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Blue-eyed Stereotypes Redefined

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Casey

Worcester , MA
United States
Tell Us Your Good Deed: 
I've helped the homeless, I've helped my family with a caregiver bag of food, I have rescued a kitten from a parking lot, I've let my homeless family stay at my place for a good night's rest or a shower or food/dinner, I've helped and take care of my 4 kids by myself that make them happy to my full potential that I can. I have given money or change to a homeless man. So much more I can keep going on.
Why are you participating?: 

Because I want and love the idea of this. I've been bullied and talked down to and I think this is the best thing I've seen so far and it makes me double think myself that I'm better than wut I've been told.

Steve

Hubbardston, MA
United States
Tell Us Your Good Deed: 
I was riding my bike one day and a car crashed about eight yards in front of me almost hitting me when it flipped. After the car stopped moving I helped the man out of his seat of his car and then helped him out of the car. I waited with him until the police arrived. He thanked me and I went on my way.
Why are you participating?: 

My professor told me about the event and I figured it would be a fun thing to do between classes

Livy

Sterling, MA
United States
Tell Us Your Good Deed: 
Every Christmas morning, my family and I help the Salvation Army transport/distribute hot meals to people who are less fortunate. I love it, and it's one of the things I look forward to doing every year.
Why are you participating?: 

I think this campaign is a brilliant way to get everyone to stand up against stereotypes and bullying. Many of us, including myself, at some point have felt rejected/judged, etc.

Brennen

Worcester, MA
United States
Tell Us Your Good Deed: 
The good deed that I did that was the most memorable to me was when I volunteered at St. Francis home in Worcester MA. This was part of my 8th grade year at St. Stephens School. During the time I was up there I became very good friends with this old man named Franky. He use to tell me stories of when he was in the war and from his lifetime. He would ask when I was coming back and he would try to call the school. On the last day there. I asked him if he would come to my graduation. The smile on his face said it all. I miss Franky!

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