The Musings Of An Opinionated Sod [Help Me Grow!]


You Never Forget Those Who Never Let You Be Forgotten …

Many years ago I wrote a post called pivotal people.

It was about those individuals who have an incredible impact on how your life turns out.

I’m not talking about family or friends.

I’m not even talking about relationships that last years.

I’m talking about interactions – whether for 10 minutes or a decade – that changes the course of how you live.

I’ve been lucky enough to have had quite a few of these people come into my life – most recently Maya, Bree and Chelsea – and it is important to me they all know the impact they have had – and continue to have – on who I am and what I do.

A long time ago, I decided the best way to show this was to write to them all and say thank you.

Weeks passed without a word from anyone so I emailed one of the recipients to check they had received the letter.

He responded saying he had and wanted to know if I was dying.

Yep … my heartfelt gratitude was met with the general consensus that I must have a terminal illness.

Thankfully I nipped that misconception in the bud, and while the people I wrote to still didn’t really know how to react [to the words in my letter, not the fact I wasn’t dying] the reality is I wasn’t looking for any sort of response or gratitude, I just wanted them to know.

Why?

Because in my experience, the people who go out of their way to help you in this way, do it because they see something in you that maybe you don’t even see.

They want to see you grow because they give a shit about your wellbeing.

But better yet, they do it for no self-serving reason, they just believe in you and who you can be.

It is – in my opinion – one of the most beautiful acts someone can do for another person and yet, in many cases, the people helping don’t even realize the impact they’ve had on you.

I’m writing this because I recently read an interview with the footballer Ian Wright.

He was asked ‘what did he owe his parents’ and he said he owed them nothing as he had done everything for them. He said the person he owed the most was his old school teacher, Mr Pigden.

Looking into it, I learned a story of love, belief and standards.

A story that celebrates teaching in its most powerful form.

Not for grades. But for preparing someone for a fuller life.

You can read the article here, but watch the video, it’s incredibly moving.

You don’t have to be a teacher to be Mr Pigden to someone.

I hope you have recognized yours and act in the same way to someone else.


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Another excellent post. The Ian Wright clip is delightful too. Thank you Robert, you have warmed my heart the past couple of days with your posts.

Comment by Lee Hill

Me too Lee.

Comment by Mary Bryant

Well that’s because you were one of the people I wrote to Lee.

Comment by Rob

That’s one way to get free upgrades.

Comment by DH

Mr Sentimental.

Comment by Bazza

Or maybe I mean Mr Mental.

Comment by Bazza

There is nothing wrong being sentimental.There are lots of things wrong referring to someone as mental. It’s an illness not an insult.

Comment by Mary Bryant

You’re right. Apologies to you and Rob.

Comment by Bazza

Forgiven. This blog has the tendency to bring the best and worst out of people. Quite often within the same thread of comments.

Comment by Mary Bryant

Well said Mary.
Bazza. 🚫

Comment by Pete

I can hear you laughing from here Pete.

Comment by Bazza

don’t you feel a prick now baz.

Comment by andy@cynic

Thank you for pointing that out Andy.

Comment by Bazza

For someone who has always had a soft spot for spurs, this post and clip has made me like Ian Wright more than I imagined possible.

Comment by Pete

I have a soft spot for spurs fans.
A swamp in Florida.

Comment by DH

what the fuck do you know about footie, you still call it soccer.

Comment by andy@cynic

You’re my Mr. Pidgen. Fact.

Comment by Marcus




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