One Life Can

Your Life Matters and Touches Other Lives

One life can change the world. A simple act of kindness can impact another person's life in ways you may not ever fully appreciate. Be inspired by the stories other people like you have shared. Enter your Facebook user name, Twitter handle, or email address in the search bar to see if anyone has left a story about a way you have impacted their life. Or share your own inspirational story of how someone else made a positive impact in your life.



All That Is Good

You ever meet someone who was so pure and good that the idea of them ever having any malice in their heart or doing anything other than what is right is unfathomable? Someone who gives you faith and hope that the vast majority in this world mean well and have good intentions? For me, that’s my brother, JM.

I met JM during an ice breaker exercise in college. It was a casual introduction but JM so intently listened to my stories that I was amazed that someone could be so genuinely interested in some stranger’s story. The next time I ran into him he was warm and friendly, as if we had already known each other for many, many years.

Honestly, I don’t quite remember how we came to spend more time hanging out together. That’s the way it is with JM. He has such an open heart that you feel like he’s been a lifelong friend after having just met him.

In the years that followed, JM has always been my moral compass. I think of him when I have to make a difficult decision and remind myself to do the right thing despite whether that was to my advantage or not. It’s because I know that’s what JM would do. The way he cares for his family is an inspiration to me and I am so thankful that no matter what may be going on in my own personal life, he will be there with his family as a symbol of what enduring love can be.

Fostering a Stranger

Ah, PJ. Probably the brother I can be the silliest with. No, seriously. We can be quite juvenile with our shenanigans. We’ve had pranks involving birthday cakes, salt water ice cubes and haunted barns. We became friends first because of the school plays. Then there were the late nights playing billiards and hitting up Denny’s afterwards.

PJ and his family took in a strange, brown island kid in his Senior year so that he didn’t have to move yet again mid-year during his all-important final year of high school. They welcomed me into their home as one of their own and I couldn’t have asked for greater extended brothers and parents.

What most struck me about all this was that while PJ and I were good friends at that time, this selfless act of kindness far exceeded anything those early bonds of friendship could have expected. It couldn’t have been easy, having another body in the house, snatching crumbs from two hard-working parents. They did this without hesitation and with no less love than they would have for one of their own sons. I spend my life thinking and working for the day that I can even come close to repaying them for their love and sacrifice.

In the years since, visiting PJ and the family has always been like going home to sanctuary, safe and warm. Despite the years and distance, we always fall back in as if no time or space has passed. PJ and his family have taught me that relatives are who we are given but family is who we choose.

You Want Some Grapes?

I am a Kuya. That translates to older brother but its meaning goes far deeper than that. It carries with it duty, obligation and a responsibility to family. It is the most fulfilling part of my life but it can also be the most demanding. JP was the first person who I could finally look up to as my Kuya. Someone I could learn from and view as a role model.

The story of how we met is the second one I have surrounding fruit (it’s also how I met my bro JL). I had just transferred to the Philippines. This was after Mt. Pinatubo had erupted. Those friends and classmates who were already there had only grown stronger bonds after such an ordeal. And here I was the new kid–a common experience for military dependents.

I had gone through a full morning of classes and not a single student had said hello or welcomed me. That is not a normal experience as we military brats tend to stick together. So I chalked it up to recent events. So there I was, lonely new kid sitting by himself at lunch. Here comes JP, a Senior, and his first words of welcome to a new Junior were: “You want some grapes? Come on, they’re really good.” What is it with my friends and fruit? Such a casual offer but it made my day.

Little did I know that JP would become the second brother in my life. And a Kuya, no less. Those were difficult years for me, especially knowing that I’d be transferring in less than a year with the bases closing and facing a Senior year Stateside as the new kid. Through it all, JP, held me up. Many, many long nights of brotherly conversation, of encouragement. In the following years, I haven’t needed my Kuya as much but I always take comfort in knowing he’s there if I ever do.

Incite the Makers of Movements

Incite the Makers of Movements

Incite the makers of movements.

There it was. Five words had brought into focus what it was that had driven the past 20 years of fighting to change the way we inspire and challenge our children to learn. Quotationals co-founder, William Beshears, and I had started our 5-day retreat with thoughts of expanding Quotationals into a larger network of disruptive education programs. We wanted to change the way students, parents, teachers and administrators approach learning.

We’ve had tutoring programs, alternative curricula and our most recent pride and joy, Quotationals. Now we were gearing up for work with poetry, creative writing and photography. We’ve done a lot of great work. Thousands of students enriched. But even if we were able to connect with other inspired educators and their own amazing programs it didn’t seem like it was ever going to be enough. Because the movement couldn’t quite catch the momentum it needed to overcome the constant disappointments, the battles with bureaucracy and ineptitude…not without finding a way to continuously fuel the fire.

The movement. We kept coming back to those words.

We made a deliberate and deep commitment to examine our purpose, the core values that had remained the constant for us over the years. After all, why did we want to change education? Because we wanted our students to get good grades? To get into college? To get better jobs? No. The reason we wanted to change education is because we wanted the students to emerge best prepared to contribute to our world as free, creative thinkers with purpose. We wanted to invest in the minds that had yet to be shackled by the limitations our adulthood binds to us. We wanted to help those who would take up the cause, to start and drive the movements.

The makers of movements.

So our greatest contribution would be to help prepare these makers of movements. To help inspire their hearts, prepare their minds, and empower their actions. To spark the fire.

To incite.

We love that. That phrase frightens most folks because often it brings disruption. It’s a call to action for impassioned individuals, for those individuals to unite to challenge the status quo.

Incite the makers of movements.

These five words will be the North Star that guides our efforts in disruptive education, our mission. Our philosophy will be grounded on the core belief that:

The assumption of truth carries with it an obligation to question.

The path of a maker of movements can be a lonely one. The obstacles can seem insurmountable. Your conviction, commitment and devotion will be tested constantly. When that strength falters, it will be the people that rally around you that carries you through. Though the journey may begin with a single step a movement, by definition, requires more than one. The behaviors that guide our mission will serve to inspire and unite:

Part ways leaving others feeling enriched.
Create pivotal moments of change.
Punctuate progress with deliberate moments of meaningful celebration.

There is one more important element that Will and I deeply believe in:

Ritual immortalizes culture.

This is the reason why Will and I begin each thoughtful discussion with a tea ceremony. It serves to focus our minds and intent on the topic at hand. It is a ritual that can be shared and passed on to others. It is a powerful talisman to draw strength from. Long after we have been forgotten, rituals remain to connect generations.

I am sure this is just the first of many important retreats we’ll take to further define and hone our endeavor. The wording will most certainly change. The belief and commitment will not. I feel as deeply committed as ever to contribute what I can to our young people, that they might yet do the things I cannot.

The weekend retreat and approach was enlightening and empowering. To read more on that, visit: The Importance of Deliberate Discussion of Purpose and Culture.

The Importance of Deliberate Discussion of Purpose and Culture

The Importance of Deliberate Discussion of Purpose and Culture

Recently, Quotationals co-founder, William Beshears, and I took a retreat in a mountain cabin to unplug and reflect on our purpose for driving disruptive education. You can read more on the outcome from that retreat at: Incite the Makers of Movements, but I thought that the experience we had was important to share to perhaps inspire someone else pondering a difficult task.

EDU Retreat 2012 Winter

EDU Retreat 2012 Winter

Ahead of the retreat, we had put together this agenda:

EDU Retreat 2012 Winter

Read more about each section by clicking a link above.

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