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.
riding up the hill home in a higher gear than usual. Magnolia True and I are having the best time.
riding The Rocket during the Super Bowl. We had a lovely time together riding on a practically empty trail
Cheerios and bananas for breakfast
a fresh haircut
lunch with my mom
the sound of rain on the roof
days when the rain holds off until after recess
my new bicycle scarf. It’s ridiculously soft and perfect for cold morning bike rides to school. Wow, your scarf jealousy is palpable.
my new bicycle skirt. Are you sitting down? Your mind is about to be blown by this adorable skirt. It’s breezy and thin, perfect for wearing with tights.
the sound of children playing at my neighborhood park
grilled cheese and pickle sandwiches
Heavy Metal Monday spin class
the blooper reel of my nephew learning to ride his bike. I love the videos of him riding successfully, but I love the faceplant videos just as much. Okay, maybe more.
the first rose on the rosebush by my front door
floating bicycle photos by Zhao Huasen. They are so delightfully whimsical. Here’s my favorite. It makes me giggle each time I look at it. Click the photo below to see the entire collection. They’re guaranteed to make you grin.
My little brother, Pete, is one of my favorite people on the planet. He can (and will) talk to anyone. He laughs easily. He’s a great dad. And he rides bikes.
Here we are riding Pete’s first century in honor of our grandmother. This is the only time on the ride I was ahead of Pete.
Photo courtesy of chrisflentye.com
Pete is five years my junior. I remember reading bedtime stories to him. I remember walking him to kindergarten. I remember tickling and teasing him mercilessly, per Big Sister Code. I also remember holding the back of his bike seat while he learned to ride a bike without training wheels.
Last Monday, Pete’s five-year-old son learned to ride his bike without training wheels. Pete and his wife, Lisa, sent me videos and pictures all morning long of my nephew’s progress. I was one proud auntie watching my teensy nephew pedal his brains out.
I watched those videos at least ten times that day. Each time I was a sniffling, blubbering, crying mess. I’m proud of my nephew and his first two-wheeled adventure, but the tears sprang up from the fierce pride I have in my brother for being the kind of dad who plays with his sons, the kind of dad who spends his days off teaching them to ride bikes.
In the last video Pete gave his son a push start, let him go and then jogged beside him as his son pedaled down the road. There’s a moment when my nephew looks up at my brother to make sure he’s still there. My brother tells him, “Keep goin’! Keep goin’!”
Time is a brief and beautiful blossom and as I watched my brother and my nephew, I knew down deep in the chambers of my heart that my little brother will never be completely ready to let his son go.
In that moment I also knew that as my nephew grows into a man and faces the joys and hardships of life, he’ll always have his dad beside him encouraging him to keep going.
What a wonderful place this world would be if we all had someone to help us take our training wheels off, to hold us steady and then to propel us forward, covered in words of encouragement.
What a wonderful place the world would be if we all decided to be that person.