In high school, I dreaded stomps. Dancing was never my thing and I always felt silly sitting around. I have a distinct memory of sitting near the entrance of a stomp, hoping to look busy and feeling the usual sense of dread and awkwardness when I was saved by Chelsea. She came and sat next to me for the entire duration of the event talking about anything and everything.
On another occasion, Chelsea showed up at my door one weekend night, unannounced, and took me to her house to play a murder mystery board game with a group of friends that I had never interacted with before. In her amazing way, she made me feel far more popular and more accepted than I actually was and she did it simply out of kindness.
These are two of the many stories which demonstrate part of the reason that Chelsea was so special. Chelsea always made me (and others) feel comfortable, included, and loved. At a time in life when most people look out for themselves, Chelsea did a great job at looking out for others. I'm grateful for the times that I was the recipient of Chelsea's kindness and for the opportunities that I had to observe and to learn from her amazing example.
Greg Lowe
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