Meet Roger and Zela. A civil engineer. A secretary. A deacon. A church volunteer. A photographer. A high school valedictorian. An audio enthusiast. My parents.
They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and after looking at the list I just typed, I guess they’re right. I may not be a civil engineer, but other than that, I’m pretty much a carbon copy of these two, and it goes deeper than the fact that my dad and I both love cameras and audio equipment.
For better or worse (mainly better), I am what I am because of these two. All the hobbies I enjoy today and all the skills I use to make a living can be traced back to investments they made in me. Things like piano lessons, tennis lessons, video cameras, PTA meetings, class trips — one sacrifice after another.
They say they’re proud of the man I’ve become, but what would I have become without them… and so many others? What if I hadn’t gone to a school with teachers who loved me, saw a spark in me and fanned it to flame? What if I hadn’t had great pastor-mentors over the years who took me under their wings? Where would I be?
All this makes me think a few things: First, don’t delay saying, “Thank you.” Dad is turning 90 this year. Every time they come to Florida, they say it may be their last, as chronic illness and arthritis take their toll on him. As they left this time and headed back to snow-covered West Virginia, I made sure to thank them for all that they did for me. I told them I loved them, even though that doesn’t come natural for us introverted Whitts.
Second, investment in others pays the best dividends. Looking at my own life, I see a powerful direct correlation between what my parents sewed and what I’m reaping now. They got me started on a good trajectory, and I want to do the same for others. What if we all had that mindset?
Third, we need to have compassion on those who did not have the blessing of a good upbringing. It’s not their fault they went to a school with incompetent teachers who didn’t care about them. It’s not their fault their parents were strung out on drugs. It’s not their fault no one modeled responsibility for them or gave them the skills and tools they would need to be able to get a good job. Maybe we should stop judging them and instead offer a helping hand.
Who do you need to thank today? Who can you invest in today? Who needs compassion today?