I’m sitting in our middle school parking lot beside a snowed over track and field. My son Matthew met with a friend and is going for a mile run, not on track but cleared parking lot (an audible with reality and conditions on the ground).
He came to honor a teacher. Five years, she is on her thousandth run since beginning and making it a practice. My son was asked—invited—and he showed up.
I think that’s cool and special, showing up, recognizing, and giving honor to another because you can, and it doesn’t take much, and you want to do as asked and invited anyways. The chance for further meaning is only greater symbol of the gift which is to decide and do as we will.
He wills for good, to honor others, and in the process better his own self.
I think that’s “cool.”
I think he’s “cool.”
This way, I want to be more like he.