Dear Friends and Family: July, 2017
Most mornings I trek over to the local YMCA to walk circles around its four basketball courts for 45 minutes or so. This seems to help get the blood going and loosen up seven decade old knees. But I have to tell you that walking the indoor track is one of the most boring things I do. One could get loopy from making loops around the courts. You know, round and round you go and after each curve you see the same old stuff; other old guys and gals stretching, walking, and even shooting baskets. Not today.
For me, the best days on the track are rainy summer mornings. You see, on rainy mornings the throngs of little kids that attend the Y’s day camp programs take over the four courts for their programs and games. Wow, there is a lot to see on my loops around on mornings like this. I guess it is my nature to search out staff when I see such a gathering. I can’t help but look to see who is watching the kids, how the campers are being led, how attentive the counselors are being. Hey, I was a camp director.
So my first loops today were filled with those kind of sights, and I have to tell you that all looked good. But as I rounded a curve and one of the courts came into view this morning, I saw a little girl walk by another camper (a boy, both about five years old) and kick over some kind of plastic structure he was building. I don’t know if she was being mean or if it was an accident. In the few moments it took me to pass by I saw the boy’s face crumble into a frown and from there to a full blown cry. That’s all I saw. I walked on. But it gets better.
Next loop there’s the boy, still crying but a counselor is sitting with him. I, of course, couldn’t hear what she was saying to him, but she was on it in just the time it took me to make the loop. Good sign. In my day at GUCI we used to call that "Coverage." A good insurance term (probably got it from my dad). The counselor was huddled over the boy in what looked to me like a very comforting manner. By the time I looped again, the cry had somewhat subsided. On that second or third time around I also noticed that another counselor had joined in and the three of them sat off to the side together. Good stuff.
Another loop…no more crying.
Another loop brings me to a scene of the boy, sitting with the counselors, shoveling crackers into his mouth. So I witnessed some good work on the part of these two counselors. I imagine they are just high school students. But the important thing is that they were quickly on it with their camper, showed appropriate compassion, and comforted him as he needed. Now I’d like to say the drama had a Hollywood ending with our star camper finishing his crackers and smiling as he joined the other kids in activity. That didn’t happen. He was happy to hang with the staff and start to rebuild his plastic thing. Maybe that’s Hollywood enough for five loops around the gym. I was just happy to see these high school students taking good care of their campers.
Forecast for tomorrow is for sun. Another boring forty-five minutes of loops. Oh well..