scouts-l Mail Archive for August of 2000: Re: Things that warms a Scoutmaster's heart
Wayne Lettieri (wjlettieri@VOYAGER.NET
Thu Aug 03 2000 - 17:36:46 CDT
A Scoutmaster's Dream!
Wayne J. Lettieri firstname.lastname@example.org
Scoutmaster, Troop 1369
Lincoln Park, MI
I "used to be " an Owl----C-35-97
----- Original Message -----
From: Mark Gillis <troop857@YAHOO.COM>
Sent: Wednesday, August 02, 2000 10:25 PM
Subject: Things that warms a Scoutmaster's heart
> In the midst of all the turmoil we all see (and
> sometimes particpate in), it's nice to see signs that
> this thing we all do really works.
> Tonight, on our way to our weekly Scout meeting, I
> needed to stop at Wal-Mart for some last-minute items.
> In we all went, four young men and one old one, all
> in Scout uniform.
> On our way out, we encountered the ultimate Scout
> stereotype, a little old lady in distress. Literally.
> She was standing in the crosswalk, with her shopping
> cart, rummaging through her bags as if looking for
> somethng or trying to pick them up.
> I was behind the clump of Scouts, walking toward the
> car, and I literally held my breath. I watched as the
> boys walked just past her, and listened as their
> perpetual chatter hesitated and stopped. My heart
> leapt as my SPL turned and, with the other boys on his
> heels, turned to her and offered to help.
> Turns out, she had lost her walking cane, and could
> not remember where in the store it could be. This is
> a Super Wal-Mart 100,000 sq. feet of everything.
> Again, without missing a beat, my SPL directed the
> boys to go search the store. To this point, I hadn't
> said a word and hadn't been part of the conversation.
> I was told to stay and keep watch over her.
> A few minutes later, the boys came back out of the
> store, triumphantly carrying her cane. By this time,
> the lady's daughter pulled up in her car, so, after
> getting her in the car, the boys loaded the groceries
> in the trunk. Predictably, she attempted to pay the
> boys. Each one put his hand behind his back and said,
> "no ma'am, we're Scouts. It's our Good Deed for the
> day. Thank you for letting us help." They then
> resumed their march to the car.
> All this time, I hadn't said a thing to the boys, not
> a nudge, hint, or raised eyebrow.
> As we drove off, the small crowd that had gathered to
> watch the Boy Scouts help a little old lady were still
> by the front door. They waved and smiled.
> The actual meeting, which we were a little late for,
> was anticlimatic. My day was made, and I remember why
> I spend my one hour per week.
> Sorry for the length of this post, but I needed to
> Mark Gillis
> Scoutmaster, Troop 857
> Conway, SC
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