All About Mentoring Spring 2011 - SUNY Empire State College
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making certain she had forgotten nothing<br />
for the week’s trip and readying herself to<br />
drive the 300 miles to her family home.<br />
His daughter Grace stood before him,<br />
looking up at Daniel in her pretty, travel<br />
dress, while his son was behind her a few<br />
paces, hopping up and down, typical of him,<br />
a 6-year-old boy.<br />
“Grace, I want you to look after your<br />
mother,” he instructed his eldest child.<br />
“You know she can work herself into a<br />
state, when there is too much for her to<br />
think about.”<br />
His daughter looked and grinned at<br />
her brother.<br />
“What is it” Daniel asked her.<br />
Grace did not mind replying. “Daddy, that<br />
sounds like you, not Momma.”<br />
Daniel considered the veracity of this.<br />
Behind them, his son continued to hop up<br />
and down.<br />
“Sean,” he scolded his son, not able to think<br />
of anything else to say.<br />
When his wife and children had gone,<br />
Daniel had walked around seemingly<br />
without point to the back of the house to its<br />
backyard, as he now looked out at it from<br />
the kitchen window. The sun that morning<br />
was also shining brightly and encouraged<br />
his lingering. Daniel noticed that the roses<br />
he had planted against a side fence earlier<br />
in the spring were becoming a verdant<br />
bush – a spectacle of red, pink and white<br />
blossoms – and turning his glance, just for<br />
a moment convinced himself he actually<br />
saw tiny butterflies on the grass in the<br />
far corner of the yard. Such imagination<br />
succored him and soon he was thinking of<br />
composing another haiku. While preparing<br />
coffee and then the lunch to take to work,<br />
Daniel again pushed words, syllables and<br />
lines about in his mind, hoping to see if he<br />
could capture his fanciful thought about<br />
the butterflies and its surprise. Again, too,<br />
for some reason, composition came easily,<br />
especially the rhyme, though finding the<br />
exact number of syllables for each line kept<br />
him busy for more time than he really had<br />
to spare. Finally, he wrote the second haiku<br />
of the day:<br />
While musing, I see<br />
Pink butterflies on my lawn …<br />
O, no. Just pansies.<br />
Taking a bus the few miles into the city –<br />
Emily had their only car – Daniel sat on<br />
the side of the bus closer to the houses of<br />
the working class streets, unable to keep his<br />
thoughts exclusively on the workday ahead<br />
of him. The bus carried passengers like him,<br />
mostly government and civil servants from<br />
the suburbs just beyond the city. As the bus<br />
passed an intersection of cars and pickup<br />
trucks and convenience stores, Daniel<br />
thought of a conversation he had had with<br />
his father weeks before. His father now lived<br />
in a small town east of the city, in an area<br />
virtually rural, which he preferred.<br />
“Why do you do what you do” His father<br />
was already retired.<br />
Daniel was visiting, dutifully staying<br />
in touch. His father had been a high<br />
school gym teacher and football coach.<br />
Daniel stood beside him in the finished<br />
basement where his father had his workout<br />
equipment, athletic awards, and a huge<br />
flat screen television set for watching<br />
sports events.<br />
“I don’t know. I just want to.”<br />
“Isn’t the work a bitch Doesn’t it get you<br />
stressed out of your mind”<br />
Daniel had to smile and nod. “Yes. It does.”<br />
They had had this conversation before.<br />
“Then why Is this work really what you<br />
want to do with your life”<br />
Daniel sighed. “It’s got to be done.” His<br />
father surfed the television channels, like a<br />
teenager. He was looking for an important<br />
post-season soccer game.<br />
“And when something good happens, really<br />
good, it feels meaningful, as they say,”<br />
Daniel added.<br />
His father settled on a basketball game for<br />
the time being. “I wonder,” he observed.<br />
“Maybe that’s just rationalization. You’ve<br />
always been a romantic. How long do you<br />
plan to continue to do what you do”<br />
Daniel had had to think about his father’s<br />
blunt conversation, but now, as the bus<br />
brought him closer to the city and its<br />
government buildings, he found himself<br />
noting the people in the streets, those who<br />
lived and mostly rented in the buildings<br />
only blocks from the city’s downtown.<br />
To his chagrin, the pedestrians looked<br />
impoverished or nearly so. Standing out<br />
from others, a teenage couple walked<br />
together holding hands in the morning’s<br />
sunlight, and this image, too, captured his<br />
imagination. Not wanting to lose the image,<br />
Daniel quickly reached in his pocket for his<br />
paper and pencil and raced to capture it,<br />
his mind searching anew for proper words<br />
and thoughts. By the time he reached his<br />
bus stop in front of the building where he<br />
worked, he had composed his third haiku<br />
of the day, which had given him a bit of<br />
trouble to work out. Daniel had fussed over<br />
the connotation of key words and decided to<br />
be satisfied with what he had written until<br />
perhaps later that evening, when he had<br />
more time to linger. Now, he read the tiny<br />
poem to himself:<br />
Youth, so lovely,<br />
Strolling in the sun … While I tire<br />
When I walk, thirty.<br />
Whatever pleasure the unfinished haiku<br />
had given him was momentary, for as<br />
soon as Daniel ascended the flights of<br />
stairs to where his agency was located,<br />
he found it already furiously busy. Junior<br />
staff members and interns were at their<br />
work spaces or in cubicles on the phones<br />
looking overwhelmed, as were his other<br />
colleagues, not much older than the interns<br />
and junior staff and not much younger<br />
than Daniel. Seeing him, one of the interns,<br />
Susanna, said:<br />
“Daniel, thank God you’re here. The calls<br />
are coming in every minute. I’ve been on the<br />
hotline since … ”<br />
“I’ll help, don’t worry,” Daniel told her.<br />
Taking a handful of phone messages from<br />
Susanna’s desk, Daniel crossed the large<br />
main room of the agency and went into<br />
his office. Pausing a moment to look out<br />
his window, he peered down on the street<br />
below and watched pedestrians passing<br />
by his building, others sitting on stoops or<br />
lingering across the street, or going in and<br />
out of small stores. Finally, drawing in his<br />
breath, he picked up the first message and<br />
suny empire state college • all about mentoring • issue 39 • spring <strong>2011</strong>