I just came home from a dog birthday party and while there, I heard an intriguing story. After I heard it, I said to myself that I couldn't wait to tell this story here at the forum.
I was talking with a friend whose job now has him traveling up and down east coast. He was telling me about some of his more interesting trips, including one to the Pentagon. He said, though, that this was not the most interesting story. This one is, however. This took place in the last month or so.
My friend is my age, a boomer. When he was a teenager, he was a camp counselor at summer camp in Maine. After camp was over, he received a phone call from the father of one of the kids from the camp. The parent told my friend, whose name is Roy, that his son talked about him a great deal. The child's mother had just passed away and the father wanted to know if Roy would take on a little additional job--come to Maryland and stay with them for a few weeks. "The kid's not taking it too well," the father explained.
My friend agreed to the job and said it was one of the best jobs he's ever had--taking the kid to Orioles baseball games, going to the park, playing softball, basketball, and going out in a canoe at the lake.
So it's now 30-35 years later and my friend Roy is in Maryland on business. He hasn't been there since that job helping the father out with the child whose mother died so long ago. He had a little extra time, so he began driving around to some of the places they'd frequented--the parks, the stadium, etc.
Roy gets the idea to see where the kid is today, so he Googles the kid's name and finds out he's now a federal judge who has achieved some degree of prominence. Well---maybe. The name isn't all that uncommon, so he called the judge's office and asked to speak with him. The secretary said he was out for the day on personal business, but he would be back the next day.
Roy was so curious, though, he didn't want to wait until the next day to find out if he had the right person so he asked the secretary a couple questions to narrow down whether this was the right person. The way the questions were answered made my friend conclude he had the right person. Roy told the secretary to give the judge his phone number and name plus the name of the camp.
The next day the judge called Roy back. He said he had attended this camp as a child and so Roy then explained who he was. The judge remembered and told Roy how happy he was to hear from him.
But then an irony. The judge said the personal business he was out on the previous day was a funeral--his father's.
So here was Roy once again in this person's life after the death of a parent.
A person has to wonder--what are the odds?
"The kid isn't taking it too well."
Cher