A few years ago, when I retired after eleven years of serving as a volunteer
assistant soccer coach at Memorial High School, I was asked to speak at the dinner
for parents and players at the end of the season.
This is the text of my remarks.
When I was eight years old, a Cub Scout pack was organized in my school.
All of the boys who were interested in joining the Cub Scouts were invited to an
organizational meeting, but we were told that each boy who wanted to attend
would have to be accompanied by a parent. I still remember my dad telling my
mom that he didn't feel like going to the meeting with me. But he went. I also
remember him telling my mom, when we returned home after the meeting, that
he knew he shouldn't have gone. When she asked why, he told her that he had
ended up having to take the job of being the Cubmaster. When mom asked why
he agreed to take the job, he said that he took it because it was a job someone had
to do if we were going to have a Cub Scout pack at our school. What he didn't say,
but what I now understand, was that someone was going to have to do that job in
order for me to have a chance to belong to the Cub Scouts.
Before he had completed a year as Cubmaster, my dad drowned trying to
save the life of a friend's child's after a boating accident. But the Cub Scout pack
continued, because the Cubmaster position was filled by someone else's dad. And
when it came time for me to become a Boy Scout, I was able to join and experience
the fun of scouting because someone else's dad had agreed to be the Scoutmaster.
I still remember the good times I had on weekend camping trips -- trips that were
only possible for me because I was allowed to go with someone else's dad.
When I became old enough to enjoy participating in sports, I was fortunate
to be able to play on my grade school football team and run on our school's track
team; teams that were only possible because someone else's dad volunteered to
coach. Even my transportation to games and track meets had to be provided by
someone else's dad.
The high school I wanted to attend was a boarding school out of town. My
attendance was made possible by a scholarship which came from money
contributed by someone else's dad. And the summer jobs I needed to earn money
for expenses other than tuition and room and board were arranged through the
efforts of someone else's dad.
So, when my children reached the age where they wanted to be involved in
activities that required a job to be done, I was happy to have the chance to do the
things my dad never had the chance to do for me. It took a while, however, for me
to realize that helping to make these activities possible for my children was helping
to make them possible for others as well. Once I realized that, I saw the
opportunity to do for others what had been done in the past for me by continuing
to be someone else's dad.
If what I have done has provided one of you the opportunity or the
encouragement to do something you might not otherwise have been able to do, the
only thanks I want or expect is to have you remember in the years to come how
important it is that there always be men who are willing to be someone else's dad.