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Hurricane Harvey. Leave your LovePrints on it.

Love in Action. Action in love.

Hands and hearts working together.

The worst things bring out the best in the best of us. Those moments shine bright on what we are capable of. They shine bright on the possibilities of what we can be. The potential in who we are.

Sitting in Hurricane Harvey has allowed me to think, observe, and notice. I have witnessed the smallness of us all when compared to the power and glory of Mother Nature. We often forget to stand in witness of the world until the world demands that we do so. We also forget to show how strong and loving we can be. The vastness of our love of one another when absolutely needed. The beauty of our togetherness when we forget to allow petty differences to matter.

I watched the stories of strangers reaching out to strangers in need. I watched friends reach out to long lost friends just to make sure that things were good. I heard stories of people going outside of their comfort zones to insure the safety of those at risk, and I have seen political rhetoric dropped in order to help anyone and everyone in need.

A loveprint is just an act of love. It is a reminder of the love in us, and the love around us. It reminds us the ability to make things better for others, and the desire for them to know that they are never alone. LovePrints is the blanket, the dry clothes, the bottle of water, the meal to the needy, and the hug to say that everything will be alright. LovePrints are the answered calls, the thoughtful text, the donation to help, and the standing in the food line collecting food for those hungry souls who lost their place. LovePrints is the smile of a stranded storm victim when the first responder arrives. It is the arms wrapped around the child who simply can not get to safety without help, or the animal who finds safety away from the comfort of home. It is the sandwich delivered to the fire department, the waving angel telling another to come on in, and it’s the art and action of sharing what you have, even if it isn’t much, with someone who has lost everything.

Leave your loveprints, wherever you are, for whoever needs it, with whatever you have, as much as you can. It is who we are, and what we do. It is the best in us, of us. It is why we are here, and who we are here for.

Love was here before Harvey. It will be here through Harvey. It will be here after Harvey.

We are love. And, loved.

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Friday July 28, 2017 LovePrints! Cover your world in love!

It will be my 55th birthday, and some of you know that the past year has been eventful. Among the personal health scares, family losses, ridiculous blessings, victories, and love, LOVEPRINTS was born and launched. Each day of the past 356 have been a constant and consistent reminder to love more, fear less, and to love out loud. The mission to cover the world, our world, your world, in love, has been a daily task. July 28th will be a day of unified love. And, LovePrints.

 

It does not require that you be anywhere other than where you are. It does not require that you send me a gift.

I simply ask that you love out loud today. One at a time. Each one, loving one.

One action in love. One love in action.

 

You have over two weeks from today to join in and participate.

Here’s how:

If you have some LovePrints apparel, wear it and share it.

If you do not have any, make some, wear it, and share it.

If you want some official bracelets, stickers, shirts, hats, or other, go to the website and buy some, wear it, and share it.

 

You can buy for yourself, your family, your friends, your loved ones, or strangers. Do it. And then share it.

You can choose anyone at all to cover in love. Just share it.

You can use this day to mend scars, build a bridge, resolve a problem, or to make new friends.

You can simply tell someone that you care, and this will be there when you aren’t able to be there.

You can send a smile, offer a hug, or shake hands.

Remember, a LovePrint is a hand and a heart working together.

A hand working without love may not create something good.

A heard with no hands may not accomplish much.

Together, they can accomplish anything.

 

My hope is that we can spend one day caring and sharing. One day of letting people know that they matter, we care, and here is a reminder.

My hope is that we can move closer to the better in us, of us. One act of love at a time. One love in action at a time.

You can do more than once, more than one day, or share as many as possible.

Remember, cover the world in love. 

We deserve it.

 

That would make this the best birthday ever.

DP

Loveprints

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Lets make July 28, 2017 a day of love!

Friday July 28, 2017

 

It will be my 55th birthday, and some of you know that the past year has been eventful. Among the personal health scares, family losses, ridiculous blessings, victories, and love, LOVEPRINTS was born and launched. Each day of the past 356 have been a constant and consistent reminder to love more, fear less, and to love out loud. The mission to cover the world, our world, your world, in love, has been a daily task. July 28th will be a day of unified love. And, LovePrints.

 

It does not require that you be anywhere other than where you are. It does not require that you send me a gift.

I simply ask that you love out loud today. One at a time. Each one, loving one.

One action in love. One love in action.

 

You have over two weeks from today to join in and participate.

Here’s how:

If you have some LovePrints apparel, wear it and share it.

If you do not have any, make some, wear it, and share it.

If you want some official bracelets, stickers, shirts, hats, or other, go to the website and buy some, wear it, and share it.

 

You can buy for yourself, your family, your friends, your loved ones, or strangers. Do it. And then share it.

You can choose anyone at all to cover in love. Just share it.

You can use this day to mend scars, build a bridge, resolve a problem, or to make new friends.

You can simply tell someone that you care, and this will be there when you aren’t able to be there.

You can send a smile, offer a hug, or shake hands.

Remember, a LovePrint is a hand and a heart working together.

A hand working without love may not create something good.

A heard with no hands may not accomplish much.

Together, they can accomplish anything.

 

My hope is that we can spend one day caring and sharing. One day of letting people know that they matter, we care, and here is a reminder.

My hope is that we can move closer to the better in us, of us. One act of love at a time. One love in action at a time.

You can do more than once, more than one day, or share as many as possible.

Remember, cover the world in love. 

We deserve it.

 

That would make this the best birthday ever.

DP

Loveprints

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Coach Will Hawes. Faith and Love in action. LovePrints everywhere.

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Thank you, to all of the Coach Barry “Bear” Laravie’s

Good Sunday afternoon.
Labels. Look beyond them. Look past them. Find the person. Be present.
As a young man, I was a member of the greatest example of a youth organization ever. The Black Knights. Nope, not black as in black people. Team color. The mighty and powerful BLACK & GOLD of the Arlington County Black Knights. What made this organization so great? The people. The amazing people. The loving, inspirational, well meaning, label free people. The coaches were diverse in a time where diverse was not the norm. In the 60’s and 70’s in South Arlington. (Shout out to Lower Arlington !) Imagine in a time of labels and boundaries, this organization managed to cross boundaries, to cross communities, and created an environment where amazing families could coexist and prosper. They loved. It was wonderful. Coaches of every color, every religion, leading players from different schools and backgrounds. These coaches were policemen, teachers, firemen, lawyers, doctors, and more. They were taxis for players without rides, meal buyers, doctors, and psychologists for us kids. Team moms treating all of their sons the same, loving them with care and guidance. All of the sisters of the community standing cheering loud and proud. Every sport was a part of the joy, and every game was a carnival event with energy and fun. You may not have been aware of why it was special, you just knew that it was. These people, no matter where they are now, still smile and glow when the Mighty Knights are mentioned.
I say that to say this. One year, I was late registering to play football. I had resigned that I was not going to play that year. I was approached by a police officer as I played touch football out front of my house. I had not done anything wrong, but I went up to the car to see what I had done. The officer reached out his hand and said “you are pretty fast, why arent you at football practice?” I told him why, and he said that he was a football coach for the Fraternal Order of Police, and he needed some players my age. I was not aware of the FOP, and I had not considered that there was any football outside of the Black & Gold, so I had no idea what to say. He asked my name and number, and said that he would call me. He did. That night. He asked if I knew any other players, and said that he would be there tomorrow to pick me up for weigh in, and we would go from there.
We were the FOP Eagles. A rag tag group of athletes who had somehow fallen through the cracks. Some decent players. A big armed QB, a power runner, some angry linebackers, and myself. We did okay. I think we were .500, which was a testament to our coach. His name was Barry Laravie. Bear. Coach Bear. A mountain of a man, and a local policeman. He had the bark and stature of a giant. Even then he seemed 7 foot tall. But Bear showed up. He picked us all up, he dropped us all off. He bought us cleats and t shirts in case we did not have the money. He bought burgers to practice to make sure that we ate. He gave all of the extra burgers to the last kid he dropped off. That was usually me.
Those rides home were amazing. He did not use his police car. He used his own. He took the risk of being a white man driving through black neighborhoods, often at night. But what made his effort more amazing was the conversations. He and every other coach who chose to drive us black kids home, God Bless them. It wasnt easy or comfortable. But he did it. And he shared. He shared secrets of how tough it was to do the job, how amazing it was to do the job, and how proud he was of doing the job. He also told me who to look out for, and who to stay away from. He pointed out good people and bad. He also pointed out good policemen and bad. He warned me about staying out of certain areas, to stay away from certain signs that I would not be safe or welcomed. But what he showed me most, was love. He cared. I remember asking why he did it, and his answer was “…because you let me. You didnt have to talk to me or come play for me, but you did. I appreciated it so much because once you were on board, it was easier to get other players.” He asked why I said yes, and the answer was that white officers do not normally pull up and smile at us, so it felt safe. He smiled. I smiled.
I say this now, and to be clear, I owe a lot to Coach Bear. I owe a lot to his band of police brothers who took care of us. I owe them for giving me info on survival, and on care.
He and I both could have labelled the other and lost out. We managed to say yes. It worked out. He and I both fully understood that this was not always the intent, purpose, circumstances, or outcome of such meetings between police and black males. But for this one fork in the road in time, it worked. For all of the times that it didnt, I am glad that it did.
Thank you Coach Bear. Thank you for all of the other Coach Bear’s in the world.
The power of a good officer of the law is known. The power of the other is as well.
Be a Coach Bear wont you?
And by the way… Go Black Knights Go FOP Eagles!
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Loveprints Scholarship announcement!

Osbourn High School in Manassas, Virginia announced on May 17, 2017  The Derrick Pearson Scholarship, to the minority senior who best displays how they currently or will apply the qualities of leadership and spread a positive image in society. As the founder of LovePrints, this is an honor beyond wishes. As the person who has been deemed worthy of a scholarship in their name, I am humbled.

What I would like to do is expand on this idea. I would like to announce that LovePrints would like to create another scholarship (or a few) at different schools around the country, with the same ideals of leadership, positive impact on school, church, and/or community, and a desire to make an positive impact on those around them.

Cover your World in Love

LovePrints will direct proceeds of all merchandise sales from www.loveprints.us, from today until June 30, 2017. There are several items to choose from, and it will allow additional students and schools to get assistance with their college education.

Each item will also help in covering our communities in LovePrints, with a reminder of the good we can do when our hearts and hands work together.

https://estore.acreativeresource.com/loveprintsstore/default.aspx?p=viewcat&showpage=2

If you want to simply donate to the scholarship without purchasing any items, please let me know directly at coachdp@loveprints.us.

 

Thank you Osbourn High School, and M. Magerkorth, for your kindness, consideration, and LovePrints.

Love in action. Action in love.

Cover the world in love.

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LovePrints. A Mother’s Day thank you for covering the world in love.

It is Mother’s Day 2017. I lost my mother recently, and there is not one day that passes where I do not talk to her, feel her, miss her, and love her. That is the essence of LovePrints. To cover our world in so much love that nothing else can stick. To cover those we love in so much love that we then cover all that we come in contact with in that love. Love in action. Action in love. That is our LovePrint.

Love out Loud

As parents, we mission to boundary our young people in the most love possible. I talk about teachers, mentors, idols, coaches, and others. It is mothers who do the real work. The real heavy lifting when it comes to love and how it is known. What love feels like, what it sounds like, what it can do to heal, and what it can do to lift. A mom’s love is the great elevator, the great lifter, the great carrier, and the great support. A mother lays the foundation for what the picture of love is in our minds, hearts, and spirit.
As we enter into the world, we take with us the strength provided in a mothers love, and we stand in the depth of character a mother has shown. We act in the love of her example, and we live in the idea of honoring the love we were blessed in. We know from example what the purpose of love is, and we have seen up close what unconditional love feels like. A mother and her LovePrint is more powerful than fear, hate, and doubt. It is the light, and it shines any road we journey on. That is the power of a mother’s love.
I salute you, mothers all. No matter mother in blood, heart, or spirit. No matter if you mother your own, mine, or ours. No matter if you are the loudest fan in the stands, the first in line to bring drinks and fruit, the last one home after driving home all of the kids of your sister moms who had to work, or if you cook extra meals just in case someone needs it, thank you.
I salute you if you if you tuck in, iron out, fold up, kiss it better, tell the story, hug it out, clean it up, truth tell, or make it all fine, thank you.
I salute you if you wake us up, text without boundary, call without reason, cry with joy, shout out accolades, or simply smile and nod, thank you.
I salute you if you cook for one, two, six, or 50. If you buy enough for yours, mine, or some you never knew just in case, thank you.
I salute you if you stood in the doorway as someone else walked home alone, or waited in the doorway to make sure of an arrival, thank you.
I salute you if you sent cash even if there was no request, or when it was dire need, thank you.
I salute you if you made clothes, washed them, bought them, or shared them with those more in need than your own, thank you.
I salute you if you told someone else’s the truth, set them straight, stopped them when going astray, or smiled when needed, thank you.
A LovePrint is the constant loving out loud. it is the constant love in action. It is the constant action in love.
A LovePrint is the constant desire and choice to cover your world in love.
One day is not enough to love you out loud.
Thank you for covering us all in love.
Thank you, mother’s all.
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LovePrints Robert Smith-A life of LovePrints

Loveprints should begin at home, and in my case, it was wearing a huge smile and running shoes. Robert Smith was larger than life to me, in his ability to bring the world into our house, and to hold our hand while leading us into the world. I remember watching him refuse to have his Black Knights football jersey cut off when they tried to treat the broken collarbone he injured in a game. I thought, THAT is awesome! I remember seeing him with free weights in the back yard, and asking why it made him faster. (It made him STRONGER, which made him faster). I recognized early that he was a student, AND an athlete, and that the two should be working together. And, he made being moved in service cool. I wanted to know more about Christ, service, and purpose.

He would travel to races and come home with t shirts from wherever he went. I began to search those places out and wonder if I would ever go there. What would it take to walk in his footsteps? What has he seen and done while he was there? What will it take for me to do the things that he has done? He was photographed, interviewed, and followed. And yes, he was popular.

 

He was an amazing athlete. Olympic Trials in sprinting, College All American. Program changer. He went on to become a community leader, a husband, father, and favorite son. He is a leader of spirits, a calming presence, and the glue that keeps his family and others together. He simply is love walking, talking, and in action.

What he did was show me the road out of our neighborhood. He showed me how academics were important, and he showed me that I could see the world because he had. He made me dream of bigger things, be curious about life, and to be decent while pursuing those things. He taught me to be a better brother, son, and man. His LovePrints are all over me and mine. I had to share him with you all. He is too amazing to keep to myself. I hope that you had a hero in your house. I sure am thankful for him. Love in action. Action in love.

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LovePrints – Arlington County and The Black Knights

The Mighty Black and Gold! The Black Knights of Arlington, Virginia. A mix of everything and everyone in South Arlington. Black, white, brown, yellow, and every color that exists. All under one black and gold umbrella. If you grew up in Arlington back in the day, you recognized the colors black and gold, and you knew that whoever was wearing them was connected to anyone else that wore them past or present. You might ask their last name to find out what family, just so you could send home a hug or a smile to someone or everyone in that family. You knew their siblings, you knew their neighborhood, and you knew their friends. They knew you. You were a Black Knight.

The Black Knights were about sports, but so much more. The Knights were about each other, and everyone else. They were about the neighborhoods that represented them, and that the Black Knights represented. They were about the families that trusted them with their kids and their well being. They were about standard. The Mighty Black Knights.

 

They were a fence post in the community. They were a meeting place, a boundary setter, a standard carrier, and they were home. You knew that you could see everyone on any given practice night or game day, and that you could check in and know what was going on while you were away within minutes. You knew who had parents that worked late, who had a big station wagon, who had the best family meals, and who had the best back yard for after practice get togethers. Any parent was everyone’s parent. Any child was everyone’s child. And oh what a wonderful family it was.

The last names were calling cards, business cards, and most definitely, id cards. We all knew the names that led us, coached us, taught us, and loved us. (And pardon me know if I miss a name or family, I would be here all night if I listed everyone. Plus, I am old and my memory is leaking!). You knew the names. They were on the call list (pre email, text, and cell phones). They were on the address list so that parents knew where to drop off those ride-less kids. They needed the home phone numbers because some dear sweet soul would have to call the entire roster if there were practice, game, weather, or game treat updates.

The Kayes. Hunter. Terrell. Glascock. Saunder. Holland. Reid. Blackwell. Goodwin. McKinney. Fox. Ney. Naylor. Taylor. Morris. Peyton. Hunt. Cook. Woody. Hutchinson. Blake. Etal. (Told you, I would forget some. Feel free to add to the list!) These were just some of the names that rang out and stood out in the Black Knights family. These were the folks that followed you home, popped in at school, drove through the neighborhood, and hugged you. That is who the Black Knights were. They were extended family who you grew up with and left a LovePrint on us ALL.

It was football with its coronation from white pants to gold, meaning you had grown up enough to wear the awesome gold game pants, to the spray painting of the black helmets on Friday night so that they were gorgeous and shiny for Saturdays game. It was THE THING. It was Saturday’s at Bluemont Park, TJ, and Yorktown. ALL DAY! Watching each weight class, seeing everyone, following the amazing Black Knight cheerleaders as they SHOWED OUT EVERY WEEK! (Sorry Bearcats cheerleaders, but..). From the team tents with great food and BL gear, to seeing each of Arlington’s team roll through.

It was basketball and its twice a week stops at Swanson. Sitting in the stands and watching the older legends play, catching up with the other teams, and saying high to your friends that played on other squads. (Smaller squad size moved a lot of Knights to other sponsors in basketball season).

Baseball and Softball was amazing. Weeknights and Saturdays at Barcroft, and again, ALL DAY. Every age group, every level, and chasing foul balls and returning them for sno-cones during the day. The Black Knights were an all year family, no matter the sport, season, or reason, you were covered in Black Knights family love forever. And the other teams that partnered up with the Black Knights in South and Central Arlington (Fairlington Mustangs, Red Top Cab, Bauer Studios, Arlington Trust, Real Title, Arlington Cubs, etc), all made for young people who felt like they belonged, mattered, and were connected to something amazing. And they were right.

Decades later, if you want to know what the impact of the Black Knights was, simply ask someone, anyone, who was a part of the family. You can even ask the Hawks, Cubs, Bearcats, Optimist, and anyone who grew up in Arlington. They will smile with love. That is what the Black Knights were about. Love.

 

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Would you go 6K miles for a LovePrint? – Grab a box of Kleenex and follow the love in this dog journey

You can't tell who is getting more love from this story, the dog or the humans.

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