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.
