A good look through my WordPress page, my slow-written autobiography, or knowing me and my history will readily identify that I credit most good in my life to the love and direction given by my grandmothers, my mother, and a high school teacher (M. L. Kohn)- all women. And most of my bad decisions came from not honoring those women or their advice. I’m also very willing to provide my opinion on topics of privilege which frequently align with issues around women in the workplace or society. I look forward to continuing to write as I do and am also delighted that today it’s weighed upon me to write about a few good men.
Walter Priester, John Hooten, and Scott Terpstra
Walter “Bunky” Priester is my uncle (mother’s brother), a friend, a retired US Army leader, an educator, a spiritual leader, a sacrificing brother, an honorable father, a loving son, and a phenomenal role model. A lead camel in the torrential winds of the desert. Can’t say enough about him yet lost in the words to bring together to do him justice. Uncle Bunky, I love you!
John Hooten is a hoot. Small in stature and big on results and bigger on the process for generating greatness. He obsesses over the particulars and details and believes in practicing relentlessly until perfection is secondhand. He’s the pain in the butt for anyone who wants to be great needs to have around on those days when they think they need a break from being great.
Scott Terpstra is just a good person. That goes along with being a savvy insurance professional, thoughtful friend, and carer of his family (immediate, extended, and adopted). Never one to claim to be the best and definitely never the worst, Scott works hard to see the best in others and is glad to help others and himself overcome challenges that may appear as daunting at firs sight.
We’re a few weeks out from Father’s Day and I’m glad that I realized that after I began writing this versus this being some sappy homage that I came up with because of Father’s Day. I’m also glad for the example these men are to me. I’m glad that they’ve seen me fail as much as they’ve seen me do well and treated me much the same. They’ve encouraged me in times of high and low, and committed to being available to help me. They’ve coached me as a father, a son, and a friend and I’m sure each would love to deliver a good whacking to me for the advice I’ve yet to put to work but they refrain from such attempts due to fear of me massive muscles. 🙂
These are all “everyday” men who choose to be their best everyday and I’ve been blessed to have them to learn from. Maybe I’ll be as wise in another twenty years. Unc, Coach, and Scott- I love you. Thanks for all that you are to me and so many others in this world.