I’m not the storyteller tonight. My Beautiful Wife, Treasurechest, and Thotman, have both done a wonderful job telling the story on my mind today. I’d like to relate a few of my observations which neither one mentioned though.
Prior to rendezvousing at our designated meeting place, Thotman phoned me to tell me he’d be just a few minutes late. He needed to make an unexpected rescue mission. He had found someone stranded, out of gas.
After meeting up with us and while we were fitting my children’s boots to skis and getting everything packed up in Thotman’s “Ski Van”, I noticed the tow rope permanently attached to his vehicle. Other rescue items are stashed away as well. He was equipped and ready to help anyone along side the road in need.
I loved how comfortably Thotman engaged my young children in direct conversation. They loved the obvious respect and attention he gave them individually. Once we were on the slopes, for several hours, his whole attention was focused on making this new experience, a great experience. Just one example is when he took Cory up on the ski lift and then skied down backwards while leaning forward and holding Cory’s ski’s in the right position to teach the “Snow Plow” method.
I would have to say that Thotman’s energy level during the whole day was on a “Super Hero” level. His energy seems to build as he interacts with others like a snow ball growing as it rolls down a hill.
We had enjoyed the fabulous ski lessons, and engaging in meaningful conversation all the way down the mountain (telling and listening to jokes with the children). After our Chucky Cheese extravaganza, and while driving back to our original rendezvous point where our car waited, we were now quiet thinking about our just completed adventure.
Thotman was now busy on his phone. He had many more friends to check on… kind words to leave… help to offer… plans to make.
I thought back to a comment he made to me up in the mountains while we were loading our equipment back into his ski van. First he laughed, it was an under your breath teasing sort of laugh. Then he jabbed at me with his words. “A rich man’s sport huh?” He was referring to my blog back a month ago when I had used the excuse for never trying skiing. I had written that, “I knew that skiing was a rich man’s sport.”
This was the second time I had gone with him. This time I had many of my family with us. Thotman had extra ski equipment, and he knew where and when to go so we could learn and practice without ever buying a ski pass. The cost was gas to drive up the mountain.
Earlier in a comment to my first ski blog, Thotman quoted the classic Christmas movie, “It’s a Wonderful Life” … ‘he who has friends is truly rich… so maybe it is a rich man’s sport’ he had commented.
I’ve learned that Thotman is a rich man. But that has nothing to do with money. I’ve also learned that I am much richer than I ever thought I was. And that has nothing to do with money either. Yes, skiing is a rich man’s sport. But that has less to do with money than I had ever thought.
So as the year 2006 comes to a close, and as I look back at how life went for me this past year. I have to say, it has been a very lucrative year for me. I feel very rich. If I have a goal for this new year, it would be to increase my wealth. Blogging has added immensely to my fortune in 2006. Thank-you friends. I am a rich man.