Sites of Jaipur and More

Wednesday, December 28:


Emily was still not feeling great on Wednesday, so she stayed home again from teaching school. Thank goodness Gopi was there to help me again when they got a little wild. We got there a little early, and all the kids were seated on a blanket and Gopi was having them stand up and was looking at their hands and talking to them in Hindi. I asked Luna what was going on and she said he was looking at their nails and had them smile to see if they had clean teeth. If no, he would send them to the sink house to wash up.

I started with the alphabet and then broke it down into words. I am finding they are memorizing the alphabet, but when you ask some of them what letter it is not saying the entire alphabet, they don’t know. I tried to work one on one best I could with some that I saw struggling.

During play time, a truck came to fill there water tank so that added some extra excitement to the day. Next we went on to work on math skills. Some of them are really bright in knowing there numbers and how to add. Again, I tried to work one-on-one but it is hard when they are all trying to get your attention, yelling “Dee Dee” – which means Sister. That is what they called all of us.

Drinking our chia in the textile shop.

Drinking our chia in the textile shop.

After school we had lunch and good news was Emily was feeling better and food and water was staying down but continued to rest for the day. Olivia, Luna and I had Shakeer pick us up to do some shopping. He is so sweet, we get in the tuk tuk and he had mini bottles of special perfume he had made for each of us. It smelled so good. He also had a box of sweets for us. (An Indian dessert). We wanted to go to the market and he said he knew of some places to get nice textiles not the tourist shops. He took us to a textile place and the shop owner reminded me of Danny Devito. He made us all chia tea and then he showed us all sorts of samples for pants and kurta (India style shirt). We got to pick out a fabric we wanted and then they measured us, and were hand making them and will be delivered a day later. I got a pair of pants and a kurta hand made for $28 US dollars! Olivia also got pants and a beautiful scarf made for her on site. Both her and Luna also tried on sari’s. Very beautiful.

Next stop Shakeer took us to was for jewelry. We went to a shop with real silver and stones. I picked up quite a few gifts for family and friends.

By this time it was almost 7pm, and Shakeer took us back in time for dinner. After dinner, we just chilled out and I was in bed by 10pm. I can’t believe how tired I am at the ends of some of these days.

Thursday, December 29:

Emily was feeling better and was able to join the rest of us teaching today. Hard to believe this was our second to the last day. It’s exhausting when you are there, but then when you leave, all those sweet voices “dee dee” “Bye” “See you tomorrow”. I just hope my week I spent with them will impact their life in some way. Two of the students, in just a couple days, I have seen actual improvement in their math skills. I write addition tables in their note books and have them answer, and when they come up to show me, if all are correct “good job” and I put a smiley face on there paper. They really want to please and do a good job. Some get mad when I tell them they have a wrong answer, but I try to explain and use my fingers for them to count, and then once we figure it out together, then “good job”? I say yes, “good job”.

We had Shakeer pick us up again after lunch and we headed to some sights based on his recommendation. First up was Gaitor – it is the marble cenotaphs of the Kachhawaha kings enclosed in the walled garden just below Nahargarh Fort. It was beautiful, and if you climbed to the top of one of the buildings, you saw an incredible view of the city.


Our next stop was Panna Mian ka Kund built in the 17th century by a eunuch Panna Mian, a leading figure at the court of Raja Jai Singh.

We finished up our night with a quick stop to take pictures of the Jai Majal, or better know as the “water palace” and stopped at a few markets.


Made it back in time for dinner at 7pm, and now all of us are just cleaning up a bit because there are two more girls moving in on Friday. Can’t believe tomorrow is my last day at the school.

Teaching the Street Kids

First Day of School

Today was my first day of teaching the street kids in the school Sankalp has set up. Emily and I had eleven children ranging in age from 6-8 but their ability to read, write and math varied immensely. School days start at 9:30am and we are done at 12:30.

The first thing I noticed was there beautiful smiles meeting us for the first time. We were like a “shiny new penny” to them. We were met by Gopi, who managed the school. He rounded up the class for us, and talk a little bit about what they know and what to work on.

There they were all sitting with their maroon sweaters on, crossed legged on a blanket looking at us. Emily and I started out with the alphabet and wrote all the letter on the chalk board and we went through them. All in unison there little voices. Next we worked on words – Apple, Boy, Cat…. By this time, we were starting to lose them a bit. All the children are at different levels so it is hard to assess who is more advanced to give harder words to and who needs some extra attention. The language barrier is also a factor.

Gopi had to come around a few times and tell the kids in Hindi to basically sit down and listen. We (and others before and after us) are trying our best to better these kids lives. Without this program, these kids wouldn’t be able to afford to go to school or have any chance of getting an education based on their home life. It is still a struggle to teach with very little resources and a structured curriculum.

Monday after school, we get back to our house by 1:00pm in time for lunch made by Puni. After lunch, Amberee, Emily, Olivia and myself we head to Galti Ji (also know as the Monkey Temple.) Galta Ji is a large Hindu Temple complex unique in that it is centered around a natural spring that has been channeled to fill seven large pools people pilgrimage to. It was a rough ride out there by tuk tuk. One of the main roads where closed so we had to go this back way and I think the roads were all pot holes and speed bumps, it also doesn’t help when you have four packed in the back seat. Emily wasn’t feeling good, but was trooper in going, but that ride, and the smells did not help someone feeling like they could vomit every 5 minutes.

We finally make it after an hour and half in the tuk tuk. The place was beautiful. You walk in and the first thing you notice is monkeys everywhere. You can buy peanuts to feed them, and they will crawl on you. I have to admit, monkeys creep me (pardon my language) — THE FUCK OUT! I am ok looking at them, but to have them jump on me, hell no. I bought a pack of peanuts and just the site and sound of the bag crunching I had multiple come after me, and one attempted to climb my leg to get the peanuts in my bag.

Nope, not happening. Olivia and Amberee, took a motor bike up to the top of the mountain to see the Sun Temple. Emily, got sick again and so her and I just sat on a bench at the front of the park waiting for those two. Back in the tuk tuk and made it home just in time for Puni’s dinner for us.

Between kids and monkeys, I was ready for a hot shower to wash the dirt and germs off me.

Second Day of School:

Emily wasn’t feeling well yet, so I was one my own with the class. Thank goodness Gopi was there to assist me, and get the kids back in line, when they got a little wild. They are really good at knowing the letters in order, but once you mix them up, they really don’t know. I went over words and how to spell them focusing on what each letters was. Reading and vocabulary is tougher for them than math. Again I contribute it to a language barrier.


It was interesting, that while we were teaching, a plane went over. All kids stopped what they were doing and ran over to the fence and was yelling, plane, plane…. They found it fascinating this big thing in the sky. I hope one day, when they grow up they can experience being in a plane that takes them some place amazing.


We get home from school, and Emily was feeling a bit better after sleeping all day. We had lunch and then Shakeer picks us up in his tuk tuk. Shakeer is a really nice guy. He is one of the main tuk tuk drivers that the organization uses. He took us to multiple ATM’s the day before and this day to find money.

There is a money shortage in India. All the 1000 and 500 rupee notes are no longer good and you had a time to trade in, and after that they are worthless. During that time with everyone cashing in for other denominations, there was a money shortage. At the airport I was only allowed to cash in $70.00 which was over 4,000 rupees. We finally found an ATM with money in it and I was able to take out 2,500 rupees. Money goes along way here. A tuk tuk ride into the city, we negotiated a rate of 150 rupees or $2.21 US dollar.

Now that we have money, we are off to go see Elephants. We travel through the town again, and I am just taking in the sites and sounds. We get to this one place, and the Elephants are in a small area and have chains on their ankle. I do go up and pet them as Shakeer assured they were properly cared for. Some of the girls didn’t feel comfortable with this place, so Shakeer took us to a different one, where they are more in the open. We arrive at Elephant Village and yes, this place is much better. Wide open spaces.


Olivia and I pay 600 rupees to pet, feed and take our picture on the elephants. It was amazing. Such big animals, but so gentle. When it came time to taking our picture, the guide was like, do you want to get on the real way – by the truck…. You only live ones, so up I go! I mounted the elephant by stepping on is truck and walking up his head to his back. It was so fantastic, I felt like I was on top of the world.


After we let the Elephant Village, we went for dinner at The Stag. We sat upstairs of the restaurant and had a beautiful view of Amber Fort. After dinner we plan to go to see the light show, and we find out as we get there that we missed it. It was a good thing, because Emily got sick again, and so we squish in the tuk tuk again and Shakeer takes us home.

Hard to believe I have been here almost a week now. This trip is flying by and it is more than I ever expected.

Christmas at the Taj Mahal

imageDay 4 & 5:

Luna (from Brussels, Belgium), Amberee (from London, now living in Bombay) Emily (from Liverpool, London), Olivia (from Germany)  and I started off at 9am from the house. We met up with our driver, Aditzal, who was taking us the five hour trip into AgrThe drive at that time of the morning was crazy. You had busses, tuk tuk’s, bicycles, motorbikes, cars and people all fighter to get through on the roads and it is a constant honking. It really is organized chaos. We finally get out of Jaipur to a more open road. The scenery and people where beautiful. Going through, what I assume are little villages and you had homes (shacks) built on the side of the roads as part of the roadside markets or you could see them tucked farther back and men, women and children walking to start their day. I am amazed at what I assume are some of the poorer areas, the women always had the most beautiful Saris on. Brightly colored, some jeweled, and simply lovely.

I saw men herding goats and sheep, children walking to school, women carrying big bushels of sticks on their heads. I also saw men peeing on the side of the road and against stone walls, peddlers at every toll booth we came across selling something, cattle and dogs roaming the streets and garbage strewn about was more the normal than not.

The beauty of a trip like this is to see real life, but with real life there are things you are going to see and can’t believe people live like that. You have to be comfortable with the uncomfortable and reserve judgment.

This is their normal, their way of life and we are the outsides.

We finally get to Agra about 2:15pm and we are starving, our driver takes us to a restaurant called Pind Balluchi and we have Amberee order for us. She is from London, but now lives in Bombay and speaks English and Hindi. Our meal was wonderful and I had my first India beer – Kingfisher. We come out from the restaurant and our driver, Aditzal, has on a santa hat. It was pretty cute.

Next stop our hotel. We checked in and freshen up a bit and then we are back in the van and we head to Agra Fort. Agra Fort is the former imperial residence of the Mughal Dynasty. It was simply beautiful. I can’t imagine what it looked like in its original day dating back to the 1500’s. The five of us walked around and took in the sites, took lots of pictures and then we went down to a market. It was not a true market but more of a mix of Indian and American Brand stores. We didn’t do any shopping. We just walked down the one side of the street and then we went back to the hotel.

We had a little downtown before our driver took us to dinner. We couldn’t decide what we wanted to eat India food, western food or others and in the end we went back to the same restaurant we ate lunch in. It was good and it was decorated for Christmas so we thought it would be nice to spend Christmas Eve her together.

After dinner, I was in a food come and exhausted. Back to the hotel and I was sleeping by 9:00pm. I am awake again now at 1:30am writing about my day. Tomorrow at 7:30 am we are all meeting in the lobby for our guide and he is taking us to the Taj Mahal. What an amazing Christmas present!!!

Day 5:

It is Christmas Day and we are on our way back to Jaipur at 10:30am from Jaipur. I think I need someone to pinch me after seeing the Taj Mahal in person! Words can’t even describe how beautiful it is.

imageWe met our guide at 7:30am at our hotel, and then we walked a few blocks to get to the Taj Mahal. It was bit foggy at first but the sun was trying to make its way out. As we walked our guide gave us the history of the Taj Mahal and pointed out the most amazing parts of it. The part that struck me, was first it took 22 years to build, second all the script work, and flower inlay are precious stones all cut by hand and laid in the marble. The marble details are another one of the beauties you discover once you get up close.

Being there in front of one of the Seven Wonders of the World was simply breathtaking. Once our guide took us around and explained the history of being built and the meaning behind some of the architecture he left us for an hour for us to go around and take pictures on our own.

We met back up with our guide and got a bus back to our hotel. We had breakfast at the hotel, and I just tried to really grasp what I just saw. We checked out at 10:30am and we were back on the road back for 5+ hours back to Jaipur.

When we got home, Puni, who lives in the house full time and is cooks all our meals, had the place beautifully decorated and we had a lovely basket of goodies (chocolate, wine, biscuits) from Amita and Pranay, who run the Sanklap Society organization. They also joined us for our Christmas feast.

Christmas is a time to be with family, but “family” can come in many shapes and sizes and for this year, I am grateful to celebrate with my new Sanklap family!

Merry Christmas to all and no matter where or who you are with, I hope you made it the best!!!

My Travel to India!

India Adventure – Day 1

I am sitting in O’Hare Airport, terminal 2 waiting to board my first flight to Toronto on Air Canada. I have to say, I love airports. The mix of so many people from so many different places and all with a different story on where they are going and why.

The first leg of my journey was fantastic! Anyone living in Madison, and if you are looking to go to Chicago (Airport or Downtown) I highly recommend the bus. I took an Uber from my house to the bus pick up location (800 University on the UW Campus) and it was only $10. I boarded the bus at 8:30am, and I was dropped off right at my gate by 11:15. Round trip bus ticket is $60.00. You can’t go wrong for that price.

I checked in at my gate flying Air Canada, and I loved how the attendants interchanged english and french. Madame Meyer would be proud that I could understand bits and pieces of what they were saying.


First stop, magazine shop – air travel is the time to allow myself the guilty pleasure of buying trashy gossip magazines, grab a giant bottle of water and find a quite spot to charge up and reflect on the journey I am about to begin.

Am I nervous? Not really, it is more nervous excitement. I think my mother is worrying enough for me, but then again, no matter what age you are, that’s what Moms do.

For those of you who don’t know I am going to India to do volunteer work with the organization Sankalp Volunteer. Five years ago, I did an international service trip to Swaziland with the organization Heart for Africa. It was one of most amazing trips of my life. I have been searching since then to find other organizations with a program similar to Heart for Africa. I love the fact that I can pay a flat fee (some people do fundraise for their trips, but I do enough of that in my day to day world) and everything is taken care of when I get there. Place to stay, meals, travel within the country and I have people that can speak the language and help me navigate this new land. The best part of these types of trips is getting to actually experience real people and day to day life. You are not just hitting the “tourist” parts.

Getting to experience different cultures, meet new people and see new corners of the word is why I continually have a wanderlust for travel. Wisconsin will always be my home, but the world is my playground.

Day 1 – Extended

My first flight out of Chicago to Toronto went well. We had a slight delay in boarding, and in that time while waiting, I struck up a conversation with a cute guy from London, all from saying “Bless You” when he sneezed. I must admit, I think the British accent is one of the sexiest accents out there. I was hoping by fate, we would have been sitting next to each other, but, he was 5 rows up from me. He did look behind at me as he was exiting the plane and gave me a little smile and wink. Swoon!

The Toronto airport has a very weird set up when you get off the plane. You are confined to this long glass corridor, that you keep walking until you are escorted by an airline worker to a customs area and then you are allowed in the main gate area to find your connecting international flight. I had to pee so bad when I got off the plane, and when I asked the lady, who was going to escort me to the next area where the bathroom was, she said not until your gate, half way across the airport. She then said, let me take you to this one downstairs for staff. She was so nice. I don’t think I would have made it across the airport.


I finally got to my gate for my flight to Delhi. We had a 30 minute delay. Instead of 9:20, boarding was at 9:50. As I looked around, there was people from all ethnic backgrounds waiting to board. In this one area we have people that speak many different languages, but the one thing that transcends in any language is a smile. By just smiling at someone – being a flight attendant, fellow passenger, gate attendant, you can see their mood and face change.

We board the plane, and there is some weather in Toronto that delays us on the tarmac. Our plane has to be de-iced. We sat on the tarmac waiting for takeoff for an hour and 20 min. I didn’t really notice the time because thank goodness we have a tv screen in the headrest of the seat in front of us. I was busy watching Bad Moms! Finally in the air – total flight time is 12.5 hours and my eta to Dehli is now 11:00pm.


From Day 1 to Day 3 –

It is now 7:45am on December 23 – I made it to my new home for two weeks in Jaipur. It reminds me of the youth hostels I stayed in when I was in Scotland and did the whole backpacking thing. It was a little bit of an adventure to get here. I got off the plane and got through customs, exchanged some money, got my bag and then walked toward the exit and I was never so happy to see a middle aged Indian gentlemen holding up a piece of paper with my name on it. He was my driver to take me to Jaipur.


It is about 280 Kilometers from Delhi to Jaipur. After 14+ hours of being on a plane, I had another 5+ in a car. We left the airport about midnight. The city was still jammed pack with traffic and as we hit the highway I couldn’t believe how many vehicles where on the road at that time of night. My driver told me his name, but I don’t remember what it is. He barely spoke any english, so it was a quite car ride besides the Indian music playing. I was amazed at all the little open “roadside” shops along the highway. We got about an hour in and my driver stopped to eat, I was not hungry so I stayed in the car while he ate at a roadside stand. I didn’t know if I wanted to be that adventurous only 2 hours being in India. We get back on the road and a little while later stop for gas. Navigating the Indian traffic was insane. There is no way in hell I could EVER drive in this country. No one uses the lanes, people are darting in and out of switching imaginary lanes and I think a few times there was only inches between us and the next vehicle with the tailgating, oh, and lets not forget all the honking.


It is about 3am now, and my driver asks if he can pull over to sleep an hour. I don’t want him falling asleep, so I say ok. He pulls over along the highway, and puts his seat back and is snoring in 2 minutes. By this time, I am exhausted as well, so I do the same. A little cat nap off an Indian highway at 3am with a strange guy that just picked me up….. Brave or stupid… not sure, but all turned out ok. Back on road by 4:30. At about 5:30, my driver says stop for tea? I think he says stop to pee, so I am all for it. Lost in translation there. Either way, we accomplish both. About half hour out of the city, we stop at this open roadside shop/cafe and we order chia tea. It was surreal — here I am in India, at 5:30am drinking tea from a road side stand off the highway taking in all the sites and sounds around me.

imageI get to the house at about 6am, just as the sun was coming up. I was greeted by Puni, who lives here in the house and is also our cook for our lunch and dinner. She helped me to my room and made me coffee. The house is still asleep so I am taking this time to reflect and document everything while it is fresh in my head…. speaking of that, along the road while driving, I saw people leading camels and as we got into town, sure shit — cows everywhere wandering the streets. Looking forward to what the rest of this day has in store for me.

Day 3 – Continued…. I met the rest of the girls in the hours. Emily, who is one year away from her nursing degree is from Liverpool and also on the two week program like me. The rest of the girls have already been here for awhile and have their work placement. The four of them went off by 9am to the school to teach and work with the street kid program.

I had to keep moving or I would have crashed hard and I didn’t want to sleep my first day away. Finally I got a chance to shower after leaving my house at 8am on Dec 21st! Pure heaven. Emily and I decided to take a tuk tuk into town and find an Indian market. Let’s just say thank goodness I have a chiropractor appointments scheduled first thing when I get home because I will need it!!! It’s crazy – darting in and out of traffic, the honking, speed bumps, rough roads, cows in the middle of the road, people everywhere, camels used for travel….. those are just a few of the sites and sounds from my first tuk tuk ride.

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We eventually found a market and went into a few shops. I did end up getting two scarves. One for myself and one for a gift. We came back to the house for 1pm lunch and it was very delicious. After lunch we went up to the roof top to soak up the sun’s rays while we waited until our 3pm orientation with Amita.

She went over how Sankalp started, the history of the organization and the programs that they support. Based on our length of stay, we are going to be teaching street kids in school. Emily and I are going to team teach the kids 4-6 building upon their current knowledge and work with them on  colors and words to go with the colors, basic body parts and math.  We start that on Monday, Dec 26 for one week.

Sitting during the orientation I was starting to hit the wall. I almost fell asleep during it. After we got done going over our program, house rules and other basic information we should know Emily and I walked to the grocery store so she could get a few items. Got back to the house at 7pm, had dinner, cooked by Puska, and then I was ready for bed. It was 7:30 and I was out cold… and now it is 10:30 and I am wide awake writing this.

Tomorrow I am super excited for our overnight trip into Agra and to see the Taj Mahal.

I am going to India!


Five years ago this month I went to Swaziland, Africa to serve on an 11 day mission trip with the organization, Heart for Africa! It was such an amazing experience and the children I met in Swaziland are forever imprinted on my heart. I knew when a similar opportunity came again, I had to go.

An opportunity presented itself last month. A few years ago, I was looking at going to India with Sankalp Society. After doing some research, they seemed like a legitimate agency, there was a mix of service and travel built into the program, I even messaged someone that went through this program, and they said it was amazing, the problem, most of the trips where for extended periods of time.

The literary meaning of the Hindi word ‘Sankalp‘ in English is Take a Pledge… A pledge to make with people from all parts of the world by ‘Sankalp’ and in turn a promise with Sankalp by the people to create a unique and different world by way of turning the entire population harmonious and helpful to each other.

Fast forward to two weeks ago, I am on Facebook, and I see an invite event for “Christmas Volunteering” with the Sankalp Volunteer. I click on the link and I see the trip is for two weeks over Christmas and New Years. Because I have already done my home work on this organization, I check out my schedule and think, I can do this!

I run it past my boss about taking two weeks off, tell my parents I won’t be home for Christmas, but I will get you all presents from India, and I submit the online application. Two days later, I am accepted to the program, and I submit my application fee of $210 and boom – I am going to India for Christmas and New Years!

Now to decide what area I want I want to volunteer in — English Teaching Program, Orphanage Work, Street Children Education Project or Women Empowerment.

More to come on this amazing adventure!

Double Digits

11I am two weeks away from my goal race of the Her Half Marathon on June 26. The last 3 weeks, I have been doing double digits for my Saturday long training runs. I am still in awe of myself for hitting these HUGE milestone!

As I look back on this journey here are some things I have learned.

  1. To help make your goal a reality, you must vocalize it. By telling people about your goal, it helps keep you accountable.
  1. I have some pretty incredible friends and family who have been amazing in giving me the encouragement I needed and words of support along the way to keep going.
  1. Doesn’t matter how fast or slow you are, the point is you are doing it. Your butt is off the couch, you are being physically active to better your health and creating life long healthy habits.
  1. Learn to love the body you are given. Did I drop 50lbs from running? No, in actuality the number on the scale barely moved, but I am ok with that. I feel stronger, my body is allowing me to do something I never thought possible, and for that no matter the shape or size of it, I have learned to love who I am inside and outside.
  1.  Running is more mental than physical. If you get in your own head with negative thoughts, all those aches and pains you are experiencing will take over. Strong mind, strong body.
Foundations Training Run Team before our 12 mile run at Fireman's Park in Verona.

Foundations Training Run Team before our 12 mile run at Fireman’s Park in Verona.

I started this journey on January 9th and it is hard to believe I am two weeks away from making it a reality. I am so grateful for my fellow Foundation Training run members and Coach Flo for helping me get this far.  I have put in the work, and next week is our taper week to absorb everything we have done so far and gear up for race day. I look forward to towing the line on June 26 and run, walk or crawl…. I will make it across that finish line!

100 pints for 100 years!


Have you ever been a part of something that made your heart feel like it was going to burst, it was so full of love? This is the only way to describe how I felt when I saw the pure joy and emotion on the face of Blanche Baudhuin on Tuesday, March 8th.

What happened on this day you ask? Friends, family, strangers, and the community came together to accomplish an amazing act of kindness all centered around this special lady. Blanche is a 40 year volunteer with the American Red Cross. March 13 was her 100th birthday. What better way to celebrate than by hosting a 100 unit blood drive in her honor.

I talked to her about this idea back in December when I stopped by one Saturday for a visit. I said, “Blanche, what shall we do for your birthday this year? It has to be special, it is the big one!”.  I suggested, “What if we hosted a 100 unit blood drive in your honor?”  She was tickled pink, and thought it was an amazing idea — and then she said to me (which made me tear up). “I really want to make it to 100, I really do.”

Once we started the wheels in motion, it felt like everything started to fall into place. The Green Bay media (television, radio and the newspaper) all did amazing features on Blanche during the two weeks before the drive. She was an instant celebrity across Northeast Wisconsin. Titletown Brewing Company donated rootbeer for the big day, Pastor Errer from Faith Lutheran Church, where the drive was helded, donated two birthday sheet cakes, many of the Red Cross staff pitched in for sloppy joes, chips, cheese, crackers and other goodies.

Now we just needed donors! To collect 100 units that would mean we would need over 100 people to come in to roll up their sleeves and donate (to account for deferrals and no shows day of.)

12806225_10207234470113419_7128114126914682391_nGoing into the day we had 90 appointments.  I had faith, the Green Bay community would show and show they did! Blanche got to the drive 45 minutes before it started at 11:30 to get comfortable at her registration area, the role she does every Thursday in the Deckner Blood Center.   Starting at 11, donors started coming, and not only to donate blood, they brought cards, gifts and flowers for Blanche. She received two beautiful bouquets of roses and carnations and we still don’t know who they are from. The card only said, “Thanks for the thousands you have helped whom you have never met, Happy 100th.” 

The day was a whirlwind for me, I can’t imagine what it was like for Blanche. The people just kept coming and giving. At noon, we all sang “Happy Birthday” and after we got done, Blanche chimes up, “You forgot the second verse – How old are you? “.  We started singing again, “How old are you?” and she sat at the table and giggled.


I am still in awe of all those that came out to support this amazing day. The Mayor stopped by to wish Blanche a Happy Birthday, friends of hers from Milwaukee, past Red Cross staff and volunteers, and total strangers. Gail McGovern, President and CEO of the American Red Cross even created a personal video message for Blanche.

So many people mentioned they saw the story about the blood drive on TV, heard on the radio, or read in the paper and came out — some of those being first time donors.  One woman, saw the article in the paper, and Blanche and her mother shared the same birthday and both turning 100 years old. Unfortunately, this women lost her mother in January. When she read the article she knew she had to come out and donate in memory of her Mom and in honor of Blanche.

It was about 5:15pm (the drive ended at 5:30) and the supervisor for the drive, let us know we had our 100th pint collected. The expression on Blanche’s face is one I will never forget.  I think everyone got a tear in their eye (ok, I got more than a tear). We had this bell for her to ring, and she was so excited, she forgot, and we are all chanting, “ring the bell, ring the bell.” and she is literally jumping and ringing the bell over and over, she was so excited. Overall we collected 114 units that days, saving a potential of 342 lives.

When I think back on this day, it still brings a smile to my face and a tear to my eye. I am so grateful for all the donors who gave, the staff for their hard work and the community for making this a day Blanche will never forget. The only way to describe the day was magical.

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I AM an Iron-Volunteer!

Ironman 2014 is where I fell in love with the city of Madison, and now one year later it was crazy to think, I live here. All summer long, I looked forward to Ironman 2015.  No, I am not an athlete participating, I am a cheerleader and volunteer.  It takes 3,700 volunteers to support the almost 3,000 athletes who have spent the last year training for one goal – to cross the finish line and hear their name “You are an Ironman”.

The swim wave goes off at 7am, so at 6:15am, I pedal my cruiser down the Capital City Trail to the swim start near the Monona Terrace. It was a perfect day for Ironman. The water was calm, the sunrise was beautiful, and by the excitement and energy of the crowd, it was hard to believe it was only 6:30am.


Beautiful sunrise over Lake Monona.

IMG_20150913_065931238_HDR7:00am the horn sounded and off they go to swim 2.4 miles. I had a few friends from Green Bay participating again this year, so I met their support crew on the helix to wait and watch. This is probably one of my favorite spectating spots. The crowds are crazy loud – a mixture of cowbells, air horns and mega phones. Most of the athletes at this point are smiling as they are running up the helix because they made it — one down, bike and run to go.

As a spectator and volunteer, you must also pace yourself. The cut off time is midnight for the athletes and I planned to be their to cheer on the last person crossing the finish line. My friend, Toni and I took a pit stop to The Old Fashioned. After a good carbo load of eggs, potatoes and bloody marys, we where ready to cheer on the lead athletes as they made their way back from the 112 mile bike course and start the 26.2 mile run.

Toni and I for two hours cheered on all the athletes as they came through the run out. At 2:00pm, it was my turn to perform.  I was volunteering at the aid station on State and Lake Street. The city streets now a criss cross of runners as the looped around the city of Madison.  As I got to my aid station, I was seeing some of the runners I saw as they where just starting the run. My station was mile 6.5 and the athletes also passed again at mile 20.


We had two stations on each side of the road handing out first water, then Gatorade, ice chips, coke and sponges. At first when you get there the station is a little crazy, but then you find your role and begin. I was handing out water on the second loop, so after they passed me they had 6.2 to go to the Capitol. You start to recognize these faces and outfits – Guy with pink tutu, fireman running in his gear and tank, friends with double dare t-shirts, a visually impaired women tethered to her running guide and I hoped I could see them at the finish and fulfill their dream of becoming an Ironman.

I had completed my volunteer role at 7:00 pm and now I was headed to the finish line and meet back up with my friend Toni. We stood and watched the runners go by – one side of the street they had 1/2 a mile to complete their Ironman journey – the other side they still had a 1/2 marathon to go.


Magical view with the Capitol in the background.


One by one, I saw my friends getting close to their dream – Cooch, Andy and Mike cheering them on for that last 1/2 mile.  Toni and I then moved to the finish line. It was after 9pm but the bleachers and crowds surrounding the finish chute was incredible. We squeezed our way onto the bleachers and there we stood and cheered for the next three hours. The best part of the Ironman was the last half hour. A second announcer goes down in the finish shoot and as the athletes cross they get the crowd into cheering for each one —  “You Are an Ironman”.  It was incredible to again see those faces I have become so familiar with cross that line – the pink tutu, the friends going across holding hands, the visually impaired runner and with 13 minutes to spare Fireman Rob.

I have never witnessed an event that is so filled with emotion and that is why I love being a part of this event and many other endurance events – true test of the human spirit at its finest! The reaction and emotion on the athletes face as they cross that line also brought tears to my eyes. As I watched I also thought why can’t we support everyone in life the way myself and these crowds are supporting each of these athletes? Think how different our world would be.

20150913_142824_resizedI might not be an Ironman, but I am an Iron – Volunteer for life!!!


31 Days of Giving: Day 15 – Gift of Mentorship


I am very fortunate to have some amazing mentors growing up. I thank my Grandparents and parents for instilling in me my hard work ethic, I have many professors that believed in me, and I have met community members who I continue to look up to and learn from every day.

I feel like life is becoming full circle, and now I am getting the opportunity to be that mentor for young leaders in our community. Today we had our monthly meeting for our Red Cross Young Professional Group – Club Red. We launched in September of 2014 and currently have around 15 members and looking to grow. This might be a small group but they are go-getters and launching the club has been so fun for me.

I was introduced to service later in life, and I wish I would have gotten involved earlier in my career because now I see how getting involved can open doors to opportunities and friends you might not ever meet if it was not for volunteering.

I feel very blessed to be able to work with such a talented group of young professionals and if I can help in any way guide them to be leaders in our community it will be a direct reflection to the many leaders who I have learned from.

Thank you!





Book Review: The Promise Of A Pencil by Adam Braun


“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”  – Howard Thurman

This is the opening quote for the book “The Promise of a Pencil”. As soon as I opened this book and read that line, I was intrigued. This book was recommended to me by one of the board members at the nonprofit I work for and I am so thankful that she did. The book chronicles Adam’s journey on finding his passion, and at first not knowing what his real passion was. This is how I feel about my journey in becoming a volunteer manager. I had no idea this was my passion, and it found me.

To give you a bit of a back ground on the book, Adam Braun started the nonprofit Pencils of Promise with $25 back in 2008 at the age of 24. Five years later Pencils of Promise has now built more than 200 schools around the world in areas of poverty within developing nations. His story tells how “an ordinary person can create extraordinary change.”

Below are a list of principals from the book that resonated with me in my career and why:

Page 36“I had always thought that I was too young to make a difference. I had been told that without the ability to make a large donation to a charity, I couldn’t help change someone’s life. But through the small act of giving one child one pencil, that belief was shattered. I realized that even big waves start with small ripples.”

This is so true – I see everyday how small acts of kindness can make a huge impact on people’s lives. You don’t have to be a millionaire to change the world, you can change the world by the way you treat people in your everyday life.

Page 116 – “Every conversation began with the same question: “What do you love doing most?” Once I understood that person’s passion, we could craft a way for him or her to use it to support PoP. Through that approach, our volunteer force expanded rapidly.”

This is the model I try to follow when I meet with new volunteers. Find out their skills, what are their goals, and what led them to want to volunteer? My goal is to help guide them to their passion.

Page 196 – “I knew that the only way to win the respect of our for-profit peers would be to wed our values and idealism to business acumen. Rather than thinking of ourselves as nonprofit, we would begin to refer to our work as for-purpose.”  

Wow, what a concept and I love this statement and I am proud to say I work “for-purpose” not for a nonprofit.

Page 244 “Ellen Johnson Sirleaf, the first female elected head of state in Africa, said, “If your dreams do not scare you, they are not big enough.”

This statement really resonated with me, because I feel like I am struggling right now to figure out what is the next step for me and what do I want to accomplish in these next 40 years? It’s scary but also exciting. Like Adam, I believe I am an ordinary person who can create extraordinary change, what that will be, I look forward to figuring it out, and hopefully impacting lives along the way.

Me with Blake Mycoskie -- completely star struck!

Me with Blake Mycoskie — completely star struck!

Here are some other books that I recommend reading if you are like me, and want to change the world in small and big ways.

“Start Something that Matters” – by Blake Mycoskie, Chief Shoe Giver, TOMS – I admit it, I am a TOMS addict. I have over 12 pairs. I was fortunate enough to meet and have dinner with Blake in 2010 when he spoke on campus of UW-Green Bay.  I was completely in awe of him. His book tells the TOMS story and how it started out of his little apartment in CA to what it is today. An amazing story of true entrepreneurism at its finest.

“The Third Wave – A Volunteer Story” – by Alison Thompson – This book was given to me by a dear friend and volunteer. This book is the story of how volunteering changed Thompson’s life. A great book to give to that special volunteer in our life.