My husband and son just visited VT and learned about this program. I have been working this summer on a bullying prevention program for our students. I would love more information on your “Actively Caring Bullying Prevention Program”. We would like to join this movement.

Thank you for all you are doing to inspire and encourage the youth of our country.

Rhonda Kessinger
Guidance Counselor
Halifax Academy

After school I went to my science teacher to ask what I received on the test earlier that day. While in his class I over heard I classmate say that on his way to hand in his test he saw the answer key and noticed four of his questions were wrong. Instead of sitting back at his desk and change his answers he did what he originally planned to do and hand in his test. On the spot I took off my green Actively Caring for People Bracelet and handed it to him. I explained that when he saw someone else doing something kind he should pay it forward. Without hesitation he slipped the green bracelet on his wrist and grinned ear to ear even more happily than he would if he got a grade ten points higher.

In a recent lacrosse practice while we were running our warm-up laps around the field I got the strap of my helmet stuck in the mesh fence that divided our field from the field hockey field. My feet came out from under me and I was swinging around on the fence. The whole team passed by laughing except for one teammate who came over to help me. He unhooked my helmet and I thanked him. After the practice while we were packing up I gave him a green actively caring for people bracelet and explained that when he saw someone else do something kind he should pass it on. He smiled and thanked me. Meanwhile other teammates were looking on thinking that they should have done something when the incident happened.

Restless from being confined to a cubicle for 8 hours a day, Christine and I decided to alter our routine lunch break.

Instead of a sedentary lunch, we decided to venture around McLean in the warm sunshine. Equipped with flats, a plethora of energy, and an open mind, we began to explore the corporate world. As we passed SAX 5th Avenue, iGOV, SAIC, and Booz Allen, we stumbled upon a cell phone residing on top of a fire hydrant box.

DON’T TOUCH IT, SAM!!! IT COULD BE A BOMB– Christine shrieked as I grabbed it without hesitation. Surely enough, someone had simply misplaced their phone. I proceeded to go through the recent call list, and call ‘mom’. Well, mom didn’t exactly speak English, so ‘Bruce’ became our next target. Bruce informed us that Shawn, the phones’ owner, worked down the road at Monster.

Ten minutes later, we found ourselves on the seventh floor of Monster’s gigantic complex. Instantaneously, a younger man of Persian decent opened the double glass doors, “You two must be the lovely ladies who found my phone. Let me take you out for coffee,” he insisted. We explained that we appreciated his kind gesture; however, we needed to return to work.

Shawn began to inquire about our jobs, education, and ethnicity. After explaining that we are rising seniors at Virginia Tech pursing internships with CVENT, a smile expanded across his face. “Give me your contact information, we will keep in touch, and I will be sure to use my connections with monster (an online job posting database) to guide you through your job search following graduation. It’s the least I can do.” He proceeded to list companies he had close ties with- many of which sounded incredible.”Any company would be lucky to have such caring women like yourselves as their employees.”

Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Because I definitely do. Without any information regarding the cell phone’s owner, we sought out to return it– simply because we wanted to help someone in need. Little did we know, this person could change our lives, as we did his.

I wish I had a green band with me…

Restless from being confined to a cubicle for 8 hours a day, Christine and I decided to alter our routine lunch break.

Instead of a sedentary lunch, we decided to venture around McLean in the warm sunshine. Equipped with flats, a plethora of energy, and an open mind, we began to explore the corporate world. As we passed SAX 5th Avenue, iGOV, SAIC, and Booz Allen, we stumbled upon a cell phone residing on top of a fire hydrant box.

DON’T TOUCH IT, SAM!!! IT COULD BE A BOMB– Christine shrieked as I grabbed it without hesitation. Surely enough, someone had simply misplaced their phone. I proceeded to go through the recent call list, and call ‘mom’. Well, mom didn’t exactly speak English, so ‘Bruce’ became our next target. Bruce informed us that Shawn, the phones’ owner, worked down the road at Monster.

Ten minutes later, we found ourselves on the seventh floor of Monster’s gigantic complex. Instantaneously, a younger man of Persian decent opened the double glass doors, “You two must be the lovely ladies who found my phone. Let me take you out for coffee,” he insisted. We explained that we appreciated his kind gesture; however, we needed to return to work.

Shawn began to inquire about our jobs, education, and ethnicity. After explaining that we are rising seniors at Virginia Tech pursing internships with CVENT, a smile expanded across his face. “Give me your contact information, we will keep in touch, and I will be sure to use my connections with monster (an online job posting database) to guide you through your job search following graduation. It’s the least I can do.” He proceeded to list companies he had close ties with- many of which sounded incredible.”Any company would be lucky to have such caring women like yourselves as their employees.”

Do you believe everything happens for a reason? Because I definitely do. Without any information regarding the cell phone’s owner, we sought out to return it– simply because we wanted to help someone in need. Little did we know, this person could change our lives, as we did his.

I wish I had a green band with me…

Livin’ the dream in the corporate world,
Samantha