It was bound to happen eventually. Eventually I would have to face the challenge that lied before me. I didn't know how I'd make things work, but I knew that I had to find a way. As the saying in the business goes "Champions find a way." I looked terrified at what laid before me...mounds and mounds of clothes, papers, books, and boxes full of random objects. Today I had the challenge of cleaning my room. I'm not actually done yet, since I was hit with inspiration and had to write this post quickly before it vanished!
While cleaning, I opened up a folder that held treasures I had forgotten about! I found inspirational stories given to me from camp counselors, pictures, notes written to me from kids I had been a counselor for, and I found a list of goals from my sophomore and junior year of high school that I had posted on my wall. Then there was this maroon box, I opened it up and found twenty or thirty cards and on them ready "GORDY'S MAIN STREET MINISTRY." Finding these cards filled me with two emotions, happiness and a little bit of sadness. It also brought back a memory...
In 2009 sitting in a coffee shop drowning a sea of negative thoughts I sipped my coffee. I wondered how I had gotten so far down and how further down I could go. Then I heard the unmistakable "Hello!" that I had come so accustomed to hearing in the morning. It was Gordy. I hadn't actually talked to him, but he was a legend in Ashland. He'd walk from one side of town and back stopping in at the local businesses and talking to people on the street. He didn't talk about a religious or political agenda, he wasn't about promoting his business, he just talked to people to talk to them. Today though would be my day to have a conversation with Gordy. He sat down next to me and put out his hand and in his Gordy voice(I don't even know how to begin to describe it) he introduced himself. The enthusiasm in his voice and the caring look he had on his face couldn't help but make me smile, something I hadn't done in a few days. I knew that this truly was someone special.
We talked about everything; weather, sports, my business, and eventually his "ministry." After about twenty minutes of conversation Gordy had to continue his walk to the end of town and cheer up the town. Before he left though, he gave me a stack of roughly 100 homemade business cards. Then he was on his way. The rest of that summer I had the privilege of having visits from Gordy in my office.
Today I live roughly six hours away from Gordy and haven't talked to him since August 2009. It makes me sad that I've lost touch with such an inspirational and caring person. So in honor of Gordy, I'm going to share his "Main Street Ministry" with you all today. Gordy is the epitome of LIVING. Well I suppose, I should get back to finishing my project!
While cleaning, I opened up a folder that held treasures I had forgotten about! I found inspirational stories given to me from camp counselors, pictures, notes written to me from kids I had been a counselor for, and I found a list of goals from my sophomore and junior year of high school that I had posted on my wall. Then there was this maroon box, I opened it up and found twenty or thirty cards and on them ready "GORDY'S MAIN STREET MINISTRY." Finding these cards filled me with two emotions, happiness and a little bit of sadness. It also brought back a memory...
In 2009 sitting in a coffee shop drowning a sea of negative thoughts I sipped my coffee. I wondered how I had gotten so far down and how further down I could go. Then I heard the unmistakable "Hello!" that I had come so accustomed to hearing in the morning. It was Gordy. I hadn't actually talked to him, but he was a legend in Ashland. He'd walk from one side of town and back stopping in at the local businesses and talking to people on the street. He didn't talk about a religious or political agenda, he wasn't about promoting his business, he just talked to people to talk to them. Today though would be my day to have a conversation with Gordy. He sat down next to me and put out his hand and in his Gordy voice(I don't even know how to begin to describe it) he introduced himself. The enthusiasm in his voice and the caring look he had on his face couldn't help but make me smile, something I hadn't done in a few days. I knew that this truly was someone special.
We talked about everything; weather, sports, my business, and eventually his "ministry." After about twenty minutes of conversation Gordy had to continue his walk to the end of town and cheer up the town. Before he left though, he gave me a stack of roughly 100 homemade business cards. Then he was on his way. The rest of that summer I had the privilege of having visits from Gordy in my office.
Today I live roughly six hours away from Gordy and haven't talked to him since August 2009. It makes me sad that I've lost touch with such an inspirational and caring person. So in honor of Gordy, I'm going to share his "Main Street Ministry" with you all today. Gordy is the epitome of LIVING. Well I suppose, I should get back to finishing my project!
LIVE It Up!
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