The
white-uniformed Navy honor guard played “Taps” alongside Dad’s newly dug grave.
Then a Navy officer bowed to each person in our family, one by one, to express
his sadness for our loss. When this touching ceremony was over and we were
still dabbing tears, my sister chirped to the officer, “If Dad were here, he
would tell you, ‘Good job!’” Oh so true. Dad was the consummate encourager.
Recently,
our bible study facilitator finished leading us through a pivotal agenda
regarding the group’s future. He had elicited our honesty, opinions, and ideas
so efficiently, I was profoundly impressed. And surprised to hear a hearty “Good
job!” pop out of my mouth. Dad! Oh, Dad. Thank you for your example all my life.
I’ve
wondered what of my father’s admirable qualities might be hiding in me. Math
whiz—nope, never that. Linguistic acrobat—lover of words, yes, punster, no.
Tennis phenom—once upon a time, but arthritic knees have nixed that inherited hobby.
So how do I follow in my father’s footsteps? What am I left with? I have his
explosive sneeze? Oh, puleeze, tell me there’s more. Well, maybe I can say “Good
job!” more often. The other day, my husband said, “Good job” to our airplane
pilot as we exited the plane. The man beamed. Yep. Encouragement makes a
difference.
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