Today's Mighty Oak

Wherein I find some hope



Written: 07/03/2010

It’s been a while, a lot has been bouncing around in my head.  I’m taking a short break from writing my last post, it’s big and unwieldy, and I’m going to need some serious editing time to make it coherent. Ed note: if it’s what I’m thinking, it’s still a giant work in progress that will probably never see the light of day.  Probably better that way.

But I found a little bit of hope at work, and I wanted to write it down before I forgot it.

Sometimes I have to remind myself, that even though the organization is hateful and bigoted, a lot of the volunteers (and even some co-workers) are more sensible, and more often than not, just don’t care what’s going on between my ears (that’s a little bit of a reference to Savage Love).

Case in point, one of my favorite volunteers (and I do have a lot of favorites, actually) and I were talking about a man I used to work with at summer camp.  We reconnected on Facebook and I saw the pictures he posted of him and his boyfriend traveling across the country.  The volunteer was even closer with him, as he was very involved in a project together and they worked on it for years, forming a mentoring relationship.  The volunteer refereed to him as one of his “Chiefs” and they stayed close after his term was done, the volunteer even co-signing a car loan for the Chief.

And so I’m reminded that people really are awesome.  That volunteer didn’t have to co-sign for that car.  He was in no way obligated.  But he did, because he cared about this young man, because he knew he was a positive force in his life, and because together, we all work together and make good things happen.

So back to the conversation.  I mentioned that I had just reconnected with him on Facebook (the Chief had moved out of state for med school and residency and that whole process that I don’t understand), and the volunteer recounted when he told him he was gay:

“I don’t understand it at all, but I knew that I wanted him to be happy.  And he told me, and I asked him, I said, ‘[Chief], are you happy?”

No judgment, just honesty, and concern.  And a wish to be happy.

All my best,

The King of Spades

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