Just some thoughts:
I don think there is even such a word.
He was an above average ballplayer for our Indiana high school level of competition. Above average, yes, but no Coach “K” was going to come knocking, no Carolina Blue offers. He would never exit the Hoosiers locker room.
Yet for me the memory of him still lives on. I don’t know why early this morning as I sat alone at my coffee place his memory came back to me. Maybe cause young people like him are worthy of remembrance.
I taught and coached in Indiana high schools for about the first fifteen years after I graduated college in 1964. At one time had the desire and dream that I might be the second coming of Johnny Wooden. What a shallow thought on my part, no one could be that. When one is young they can have a lot of unrealistic thoughts. Part of the beauty of being young, right?
During my daily teaching duties I would be the “lucky one” assigned lunch room duty. Yes for an hour and half I would be the assigned teacher to be the “rover” in the cafeteria to try to see that some semblance of order was kept. Whew… is all I will say about that.
I don’t know how many times I would see him after he would get his tray of food look around the large room. He would stop, pause a moment and then often he would walk over to someone who was sitting by themselves. He would stop and speak to that person and ask them if they would like to join him and some of his buddies at a table. Other times I would see him just sit down with that person and the two of them eat together.
I watched him on occasion go to the new kid in school and invite him to his group or just sit down and talk with him. I always felt for the “new kid.” So often they would be left on their own.
You know I remember some games he played and played well, point guard, could score when needed, very unselfish but what I remember more about him all these years later was just what a good person he was, above average for a young man of his age when came to the consideration of others. Someone who was always thinking about someone else. I have often wondered whatever happened to him.
You know kindness can live on long after games are over. Scores can be forgotten but seldom is kindness forgotten. It can live long.
October 12, 2018
Posted October 29, 2018