Every evening, I bring in the nine cushions from my outdoor furniture.
It doesn’t take very long to bring them in and stack them on my dining room floor.
In the morning I take them out again so that I can enjoy my patio furniture during the day.
This is something new that I’ve started after prowlers began to visit in our neighborhood. I have a video clip of one guy pawing through my pillows and smelling them.
I don’t like bringing them in.
Yet, I bring them in, thanks to Herbie.
Herbie was the husband of my work colleague.
Herbie’s advice was always better safe than sorry. Bring in the cushions! Don’t leave valuables in the car! Leave nothing to chance!
I don’t recall meeting Herbie. If he walked in my house today he would be a stranger.
Herbie was the guy in the background. Solid, stable good ol’ Herbie who kept my flighty friend safe and grounded. He was a good and decent guy who worked hard for his family. I’ve lost track of them but I am grateful to Herbie for teaching me to be careful.
I am Herbie
We sometimes influence others without even knowing the impact of our actions or beliefs.
People, including my sons, have commented and thanked me for something that I said or did that they incorporated into their lives. Sometimes I don’t recall the encounter. As to my sons, who knew they were paying attention?
I am grateful for my role models who set the bar high for living a decent, responsible and moral life.
The baton has been passed.
Actions and words matter.