little useful software is on these machines. For example, there is no web design or graphics software on these machines. I usually pull out my Mac and start working on it so I can grade and work on the syllabus websites I use.
My cute kitty Oscar just adores my husband, Ray. This is a picture of my wonderful cat while he sits on my desk and carefully watches Ray walk out of the room. Oscar jumped off and followed Ray right after I took this shot.
Oscar is a rescued cat. Ray and I picked Oscar up together, but Ray was the first to hold Oscar when our new cat was taken out of his cage. As a result, a deep bond occurred that has just gotten stronger over the past couple of years that we have had this wonderful kitty.
I use a little SpotBot to take care of spills that my kids leave on our too-light-colored carpet. The little SpotBot does a good job, and it has kept my head from figuratively exploding. Head explosions are a figurative risk because I hate dirty carpet. This disdain for dirty carpet can easily be traced back to growing up around a mentally ill mother who left all kinds of garbage on the floor. Having a “clean” floor makes me feel a little in control, if nothing else. :)
