We’re a rag-tag group of people vigilantly pursuing self-sustaining educational & employment opportunities with and for students and their families living in rural communities in developing countries. We believe in asking hard questions like, “What do you need and how can we help?” We believe that communities know their needs better than we do and that it’s our job to listen. We’re big on being kind for the sake of kindness and we believe that even the smallest acts of kindness can make a big difference. We believe in keeping vigil over one another and watching for opportunities to help, no matter how far off the beaten path those opportunities take us. We’re vigilant in our belief that God has given each person unique gifts and that one of the highest forms of worship is using those gifts to serve others. We believe God has a purpose for each life and Vigilante Kindness is our purpose. Join us as we live out wild adventures in service of God and others. Join us in committing acts of Vigilante Kindness.
the little girl sitting one row ahead of me on the plane and singing “Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star”. You made my day, little one. Twinkle on.
sleeping in my own bed
reading in bed
the 90-year-old woman celebrating her birthday at the Kings v. Clippers game. They showed her on the big screen and I was simultaneously filled with joy and pangs of grief for my grandmother.
carefully trying to pour ladybugs into habitats only to have them creep out in a mass invasion. You should’ve heard the squeals and giggles coming from my little ones as ladybugs crawled all over my arms, legs and hair. We eventually got them settled into their habitats on our desks, but we’re still finding rogue ladybugs around the room.
Just who do you think you are showing up as I wiped grains of sleep from my eyes and stared blearily into the bathroom mirror? At first I thought you were an errant head hair that somehow landed underneath my chin in the middle of the night, but no, when I went to brush you away, you stayed there in all your black, curly horror.
How long have you been sneaking along underneath there, coiling underneath my chin until you reached a full centimeter or two in length? Surely you didn’t grow that much overnight. Just how many days have I unknowingly been The Bearded Lady?
Admittedly, an apology on my part is in order for the profane names I spewed at you as I tried in vain to remove you. In my defense you were a tenacious little sucker, claiming your turf through two tweezing attempts and only finally giving way on my third and final tweezing.
Sadly, Evil Chin Hair, I am well acquainted with unwanted facial hair including an errant head hair that springs out of my right eyebrow. Chin Hair, I am not one to be trifled with. I will bust out the wax and demolish you and any of your unsuspecting cousins who just so happen to be innocently meandering between my chins. So you tell ’em I’m coming and hell’s coming with me!
Sorry, I watched Tombstone the other day and have a tendency to get a little carried away.
The point, Chin Hair, is that I’m standing tiptoe on the edge of 35 and I just can’t be sprouting unwanted patches of hair for at least another ten years. So kindly pack up your follicles and leave at your earliest convenience. Meanwhile, I’ll be stocking up on waxed strips and keeping vigil against your nefarious sneak attacks.