Wednesday, July 8, 2015
On being Brian Sloat's boy
It's happened innumerable times over the last fifteen years, and each time I thank God for the opportunity to learn more about my father's legacy.
It happened again last night.
I was standing in Charlie's Chicken, trying to get my family out the door, and an older gentleman looked at me.
I laughed and said, "Yes sir I am. How did you know him?"
"I worked with him for eight years when he first started at Unarco," he replied.
"And what was your name?" I asked.
"Well it's nice to meet you Jeff."
He looked the other way for a moment, the way everyone does. I've never figured out why people do that, but it never fails, I can tell the words are coming the second their head turns:
"He was a good man."
We went our separate ways, and I climbed in the car and told Alicia what had just happened.
With my eyes focused on the road to keep anyone from noticing any tears that might be forming, I said the same thing I always do, without fail, the only modification being the amount of years I have to add since he died.
"I hope people are still saying I was a good man fifteen years after I die."
I don't have to be known for great things, although it would be nice. But later in my children's lives I want someone to walk up to them and say, "You must be Travis Sloat's kid. He was a good man."
I know I look exactly like my dad, and I know my children won't look exactly like me. But I want people to know by how they act, how they carry themselves.
I'll be thrilled with that legacy. Just like I'm thrilled to be Brian Sloat's boy.
I'm a husband, father, son, brother, and friend. I teach English and Literature to the youth of today. I love Jesus and my mother, and I'll gladly introduce you to both. I love photography and writing. Duke basketball keeps me occupied for half the year, and hating Chapel Hill keeps me busy the other half. As you can tell from the title of my blog, I like stories. I'm a big guy with a big voice, trying desperately to be heard by someone before The Lord takes me home. Let's be best friends.