Middle school was not exactly my peak.
I was overweight, short on self-confidence, a bit of a momma’s boy, and an easy target for bullies. So I responded in the most logical way possible: I became a clown. An actual clown. Full makeup, red nose, wig, clown troupe — and a fake raccoon.
It was not my greatest decision.
But it did take me into nursing homes, hospices, and hospital rooms, where I visited children and adults facing serious and often terminal illnesses. I was not especially confident or accomplished.
But I could make someone laugh.
That may have been one of my earliest lessons about service: making a difference rarely requires extraordinary talent. Each of us brings something different — our experience, profession, relationships, humor, patience, creativity, time, or simply an ability to do something another person cannot do alone.
That is one of Rotary’s greatest strengths. We are not a collection of people who can each do everything. We are a collection of people who can each do something. And when we recognize what we have to offer — and put it where it is needed — ordinary abilities can have an extraordinary impact.
Apparently, for me, it started with a red nose and a raccoon.
Until next Wednesday, may something good happen because you were there.
Rescue Squad Park
