Old teammates

Today, I got a message from a retired teammate.

He was the most stubborn operative on shift, but if you managed to access his buttons, he was the most loyal and committed teammate.

Immediately I saw his message, a smile sneaked up on me, as memories flooded in.

I remembered long night shifts that rolled over into 24-hour shifts, just because I did not want to leave a mess for others.

The older operatives were always so gracious to me, “a young manager,” and they seemed hell-bent on making sure I succeed.

I am thankful for old teammates that held the ladder firmly as I climbed.

Care

“I feel lost.”

Those were the words a friend greeted me with. I managed to blurt out, “Where?”

“I don’t know, just lost.” Was the response.

Then I realised maybe “where?” was not a bad question after all. So I doubled down.

“Where was the last place you remember being, before you felt lost?”

A long silence followed.

“I was here.” Was the whisper that came back.

“Then here is a good place to start searching for you.”

We both smiled.

Being human is both simple and complex.

No one expects you to have all the answers, it is literally impossible.

But they expect you to care, it is always possible.

– Osasu Oviawe