Oh, back in the 19’s, I knew a man named Abe. Abe had one leg, he was older than the ground he walked on, and he was alone and fairly confrontational to people around him.

He was related to my G-d parents, an uncle to my G-d father. He served in the war (WWII) and I believe this is where he lost his leg. Back in this time, people like him were called “crazy.” He was a crazy old man lost in his own world surviving day to day. Limping through life with the tics, the blinks, and the yelling aloud. He lived in my apartment building in Coop.
I’d say hello to him when I saw him, and he would give me a nod or a small acknowledgement. One day, I was passing by him as he sat on a bench near the building. He was just there, staring into the nothingness and I approached him from where he could get a good point of sight on me.
I asked him permission to sit next to him and he granted me the space. I don’t remember what I asked him first but at some point, the light in his eyes lit and he was with me, telling me stories and talking about the war. In my neighborhood, there were many older people who had either fought in the war or were holocaust survivors. Abe was an American warfighter. He was a good man, and he was shell shocked. He was alone and on his own, with one leg and all the makings of yesterday’s insanity(war). For the moment, he was with me and sharing his story.
I don’t remember all the words; I wish I did. I don’t remember all the stories either. I do remember that from then on, we had a connection and that when I saw him in passing, he and I had something that for an instance grounded him.
To the naked eye, the eye of judgement, the eyes in a glance, the man was mean and nasty. He was a survivor. Whatever happened to him, he kept going and he lived his life. Given the chance he had a lot to share, and it felt good to listen and be a part of the conversation. It felt good to pay attention to him while the world seemingly ignored his existence. Who knows the truth? He could have been a hero or a villain. From what I could see, he was a man alone and in a world of his own.
We all have Abe's or have had someone like Abe in our lives. Whether we chose to engage them or not, is a personal question to be worked out from our own perspective. I don't believe it is right or wrong to walk by people and keep to yourself, but I do think there are many missed opportunities because we don't stop and hear a story or three.
Abe was an extreme, but Stacey (my sister) and I were taught by mom to see past a few masks. I am not sure exactly how it works but it has been a theme for both of us.
Stopping for Coffee

Often, we disregard people who we believe or perceive to be of no value.
A retired CEO, four years out of his role with few connections to the world he used to know.
A retired executive or military member, out of the grind, out of touch with the day to day or without positional power.
The day after someone decides to retire or is released from their role, their status, their position, whatever it was they may have represented perceptually; their social value could go away overnight.
In a conversation with a retired General, I said "I am honored to be able to speak with you today sir, but could you imagine if I tried to have a conversation with you while you were actively in your post?" He laughed and said, "It is highly unlikely that I would have given you any time."
It is amazing how many people reach out to me today and ask to meet over a cup of coffee. Just yesterday, many of the same people wouldn't give me the time of day. Now that I have some value or potential value to them, it is time for coffee. Just yesterday, I was Abe.
What good is this person to me? What value do they represent? Why would I give them my time?
Regardless of their past behavior, my general rule is to meet for coffee. There is always something to learn.
Press Past the First Glance
I met Arden “Spook” in 1999, he was disfigured by skin cancer, his personality was abrasive, and he was loud and could put one off. A retired Marine MSGT in his 50’s with no filter and no boundaries. When I first met him, he reminded me a little of my grandfather. I can’t be sure what it was, but it was enough for me to see past whatever his abrasiveness. I worked for him at a small internet provider. I wonder what you would think of him if you met him. A man with no filter, angry, happy, loud, and looking older than his true age. A warrior with no one to shoot. An expert in many things, photography, nature and many other things. He killed people in his time but traded out weapons for cameras when it came to nature. If he were to put in a resume somewhere or use LinkedIn, he would certainly be ghosted.
Spook had value that was irreplaceable. Once the door was open and beyond the days, he threatened to shoot me, my life was always better for him. A gift from him and the opportunity to meet him and for what he gave me. I know his stories and I know where he came from. I also know how much we came to love each other and his role in my life.
Please know, he spent every penny he had and then some, more than his wife Jane wanted for sure. On the surface, he had nothing to offer anyone other than the other side of a piece of lead or being yelled at. The other side of this was one of the most compassionate, understanding, giving and thoughtful people that I’d ever come across in my life. If he bought one thing for himself, he would buy one for me and 10+ to give to all the others. Anyone in his path was susceptible to his kindness as well as his unusual personality.
He taught me about giving when there was very little to share or give.
What of my value? On the outside, if I look a certain way or if I don’t hold a station or something that seems of interest, what of me?
Here is a tip from me to you. If given an opportunity to meet someone and you can find the time, take it.
Reaching Out and Keeping Up
I have found authors of older books very accessible. Especially if they were on The NY Times best seller list in 1982. I mean, the point is, they have the same or more wisdom, value, words as they did then but now have more availability. When I read something, if I have a question, I’ll ask.
Retired Generals, Admirals, CEO, CIO, business owners, leaders, scientists, musicians, artists, all sorts of people. The stories they have, the skills, their knowledge and wisdom could make a difference given the opportunity.
Worth the Time
Some have read and wondered "how many people read Howie's posts"? I have had many discussions on why I write and who reads, how they interact or ignore. It is absolutely true that if I write a long post, it is more likely to be "skimmed" but for those who do read and write back, if there is a question to ponder or thought to explore, the effort is always worth it.
Many times, I have written about my friend Ron. If it was one person that read something more about him, I'd be happy. Why? Whether at home or at work, he has always stayed engaged in learning, sharing, pushing and helping people. Years ago, we traveled together to speak with a program manager working for the Air Force, he said, "If it weren't for Ron.. we wouldn't ...be here ... and successful." When we left, Ron still struggled with why this statement was so important. Why this is important today.
If you help one person, if your message is to ONE it is always to many if it is received by the one. It is always shared, it is always of value. We don't always have the opportunity or the gift of seeing the tiny domino tipping over the skyscraper.
Do you understand this?
Do you understand that your value in many instances is unknowable to you?
Far too many of us dismiss people for what we perceive as their value as to who we think they are relative to what they were. We may have very little or any idea of what they could or may be to us.
I would offer to you the idea of embracing your Abe and finding your Spook and paying attention to Ron. At some point, you could be one of them yourself. While I have a coach and I love him, he doesn’t need a license or special permit to help me, I actively listen to him regardless. You don’t require a permit to receive or give of yourself, but you must be open to it.
Regardless of your station, your position, your perception of power and value, consider today being open to people. Don’t ghost or respond to people based on how important you think they are. Treat them with the respect and kindness of their potential relative to how you want to be treated as if they understand your value.
As I reflect today, I have met many people in my life that took an active role and interest in helping me. I am better for them all and I do feel blessed and lucky to have had them help me. I also see it clearly as a responsibility to be this person for others not because I perceive some inherent value but because I know that regardless of what happens, it is worth the journey.
I hope this is helpful to you.


