I think back from time to time about the lessons I have learned in my adult life. I have worked with a great number of truly wise individuals who have imparted truths to me. Carlos taught me to never own more than you can pack in the back of your pickup. Seashore taught me that it is better to annoy the hell out of work than to let work annoy the hell out of you. Tim, though…Tim taught me dignity. When faced with the fact that the employer in question did not value him, he quietly finished his time with perfection and left with his head held high. Tim also taught me about the Orphan Holiday.
The Orphan Holiday is something Tim does because one of his old coworkers did it for him…that is, on Thanksgiving, Tim invites his coworkers with no families around to his home and shares his family’s Thanksgiving with them. I Had never had pumpkin pie before and I think I wouldn’t like any other as much as I enjoyed the slice I had there because of the love and compassion that existed in his home. I have vowed that if I ever own a home, I will contribute my part to this tradition. Dave Kenny taught me another lesson.
On my last night working with him, Dave bought my dinner. It was the first time someone from my pool of work friends had done such a thing and it touched me enough that I try to do it whenever one of my work friends leave. Tonight I did it for Dave Yontz. He is an outstanding guy and I am excited about his new start on the left coast with his girlfriend. I have no idea why, but I have a strong feeling that they have a shot at making it out there. I think just getting up the gumption to go is half the battle and they have done that.
Thanks Carlos, Dave, Tim and all the other people who have shaped who I am and good luck Dave Yontz!
He paces down the street. He doesn’t understand what he is seeing. It’s cold out and the ends of his brown jacket slap against his knees as he rubs his eyes with the balls of his hands.
Why is this happening, he wonders. I finally had everything pulled together and now this! Things always happen, a voice responds, no matter what you have planned.
He pulls his hands from his eyes and looks out. As the patterns fade from his vision, everything appears to have returned to normal. I’m ok, he thinks. The voice cautions him, though. Things always happen, it says, and there isn’t anything you can do about it.
A single step forward, then another. He is walking and everything is fine, he tells the voice, I was imagining it, that’s all.
As he walks away, the imps laugh. They climb down from the garbage cans where they hid and follow him, knowing that his denial is exactly what he needs.
I wonder why there are so few places to get content from in the middle of the night. Sure, there are 24 hour news channels, but let’s be honest here: they suck, to put it politely. What I would like is a place where there are fresh bits of info coming all hours of the day. That would be a boon to insomniacs like me.
Some researchers think so…