My daughter passed her driver’s test a couple of days ago — along with thousands of others. I learned something from the process: she didn’t need me very much. She quietly stated what she felt would help: some likeness of the course. I could do that. I rummaged and found the “pylons” (above) and a couple bottles of windshield wiper fluid (because we only had 3 pails). No lecture. No backseat driving. No “teaching”.
In the end, all we can really do is to facilitate experiences. We can’t teach anything. We can have the privilege of being there when it happens.
What a privilege it is.
For the past several years, I’ve been trying to support the instrumental music department at my alma mater, Cleveland Heights High School. Whether I’ve helped or not depends on who you ask. Whether I should keep trying or not also depends upon who you ask. I’ve learned a bunch about people in my attempts.
Regardless, the IMD got me through high school — plain and simple. If it wasn’t for that community, I have no idea where I’d be. Going by the Latin meaning of the phrase, instead of the whole high school, the IMD was my alma mater. I’m going to keep trying to be helpful. Giving back how I express my gratitude.
Here’s the website I created and maintain. This is its third incarnation. I hope it lasts a little while. The greatest work is not the technical stuff though. It’s always about the people.