Jeff Stoppenhagen was a life preserver for this once scared,
intimidated, and generally self-conscious “Talking Bronco” freshman. I knew I could just be near him or talk to
him and feel like I wasn’t this little fish swimming against a current of the
vastly more experienced and worldly ones around me. I came from a farm. In the middle of nowhere. I was terrified most of the time.
One day we were loading into vans for a tournament and
before we started our trek to the northwest, he pulled us all aside in a
huddle. Among the gifts he bestowed on
us, was this prescription bottle filled with “pills” (actually miniature
M&Ms) to help us when we needed them.
Placebo that they were, I took them regularly that tournament. I felt mighty, not small, knowing someone
believed in me as he did.
Jeff always took time for me, no matter how late into the
night or how tedious my speech. He
helped shape me as a person. I still try
to emulate his kindness.
Thank you, Jeff, for all you’ve done for me, for the years of
emulation since my time on the squad you didn’t know about, and the ways I
couldn’t begin to count.
What a touching tribute. I am always amazed how there's a couple teachers I still think about to this day, (Mrs. Hill for one). I'm always so glad for the imprint they left on my life. I'm glad you have good memories too!
ReplyDeleteI still think about Mrs. Hill, too!
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