Just some thoughts:
Recently my wife and I met up with some good friends from by-gone days. John and Connie Milholland and their families. Their two daughters, husbands and their children. They were in Nashville celebrating Connie's birthday. Hey I'm a gentleman, I'm telling how many.
In 1972 John was the head basketball coach at Frankfort high school in Frankfort, Indiana. The Hot Dogs. yes, that's their name. I had started my teaching and coaching career in 1964 at the junior high school in Frankfort but had since moved on from there in 1967. At the time of his call in 1972 I was teaching and coaching in Rockville, Indiana. John called asking me if I would return to Frankfort as his assistant. I was flattered, one, that he knew who I was and two, that he would consider me for such a position with him. After some discussion we accepted his offer.
At that time we had two children, Jill, born in October, of 1966 while we were in Frankfort the first time. Dr. Beardsley was the doctor who delivered her. In March of 1970 our second child, a boy, Jay, was delivered in Terre Haute, Indiana while I was teaching and coaching at Rockville, Indiana.
Not too long after we had returned to Frankfort I got a call one afternoon from Dr.Beardsley saying he wanted to see me in his office. The caller told me, "Don't be alarmed, but he wants to see you as soon as you get to his office." When I got to his office I was taken to a room where my wife and Dr.Beardsley were. Now some background information is now needed.
In 1970 just a day after we had gone home from the hospital with our son, Jay, my wife had complications from that delivery. In fact she started hemorrhaging. Upon calling the doctor his words were, "I will meet you at the hospital, get there as fast as you can." Living in Rockville we were about twenty miles from the hospital. To say it was a quick trip is saying it mildly. At the time I had a 1969 Dodge Charger and on that drive to the hospital I would have rival the best of NASCAR. All turned out fine, my wife stayed in the hospital a few days and then came home.
Now sitting in Dr.Beardsley's office I had a slight idea of the reason I was there. "Larry, your wife expresses the desire to have another child that's why I called you here." Looking at the doctor, I said something like, "Doc, no way. She told you what happened on the last delivery, hasn't she.?" He confirmed she had. "Well, no way." To make a long story much shorter he went on to talk with me and assured me that things would be ok for another delivery.
On the day I sat with my wife in Dr.Beardsley's office I told him, "Doc, if this were any other person talking to me about this, I would still say no, but I believe in you this much." On September 30, 1974 our third child, Jennifer was delivered by Dr.Beardsley at the hospital in Frankfort, Indiana.
On the evening we had met with the Milholland's one of the last things I had said to John, learning that Dr.Beardsley was still living in Frankfort, "Please tell Doc we ask about him and we said hello, we owe him much."
A couple days after being with the Milhollands that night for dinner here in Nashville Jennifer pulled in our drive-way, two little ones jump out of the car and come running to the porch where I was sitting with my glass of ice tea. As Jennifer got out of the car and started her walk toward the porch I had the thought, "Without Dr. Beardsley right now none of this would be happening."
You know, probably within the lives of all of us there are those out there that are deserving of a "Thank you from each of us."
How about you, is there someone maybe from your past who is deserving of a thank you?
September 30, 2017