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many thanks


my aunt fran, who we always called sis, spent every day making life better for people. she was an accomplished professor who left the world of higher education to assist  people who may not have been able to receive a higher education without her help, generosity and kindness.  she taught children in the public school system in downtown newark, nj and made lives better for all ‘her’ children. because of her efforts helping kids understand that they mattered, assisting them to learn and sharing her light, there are adults today that have risen out of poverty, gone on to college, and made a better life for themselves –  a legacy we should all want leave behind.

sis left this world way too early yet was able to do what may take others many lifetimes to accomplish. she spent her spare time doing things like volunteering for habitats for humanity and helping the poor and underprivileged throughout the world in many ways. it’s hard to believe it’s been seven years without her yet good to know her legacy will live forever.

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thanks for all you’ve done here, sis – and a big shout out of gratitude to all the people who helped her along the way.

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The best way to find yourself is to lose yourself in the service of others.
 ~ Mahatma Gandhi 

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how low can you go?


in a pathetic attempt to get his ex-wife angry, this man gave his child’s dog away. a very good plan.  it sure did work.  and now their 16 year old daughter is paying for it with her tears.  please show support for katie jones by reading this child’s plea and leave  loving comments on her “missing molly” blog. thanks for your kindness and for helping a wonderful child know that there is way more good than bad in this world.

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Wherever there is a human in need, there is an opportunity for kindness and to make a difference.

 ~ Kevin Heath

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change making!


yesterday, on my usual rounds, i stopped by a rally on east 47th street in dag hammarskjold plaza that blew me away.  the leader of the rally was a self described 16 year old “change maker” named mariely garcia.  trust me, this will not be the last time you read about mariely (. . .  just remember, you heard it here first!)  this is mariely (on right) with another amazing young change maker:

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imagine a 16 year old who has already created a mission for not only herself – but for the world!  mariely is the founder of a campaign called perfectly made with a mission to change reality; to change the definition of the word perfect; to fill the world with love and convince young people of their value.  In her words,

Perfectly Made is a campaign to redefine the word perfect and ignite the flame of self-love and self-worth in young people all across the nation. To be perfect is to be who you are, love who you are, and embrace the perfection in everyone around you. By radically transforming how people think of perfection, we confront issues around self-esteem, bullying, and suicide with a root solution: the understanding that we are all Perfectly Made and must treat others as such. Through social media, videos, daily emails, and events of all sizes, we are sparking an inner transformation in students that ultimately translates into a world where acceptance, love, confidence, courage, oneness, inspiration and vulnerability thrive and are fully embraced.

yesterday’s rally was the launch of a national movement of students transforming themselves and their schools according to the new definition of perfect.  mariely has assembled a dream team & together they’re making it happen.
– she’s 16!!

i’ll walk you through the rally. upon arrival, people were invited to share in mariely’s dream by registering to help.  the next step was to stop by one of many full length mirrors to admire your own perfection. attendees were invited to share their thoughts using supplied crayons and writing on a very long runway of white paper which was laid down nearly the length of the plaza.

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young people were invited to express themselves through dance,

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poetry,

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and song.

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these peeps had talent – they kind you would definitely have paid for. . .  wow!

at an age where many kids have doubts about themselves an often not enough support or experience to navigate the turbulence, marliely and her team provide love and support.

please watch this video,  “like” it,  share it and spread the word.  make it your random act of kindness for today.

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mariely garcia for president!

want to see what a real earth angel looks like?


this is chris:

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now read what he’s done for my family – and just try not to cry!

Hollister Construction Gives Westfield Girl, 9, a Lift

Sara Cagnassola, born with cerebral palsy, had an elevator installed in the Westfield home her great grandfather built.

By Elizabeth Alterman,  Westfield Patch

A conversation with a former college friend led to a dream-come-true experience for the Cagnassola family of Westfield.

Thomas Cagnassola, 44, explained that he ran into his friend and former fraternity brother Chris Johnson at a New Year’s Eve party four years ago. Knowing that Johnson was in the construction field, Cagnossola casually asked his advice on having an elevator installed in the English Tudor he shares with his wife and children.

Johnson, founder and chief executive officer of the Parsippany-based Hollister Construction Services, said while he had noticed that Thomas was often carrying his daughter Sara, then 5, he didn’t understand why his friend would want to undertake such a massive project.

Cagnassola explained that as much as he and his family wanted to remain in their home, built in 1932 by his grandfather, it was becoming increasingly difficult for his young daughter Sara, born with cerebral palsy, to navigate.

“When Chris said he’d like to help, I knew he was sincere but what I didn’t expect was that he not only picked up the ball and ran it though the end zone, but he kept going through the band and out the back door,” said Cagnassola.

Establishing the charitable foundation Strides for Sara in 2009, Johnson made it his mission to first find Sara a wheelchair which would allow her to remain in the Westfield School District. Without the chair, Johnson explained, Sara would have to be bussed nearly 45 minutes away to the Mountain Lakes School District.

While hosting a golf outing for Strides for Sara, Johnson mentioned the need to a colleague who serves with him at the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society.

“He said, ‘We just bought a brand new wheelchair for my mother but she passed away. It’s never been used,'” said Johnson.

“Next thing we knew a Hollister truck pulled up and dropped off the wheelchair,” said Cagnassola.

Once he’d secured the chair, Johnson said he was “off and running.” Each year, Strides for Sara has been hosting a fundraising event with the long-term goal of installing an elevator inside the Cagnassolas’ three-level home.

This March that dream became a reality. After working with an architect and finding contractors and subcontractors who were willing to donate their time to this labor of love, the three-and-a-half story addition was complete.

Johnson explained that the project, which took a little more than five months to build, began with a ramp at the mud room level. Cagnassola said this ramp, which allows Sara the independence to go outdoors and visit with friends in the neighborhood without having to ask her mom for help, is just one of the examples of the ways the team took all of Sara’s needs into consideration.

Johnson said the kitchen and bathroom areas are now ADA-complaint. In addition, an electrician has outfitted the home so that through an iPad, Sara is able to adjust light and heat settings as well as see who is at the front door.

“Sara is the fifth generation of our family to live in Westfield. My dad and grandfather are both Westfield High School graduates. This house means a lot to us. If it weren’t for Chris and the Hollister Foundation we would have had to move to a ranch, I’m sure,” said Cagnassola, who added that it was thrilling to watch the project come to life. “This is a fairy tale for any family with special needs. It’s like something right out of one of those television shows.”

Through his company’s charity, The Hollister Foundation, Johnson has raised more than $500,000 to promote awareness for organizations that foster children’s advancement through education and healthy initiatives. The organization supports a range of charities including Strides for Sara, United Way, Community Food Bank of New Jersey, Hugs from Home, and The Center for Autism.

Additionally, Johnson is a supporter of the Ryan Wolf Kossar Foundation, the CJ Foundation for SIDS, the Development School for Youth, the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society, Family Services of Morris County and Fairleigh Dickinson University, according to Hollister’s website.

Sara’s First Ride

Once the installation was complete, Sara reserved her first ride for the man who made it all possible–Johnson. The entire Hollister team, along with the subcontractors who donated their time and talent to the project, were at the Cagnassolas’ home for the inaugural ride.

“It took four years of grit, determination and, most of all, love for Sara to see this project through, from getting permits and approvals, to raising donations and holding fund-raising events, to completing the construction work,” said Johnson. “All that effort came together when we saw the big smile on Sara’s face as she took her first ride on her elevator. It was a wonderful moment that reminded us of why we are committed as a company to building stronger communities by doing what we can to help those in need.”

Johnson said intially he had been thinking only about how the elevator would improve life for Sara but after taking their first ride together, Sara’s reaction made him realize the full impact this gift would have on the Cagnassola family.

“She said, ‘Now my mommy doesn’t have to carry me – it will help Mommy,'” recalled Johnson. “It was pretty moving.”

“There wasn’t a dry eye in the place,” added Andrew Goetting, Hollister’s Business Development Manager.

Johnson said he was motivated to help his friend’s family because he always believed Sara should be offered the same opportunities his own children have.

“It’s important to give back,” said Johnson, a 2011 finalist in the Corporate Citizen of the Year category of the 2011 NJBIZ Business of the Year awards program. “But the actual gift was to us. After we finished, you felt good, like you could run through brick walls.”

Cagnassola said he can’t thank Johnson and his team of contractors, electricians and plumbers enough. “You’ve not only transformed my home but also my daughter’s abilities,” he said.

For more information about Hollister Construction Services, visit the company’s website 

sara chris johnson strides (5)to the team of hollister construction – thank you, thank you, thank you!!

sara chris johnson strides (4)pushing the button – getting ready for take-off!

sara chris johnson strides (3) mommy & sara

sara chris johnson strides (2)mission accomplished!

sara chris johnson strides (1) sara & hollister superheros!

sara chris johnson strides (6) happy family with grandma & grandpa

may god continue to bless you forever and ever,
chris johnson!

Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.
~ Lao Tzu 

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When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte , Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value. 

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, they found this poem. Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital. One nurse took her copy to Missouri . 

The old man’s sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Assoc. for Mental Health. A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. 

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this ‘anonymous’ poem winging across the Internet. 

Crabby Old Man 

What do you see nurses? . . . . . What do you see? 
What are you thinking . . . . . when you’re looking at me? 
A crabby old man . . . . . not very wise, 
Uncertain of habit . . . . . with faraway eyes? 

Who dribbles his food . . . . . and makes no reply. 
When you say in a loud voice . . . . . ‘I do wish you’d try!’ 
Who seems not to notice . . . . . the things that you do. 
And forever is losing . . . . . A sock or shoe? 

Who, resisting or not . . . . . lets you do as you will, 
With bathing and feeding . . . . . The long day to fill? 
Is that what you’re thinking? . . . . . Is that what you see? 
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . . you’re not looking at me. 

I’ll tell you who I am. . . . . . As I sit here so still, 
As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will. 
I’m a small child of Ten . . . . . with a father and mother, 
Brothers and sisters . . . . . who love one another. 

A young boy of Sixteen . . . . with wings on his feet. 
Dreaming that soon now . . . . . a lover he’ll meet. 
A groom soon at Twenty . . . . . my heart gives a leap. 
Remembering, the vows . . . . . that I promised to keep. 

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . I have young of my own. 
Who need me to guide . . . . . And a secure happy home. 
A man of Thirty . . . . . My young now grown fast, 
Bound to each other . . . . . With ties that should last. 

At Forty, my young sons . . . . . have grown and are gone, 
But my woman’s beside me . . . . . to see I don’t mourn. 
At Fifty, once more, babies play ’round my knee, 
Again, we know children . . . . . My loved one and me. 

Dark days are upon me . . . . . my wife is now dead. 
I look at the future . . . . . shudder with dread. 
For my young are all rearing . . . . . young of their own. 
And I think of the years . . . . . and the love that I’ve known. 

I’m now an old man . . . . . and nature is cruel. 
‘Tis jest to make old age . . . . . look like a fool. 
The body, it crumbles . . . . . grace and vigor, depart. 
There is now a stone . . . . where I once had a heart. 

But inside this old carcass . . . . . a young guy still dwells, 
And now and again . . . . . my battered heart swells. 
I remember the joys . . . . . I remember the pain. 
And I’m loving and living . . . . . life over again. 

I think of the years, all too few . . . . . gone too fast. 
And accept the stark fact . . . . that nothing can last. 
So open your eyes, people . . . . . open and see. 
Not a crabby old man . . . Look closer . . . see ME!! 

“I am not afraid of aging, but more afraid of people’s reactions to my aging.”
 ~ Barbara Hershey
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