“They (drivers) need to pay attention,” he would say. “People hurry through (school crossings), don't pay attention. ... I just hope and pray somebody don't get hurt.”
And when I told him I agreed, he would note our “partnership for the kiddies” and say “we” needed to “remind the big people about the little people.”
He told me many stories about experiences working as a crossing guard, such as instances when drivers did not pay attention, nearly hitting a child, or even him, in front of a school.
He said he scolded many a driver who sped through a school zone, or at the very least shook his finger at them.
“Some of 'em shook a finger at me,” he once said. “But it wasn't a good finger.”
It didn't bother him, he said.
“They knew I was right.”
John died several years ago, I learned. But his message is still being delivered. It was a promise I made to him, and I try to keep my promises.
By the way ...
There's another part of that promise. I say “thanks” to those who through the years have served as crossing guards, watching out for our children.
They deserve our gratitude.
Enjoy your week and drive safely.