A Moment of Kindness Remembered for a Lifetime


It’s early spring in NW Ohio, the year is 1972.

A fourteen-year-old boy is playing with his Lionel trains in the basement of a rented house on Cherry St. in Findlay, Ohio.  He loves playing with the trains, a love picked up from working at his Dad’s hobby store.

The boy hears footsteps coming down the basement stairs. It’s his Dad.

His Dad says, I need to talk to you.

This is strange, the boy thought. Dad never talks to me about anything.

Your Mom and I don’t love each other anymore, says the boy’s Dad, and we are getting a divorce.

And just like that, whatever shred of family the boy had was destroyed.

It wasn’t long before the divorce was final.

The boy is in ninth grade and it is graduation time. His parents both want to come to his graduation but the boy says, I am not going to graduation, and that was that.

Tenth grade. High School. All the ninth graders from Central, Donnell, and Glenwood would join the older students at Findlay High School, making the school one of the largest in Ohio.

The boy’s friends would all be there, His school friends, his church friends, and the boys he played baseball and basketball with.

The boy’s Dad remarried, a girl 18 years younger than his Dad. She has a baby. In a few short years the boy would be dating women the age of his Dad’s new wife. She was never more than Dad’s new wife. The boy had a mother, and he only needed one of those.

Fall turned to Winter and then one early Spring day the boy’s Dad says, we are moving to Arizona.

What? the boy thought. You can’t do this to me. All my friends are here. You promised, no more moving. Two and one-half years, the longest the boy ever lived in one place, and now he had to move.

Upset, angry, bitter, and no one seemed to care.

On a Saturday in March, 1973 the auctioneer’s voice rang out and everything but essentials are sold to strangers who came to gawk at household goods.  And with auction proceeds in hand the Gerencsers pile into two cars and move to Tucson, Arizona. Later and the finance company would track down the boy’s Dad and repossess the cars. When the boy became a man he then understood why he had to move so suddenly and quickly 1,900 miles from his home.

The boy, despite hating his Dad for taking him away from his friends, is excited about the prospect of traveling across the country. So many things to see, so many new experiences to be had.

The first thing the boy does is find a new church to attend. Isn’t amazing, the boy thought, right in our backyard is the Tucson Baptist Temple, a Baptist Bible Fellowship church! Just like the church in Findlay, this must be God working things out, the boy quietly hopes.

The Tucson Baptist Temple was a large church pastored by Louis Johnson, a preacher from Kentucky. The boy joined the church and started attending youth group. But, try as he might he couldn’t make friends. It wasn’t like his church home in Findlay where the boy had all kinds of friends, and even a few girl church friends.  He feels very much alone.

With the move, the boy has to ride a city bus to his new school, Rincon High School. Right away he notices that some of the kids from the youth group attended Rincon, but they pretend they don’t know him. He feels quite alone.

Rincon had what was called open lunch. Every day the boy would go outside and sit on the grass and eat his lunch. One day, a beautiful Asian girl comes near the boy and sits down to eat her lunch. She is warm and friendly, and treats the boy like she has known him for years. And for the next ten weeks, on most days, she ate lunch with the boy from Ohio. Outside of the fat boy everyone made fun of who rode the bus, this would be the only friend the boy would make.

And then came summer, and the boy hopped a Greyhound bus and moved back to Ohio. With the help of his church and friends, the boy was able to go back to his old school, his old church, with his old friends. Life for the next year was grand, just as if he had never left.

The boy would have to move to his Mom’s home at the end of the school year. This move brought great unrest and turmoil to the boy’s life, but that is a story for another day.

The boy is an old man now, and as he watches The Sing-Off, he sees a girl that brings to his mind a time long ago, when a beautiful girl took the time to befriend a friendless boy from Ohio. It reminds him that moments of kindness are often remembered for a lifetime.



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  1. kittybrat

    Bruce, this is a good story.
    Kindness is forever. I was watching that sing-off, and I know the woman you saw… how wonderful!
    Kindness is the best gift.

  2. Karen the rock whisperer

    I love the goodness in this story. I’m so sorry your young life was filled with such turmoil.

  3. Brian

    I think there are times of our lives, experiences that set us apart from the rest. Adolescence, in itself is especially full of displacement and change… adding a major family breakup and moving far away, further estranges. When I was around that age, we had to move too. The divorce was my dad coming close to a nervous collapse as his church split and a portion of the congregation turned against him. He literally built the church there and never understood the basic rule of preaching, to not overstay your allotted sermon allowance.
    The move was less than a hundred miles but it might have well been to Mars. My whole world suddenly vanished. Where I grew up, a guy wearing white socks was cool and where I moved, only a complete twit wore them. Everything changed overnight right down to my socks.
    My dad sold vacuums too, and tried a few other things like that before taking a job in a factory until he could get another church. We never went back home…. after awhile I made a friend at school but I realized that nothing is really fixed and everything can change. God didn’t move with me… I missed him a lot but it was clear to me that he was not going to come along. The prick had gone over to the other side…
    I guess that was an act of kindness, to reveal himself finally as smoke…

    1. Brian

      Oops, didn’t quite finish that…. During this period of great change I discovered Janis Ian, the American folk singer. Her ‘Society’s Child’ hit the spot for this youngster. She did me a wonderful kindness publishing her work. It was in that place and time, looking out a basement window that I realized written words that mattered were not from God, the great unknown but from people who found themselves in turmoil and pain, in the joy of love and out of it. God never moved a hundred miles for me but the absence somehow made me more open, more human… I began to live in the world. (Thanks for this Bruce.)

  4. Lydia

    What a great story. I hope that girl went on to live a good life.


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