
I was once told in a cheesy leadership motivational speech that first impressions truly define the individual. I always found it difficult to believe that humans have the super power to evaluate the internal depths of an individual merely on face value. I’ve never been phenomenal at poker, but I know my p-p-p-poker face certainly does not reveal my life story, beliefs, or morals. Somehow we still expect that a full life assessment can be made based on a fashion label or in the case of blogging, a font style. With that said, I am BJ, I hope my font doesn’t offend you.
I have decided to swing into the blogosphere not just for the red solo cup party, but also to introduce an important intrinsic lifestyle that we often disregard. A lifestyle that tells that motivational speaker to consider retiring with his superficial lies, but most of all, a lifestyle of change, hope, and empowerment. My adventures in community organizing have made me realize, despite differing life styles, views, and culture we all share a common goal. Humanity.
I am not a terribly religious person, but in Mid-October I had to privilege listen to the Orthodox Christian Archbishop speak in Portland, ME. The fliers had insisted that he was “the last great thinker of a generation” and typical campaign attempts to push turn outs. Archbishop Lazar Puhalo exceeded the standard that we pitched to the press. Puhalo emphasized the importance of compassion in everyday action. The Archbishop summarized, into one word, why I fight. I fight because of compassion. A simple apple dictionary search labels compassion briefly:

To me compassion goes well beyond this. Compassion isn’t a word that should be defined briefly, but rather a world that ought to be expressed with action. God knows when compassion is paired with hope amazing things happen, including a successful run for presidency. So here is my project, my mission towards becoming more compassionate, I give you The Hope Peddler.