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Shining Like a Gladiator
Tomorrow I will tell you more about why we think Brooke shines as bright as she does. But, for today you'll have to settle for a short summary of a Shineworks project we presented to her earlier this year.
This monthly program, for those who don't know, permits House of Shine staff members to encourage people in our corner of the world who shine. We target people who have aptly figured out how to make their corner of the world a better place by using their unique combination of talents and gifts.
Brooke is unquestionably one of those people. She wakes up at crazy hours of the morning to help people all over the North Texas area build confidence by building muscles and stamina. She is a Camp Gladiator instructor, powered by enthusiasm and energy the likes of which you have never seen.
The way we encourage our monthly recipient is by repurposing an everyday household item in such a way it can be presented as a gift.
This particular month the item was empty cat food cans. Not one. More than 1,000. Each one punctured with five holes and then hot glued with a votive candle sitting in the base.
The real fun came, though, on the cold February morning at 4:00 a.m. when I, along with loyal friends and (cornered) family members headed to the outdoor parking lot where Brooke and her fellow fitness Gladiators would soon convene. We divided and conquered – some of us arranging our makeshift luminaries while the rest of us were fast and furiously flicking Bics to assure each candle wick got lit.
Our picture doesn't do justice to the scene that followed. By 4:45 the parking lot was aglow with almost a thousand candles and we – Team Shineworks – were hidden in our cars with the heat blowing full blast. Finally.
Almost exactly on cue Brooke drove up in her car and slowed down long enough to realize this grand gesture was for her. She leapt up on the hood of her car (as only a Gladiator could) and let out a big scream. Then she snapped pictures, until finally we couldn't take it a minute longer and we all jumped out of our cars to celebrate along with her.
Months later the repurposed cat foot cans are long gone and the candles have been extinguished, but one thing is for sure…
Brooke is shining bright as ever!