In the movie “It’s A Wonderful Life,” George Bailey was deemed the “richest man in town.” Not because of his monetary wealth; instead, these words depicted his good fortune with friendships and family. I’ve often wondered what it would be like to have a George Bailey experience, to really understand the extent of the true support and friendships around you.
For the last few days, unexpectedly, that’s exactly what I have experienced. I’m not comparing myself to the character, George Bailey, I’m simply relating to his experience of suddenly feeling blessed well beyond belief.
After spending twelve years with a school district and community I love dearly, I find myself on the doorstep of a significant change. Recently I accepted a new challenge that will return me to the district where I spent the early years of my career. For days and weeks I fretted over the decision and convinced myself of an impending reaction that would be less than supportive. Not only was I wrong, I was monumentally wrong, and I completely underestimated all the good fortune in the world around me.
For many days now I have experienced a constant barrage of supportive comments, conversations, visits and correspondences too overwhelming to absorb. Never in my wildest dreams would I fathom the outpouring of support bestowed upon me following the news of my decision.
In addition to my amazing family, friends and all those around me professionally, there are some who remain only as memories, and those memories support me as I navigate life’s challenges. I’m a reflective person and I find myself thinking about these very significant people during monumental times. Change has been a constant for me and I truly am a melting pot of the experiences and people I’ve encountered.
My late mother, who had one of the biggest and most humble hearts of any human being, continues to nurture and encourage me through my engrained memories. My oldest brother, who was never able to walk or talk, and whose years ended at the young age of almost seventeen, has probably single handedly taught me more about life than anyone else to this day. He has been gone since that horrible night for my family in February of 1977 but he continues to have a profound impact on my life.
My Grandfather Knost passed away when I was five and a half years old, but I do remember him well. I remember him as a strong, faithful man who loved his family and I remember the distinct tone of his voice. I have a vivid and powerful memory of him holding my oldest brother with much joy in his face.
At some point in my life I stumbled on a poem that immediately, for some reason, connected me to my grandfather who had left us years before. The words resonated with me and to this day, I read them often. The poem hangs in my office and serves as one of my many creeds. When I read it, I hear my grandfather’s voice. I don’t know why, but I do. I thank Rudyard Kipling for his powerful and inspirational words.
As a good friend shared with me, change is inevitable. Things rarely stay the same and change is often a constant force in our lives. It’s not a bad thing. I’ve poured my heart and soul into my career regardless of my professional geography. I really saw myself retiring in my current role and with all the support around me, that most likely would have been possible. But a new challenge came calling and ultimately captured me. When my days in Mehlville come to a close later in the year, it is my hope I will be leaving the district a little better than when I arrived over a decade ago. I’m proud of the students, staff, and the community, and I’m proud of the district’s many accomplishments.
I am thankful for the numerous relationships I have established and I am excited to encounter so many new faces in the weeks and months ahead. I value people and I value environments where kids and adults are made to feel extraordinary. I remain humbled by the support I have received in Mehlville and the many warm welcomes I am experiencing from Rockwood.
Thank you to everyone who has gone out of their way to say a kind word of support for me. Between my family, the people around me and those important departed souls, I am truly blessed way beyond belief.
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
“If” – Rudyard Kipling