The Link

Last October, I attended the funeral of a man who meant a lot to me. 

He was my camp counselor for 4 years and he had a tradition of giving you a chain link when he saw you doing things right. 

Next week, I get the opportunity to pass that lesson down to 30 elementary and middle school kids. 

I’ve thought a lot about my old counselor these past few evenings as I worked on these rope necklaces after work. I imagine him sweating it out in his garage as he cut up countless links with a bolt cutter. Actually, I don’t have to imagine because I’ve lived it.

It’s funny how you look back and appreciate the things people did for you when you were younger and it sometimes takes 20 years to really understand all that went into what they did. 

These links are for you Coach Cone, the chain continues in your absence.