The Unknown Dad

To piggy back on Lorraine’s post about the man herding baby geese, I’d like to pay homage to an unknown dad as we approach Father’s Day. I assume this gentleman is a father. I leave for work each morning at 6:45 AM, the time when high school students are congregating at bus stops in the poorly lit neighborhood. In the past I have written about how dangerous it is during the winter when it is dark. One year a van driver did not see two girls who admitted to being too engaged in conversation to see him. Fortunately neither was badly injured, but 40th Street N.W. in greater Gig Harbor is a raceway in the morning and now they propose to make it wider so people can drive faster.

This school year a lone father has stood across the street from the bus stop with his mug of coffee each morning. This caring man is there rain or shine every day just watching over high school students. That is what Hilary Clinton meant when she said it takes a village to raise a child. That is what community is about. That is why we are here, to watch out for each other. Happy Father’s Day Unknown Dad! I hope they treat you like a king on Sunday and that those students will look back and tell their children that someone cared enough to watch out for them.