Today, I saw a man who played a huge part in my life, although the actual time frame that he appeared on my life’s stage was relatively abbreviated.
This guy was a neighbor. A much older man. Wholesome. Giving. Caring. Affectionate. He called me his lil tiger.
And I think I was at the exact age where I needed to be someone’s “Tiger”.

I was young. Ignant. Spent my days with my friends, playing ball and making rap music. He gave me an job. Emphasized the importance of hard work. Showed me what hard work looked like.
I remember manual labor. Moving tree’s, bales of hay, and pushing lawnmowers around expansive yards In the sun till I was the color of Hershey’s.
I remember he created leafy masterpieces on lawns that previously looked like 3rd grade drawings.

I don’t think any one thing that he did was groundbreaking. It was just that he was there with these things that he didn’t have to manufacture. He was there with a hug. He was there with praise. He was there with faith.

He was there with these things at the right time.

Thanks Eugene.