The pastor called me to come forward. I walked to the pulpit
confident and proud. I looked out at my family. Some wore somber expressions.
Others had faces still damp with tears. Then I gazed down at the shiny black
coffin crowned with yellow flowers.
My father, Charlie Lyons, was gone. It was my turn at his funeral
earlier this year to pay tribute to the man who taught me so much growing up on
the North side. How do you sum up a lifetime in 10 minutes?
I flashed to Dad holding the handlebar
and jogging alongside my bike until I felt ready to ride on my own. I saw him
pulling up to my broken-down car at night, doing a quick fix and trailing me
home. I thought of the hug we shared at my wedding.
Then, I started talking about a special moment I draw from now.
Dad was always full of advice, but one of the biggest lessons he taught me one
summer was about having a strong work ethic. When my brother and I were growing
up, we mowed yards during the summer to earn pocket change. Dad was our
salesman. He pitched our service to neighbors and offered a price they could
not refuse. My brother and I got $10 per yard. Some yards were a half-acre. I
later found out our friends were charging $20 or more for the same amount of
work.
Every time we headed out to mow lawns, Dad was there to watch. I
used to wonder why he came with us. He stood supervising our work in the sticky
Florida heat when he could have been inside relaxing with air conditioning and
an icy drink.
One day we were cutting our next-door neighbor’s yard. She always
waited until the grass was knee-high to call us over. To make matters worse, we
had an old lawn mower that kept cutting off as we plowed through her backyard
jungle. This particular afternoon, I was finishing up and was tired and sweaty.
I pictured the tall glass of Kool-Aid I would gulp in a minute to cool down.
I was just about to cut off the lawn mower when I saw Dad pointing
to one lone blade. I thought about the chump change I was getting paid for
cutting grass so high it almost broke the mower. I ignored him and kept
walking. Dad called me out and yelled, “You missed a piece.”
I frowned, hoping he would let me slide and go home. He kept
pointing. So beat and deflated, I went back to cut that piece of grass. I
mumbled to myself: “That one piece isn’t hurting anyone. Why won’t he just let
it go?”
But when I reached adulthood, I understood his message: When
you’re running a business, the work you do says a great deal about you. If you
want to be seen as an entrepreneur with integrity, you must deliver a quality
product. That single blade of grass meant the job was not done.
Other neighbors took notice of the good work we did and we soon
garnered more business. We started out with one client, but by the end of the
summer we had five, which was all we cared to handle because we wanted time to
enjoy our summer break from school.
The lesson my dad taught me stayed with me: Be professional. If
you say you are going to perform a job at a certain time, keep your word. Give
your customers the kind of service you would like to receive. It shows how
sincere you are and how much pride you take in your work.
Before I knew it, my tribute was over. I saw my wife jump to her
feet in an ovation. The pastor embraced me. People rushed to shake my hand.
Though Dad’s body lay inside the coffin, I felt his spirit there. I pictured
him standing in the sanctuary, wearing the white T-shirt and blue shorts he did
on grass-cutting days. Always there for me and always proud.
By Patrick A. Lyons
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