No, not the state.
I often brag about how the people of Appalachia are pretty fantastic. Well, this week, a young man named Montana helped prove my point.
I’ve mentioned before that my Dad has Parkinson’s Disease. Every six months or so I head home and we go visit his neurologist at the WVU Medical Center. That was this past Tuesday. As we were headed out of town, Dad suggested stopping at Dick’s Sporting Goods. Well, sure!
Dad used to be quite the gun collector and hunted all his life. Activities that are more challenging these days. Still, it’s fun to look.
We made our way to “The Lodge” and there was Montana, a clean-cut college-age guy wearing a cross on a chain, ready to wait on a customer. Dad started talking guns with him. Montana pulled out rifle after rifle for Dad to admire. They talked guns, hunting, and worked around to sports. Montana played golf and Dad used to coach golf, so they compared notes on just about every course in the state.
It was wonderful.
Finally, another customer approached and Montana, who mentioned somewhere along the way that he’s studying nursing, moved on.
Dad and I browsed the store and as he headed for the exit, I circled back to thank this incredibly kind young man. Turns out his grandfather had Parkinson’s. He passed away two years ago, but Montana spent a lot of time with him and recognized the symptoms in my Dad.
I wanted to hug him, but settled for a thank you and a shoulder pat. Montana is doing my home state proud. He’s doing that cross around his neck proud.
I have a feeling he’s going to be an excellent nurse.