It’s time to tell others what they mean to you.
Today was another beautiful day and I spent the majority of it outside doing yard work. Maintaining a large property is a lot of work and I’m proud of my yard and actually enjoy the labor involved in improving it and keeping it looking like a park.
I often think about the man that significantly influenced this attitude in me and I regret that I never got the opportunity to tell him what he meant to me.
He was a former marine, but a high school teacher and the town parks superintendent when our paths crossed. Every year he would hire a staff of high schools students to work at the park department. It was a mix of girls and boys, high performers and kids with life challenges. He was hard on us and privilege was earned. Some never did more than shoveling and others drove heavy equipment.
I have many stories from that time with that team and I’m certain his attitude, approach to work and respect for nature was significant influence into who I am today.
Here’s the thing about that.
I never had the opportunity to tell him this. He was a ‘no emotion’ kind of guy, so certainly we would not have had a hug type of moment, but I know it would have meant a lot to him to know that I think of him often and have spoken about him to many others over the years.
There is a park named for him in that town due to the many years he served as superintendent. I only have my few years to go by, but I imagine there are many that feel like I do.
I wish I could tell him.
You should tell them.