Role Models come in all shapes and sizes, some real and some
are fiction. Generally a role model is
somebody you desire to be like, to do as they do, act the way they do,
basically model your behavior or aspects of your life after theirs.
My Role Models in the past have been people like Indiana
Jones, smart but adventurous, not afraid to go out in the field and get your
hands dirty. Somebody who just doesn’t
give up, who keeps going after a goal relentlessly until they get what they are
working towards, plus I love his hat! I
have another role model who treats every person he meets like they are the most
important person he has seen all day. I
really have to work at being that friendly and social with other people.
Some time ago I visited my wife’s dad’s church because they
were having a little fund raising dinner thing when the Pastor of the church mentioned
he owned a motorcycle also. He suggested
we should go riding sometime.
I have known the Pastor for quite some time as he is an old
friend of the family, he married my wife’s parent’s years ago, and nine years
ago married my wife and me. I knew he
was somewhat older because he has been around forever, his snow white hair has
been that way for as long as I have known him.
He called me Thursday and asked if I wanted to go riding with him and
some of the guys from the church this Saturday.
I said sure.
I asked my wife. “How
old is Pastor Larry?”
“I think he is seventy.” She replied.
I didn’t figure an aging Pastor and some older guys from
church would be doing that long of a ride.
We met at the church at 8:00AM Saturday morning, Pastor Larry, John,
Jack, Steve and me. Steve was younger
than me, but the rest of the guys had me by a few years. I thought I would be back by noon so I could
get my grass mowed. Boy was I wrong.
They immediately started talking about doing a real all day
bike ride. I couldn’t believe it. Pastor Larry, who I have known for years but
really had never seen or associated with him outside of a church setting, was
playful, joking, and rode like he had spent his life on the back of that
Harley! Pastor rides a Harley. Steve rides a Triumph. John was on a Victory and I think Jack’s was
a Honda or Yamaha. I ride a
Kawasaki. We made a motley little crew
as we made our way around the country side.
I had to outright ask the Pastor how old he was because I
couldn’t believe he was seventy years old.
I hope I’m getting around that good and in touch with all my faculties
at seventy! I really hope I am still
riding motorcycles, hanging out with the guys, laughing and joking around when
I am seventy. I realized by the end of
the day that Pastor Larry was one of my new Role Models, somebody I would like
to be like.
I still bet nobody would believe what a great day and
wonderful bike ride I had with some old guys from church and how rowdy, the
seventy year old, Harley Riding Pastor was.
I had a great Saturday!
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