There were moments in childhood that aged me badly, incidents that put a bit of “wizened old man” into my soul. I don’t really count those, though, because they only caused me to withdraw further. I never developed an interest in growing up; it was just something that would happen, someday.
The first time it crept up on me was my first day at work. My boss “Lauren” met me at the secure lobby, and she led the way to a really nice desk that had (gasp) cabinets and shelves. My internship at another outfit had not been so capacious… I felt absolutely honored by this desk. I got my picture taken for a badge and remembered to call everyone by their first names. I was the youngest by several years, and the team was very nice. It soon sank in that I was to be taken seriously and trusted with things not insignificant. They accepted me immediately; it just took me years to get over imposter syndrome.
Since then, things have happened in fast-forward as if to make up for all the years before. The Old Man has gone out to Sea and back, several times. But there was something really special about that quiet day, that wonderful desk, and Lauren, who taught me so much by way of example. The small kindnesses of people leave a deeper impact than they even realize.




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