Everyone has a chance to be a hero to someone. You don’t even have to be dead to be a hero. With Memorial Day approaching, it got me to thinking about those in my life that I have looked up to as heroes. Unfortunately, holidays like Memorial Day and funerals seem to be the only times that we really stop and think about the impact that someone had on our lives. These are the times that we remember, or better yet, celebrate their life and their lasting legacy on those that they touched.
December 2, 2001. That is when my mentor and high school basketball coach, Bill Dunn, died of colon cancer at the much too young age of 48. He was in Michigan and I was in Texas coaching. I was too busy to visit and figured he’d come through and I’d have a chance to see him again. That didn’t happen. I never got a chance to tell him what he meant to me. Actually, strike that last statement. I had plenty of chances. It just never seemed important or urgent enough. There would be time for that some other day. There’s always another day, right? Well, that day never came.
December 2, 2001. That is when my mentor and high school basketball coach, Bill Dunn, died of colon cancer at the much too young age of 48. He was in Michigan and I was in Texas coaching. I was too busy to visit and figured he’d come through and I’d have a chance to see him again. That didn’t happen. I never got a chance to tell him what he meant to me. Actually, strike that last statement. I had plenty of chances. It just never seemed important or urgent enough. There would be time for that some other day. There’s always another day, right? Well, that day never came.