Liberian Living: I'm Not Just Living

I just read about the UGA graduate who was shot on her lunch break, not too far from where my old roommate works in Atlanta. Three blocks away to be precise. The story of her death was so sad for me to read, because she had what one would call "her whole life ahead of her." I know her family and friends will reread every post on her blog, just to have a piece of her. I think it's a blessing that we can fossilize ourselves in that way. I'd be scared to die and all that I would leave is a facebook page.

Truly, each breath is God's gift. I am so stressed right now as I get ready to shoot another episode of MCC TV tomorrow. This time we'll be in the kitchen, and the foreign territory is exciting so I'll try not to see it as make or break my whole future TV career.

Words can't express how much I want/ need/ pray for my dreams to come to fruition. But I wonder if I'm missing something by not just enjoying the day.

Serving others.

Okay so I'm off to a shaky start.

In my mind the next tip said "Pay for the person's coffee in line behind you." I was wrong.

42. Pay for the stranger’s coffee behind you in line::Head on through the drive through or even at a till in person and tell the cashier you would like to pay for that other person’s purchase as well. You will quite likely surprise the cashier and the other person with such a simple act of kindness.

So my best friend Danielle was working hard on some law school stuff at Panera. I know she is a coffee drinker so I said "Come get behind me in line." Of course she picked a pastry instead.

Cool beans except that she's not a stranger. Just a hard working law school student whose loyalty to me is unwavering. I know the idea is to do a random act for someone you don't know, but eh, I couldn't help but break the rules a little bit.

I think I'll still file this one away for the guy files, and the next coffee or pastry I buy will have a side order of tall, dark, and yummy man to go with it. Yeah, so far I like serving others.