Documentary Dream Team Receive Random Acts and Perform Them

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On the receiving end.

Robin Adams, senior producer
Sunday Feb. 25

At the airport I received a ‘random act’ from Nivlem (Dickens). She manages Juanita’s stores at the airport. She and I became friends on the Tom Joyner cruise last year though we have not seen each other or talked much since then, I still consider her a friend.
Most of all she makes me laugh and laugh when I do see her. As we were leaving, she gave me $200 for no reason. Just out of the blue. I thought she wanted me to ring something back for her but she said, “No. That’s for you.” Thinking about it now still amazes me.
I look forward to where God guides me to deliver her gift of selflessness. And I know she’ll feel that love and light when it happens. I feel honored that she trusted me to deliver her gift.


Beverly Johnson, advisor
Sunday, February 25

When it was time to go through security we said goodbye to our families and friends. When I hugged Ms. Nevlim goodbye, she put something in my hand (money). I tried to explain that I was okay; she refused to take it back and wished me well.>


Linda Jones, writer
Sunday, February 25

I got hit with several random acts of kindness even before leaving the country. It came from my friends Yolanda and Richard Woodlee. And then there was Juanita.
I was due to fly out of Dallas to D.C. on Saturday to D.C. to meet Juanita and the rest of her traveling crew before taking the flight on Sunday to Johannesburg . I languished at the Dallas airport for 12 hours due to a series of cancellations primarily due to the weather. During all the chaos my luggage was lost. Delta claimed that they sent them to the Baltimore airport. The problem was that I was flying into Dulles International Airport in D.C.
On very short notice Richard drove to Baltimore late at night and in bad weather to retreive my luggage. But the luggage was not there despite Delta’s assurances that it would be. On Sunday, hours before we had to leave for Africa , the luggage still could not be found. I was no longer in Dallas where I could go and pack another bag. Even though it was snowing heavily and the roads were bad, my friends Yolanda and Rich took me to Target so I could put together a cheap assortment of clothes and toiletries to last me for the two weeks. My cart was nearly full and I was having some anxiety about purchasing items that I already had but was lost somewhere in Delta land. When I got ready to go to the checkout line I remembered that I needed to purchase some notebooks. I asked Yolanda to watch my cart while I went to get them. When I returned she had gone through the checkout line and paid for every last item in that cart.
My stubborn friend wouldn’t accept my money and rejected my praise.
Juanita, true to her spirit of giving also put together a small bag of clothes for me to wear.

On the giving end.

Derek Whitfield, filmmaker,
Wednesday, March 28, Swaziland

On our way to Swaziland we stopped, I saw a man and I just went over (and) said hello. (I) observed what he was doing, smiled and gave him the change out of my pocket that I had been collecting for the past few days. I take it that it was a lot of money by his reaction; I forget that the coins were not merely quarters, dimes and nickels. They were worth more like five dollars and two dollars (in Swaziland currency), so that handful was a lot.

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