Thinking about Goodness Today

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There are men in this world who you grow to admire having been raised by them.   There ways are not always obvious, but their hearts clearly point the way.  This week as we work on my Dad’s home to freshen it up a bit for his sister who he asked us boys to care for when he no longer would be here to do so, and as I sleep next to the ashes of my father-in law, Pop, who would have joined me in this endeavor were he alive today, I’m overwhelmed with the memory of their kindness, their goodness.  Both men, William Harold Lee and Robert E. Wood, often did things for folks in lieu of their own pleasure or convenience, and never asked others to do what they wouldn’t do themselves.  Where there was no time, they found it anyway.  I strive in the hopes my soul will be worthy of sitting with them again some day.  I love these men.  They taught me humanity.  They taught me quiet love.

by William Anton Lee
2011 November 27
Thinking about Goodness Today

Published by: Willi-Anton Christopher

Born Willi Anton after my Mom's brother and Father, respectively, I grew up Willi to my father's Billy Boy and grandfather's Bill. We had other William variants in the generational family, a Will, and a Billy Sandy. Our weekend's at the family "ranch" in Deer Park, CA, near St. Helena and Angwin, were an exercise in orchestrated choruses of "who me". I walked off a plane in Sacramento, preparing to enter high school alone. When my caretakers asked what I wanted to be called, Bill came out very easy, very unplanned. My father who joined me months later asked me - why Bill. I had no real idea. It was a spontaneous announcement on my part. Dad was a 20-plus army guy who was "Sargent Lee" wherever he went who at 40-plus was still called Billy Boy by his Aunts. Grandpa was the only persona that was allowed the standalone name of Bill. So it was, Dad called me William. I practiced his formal signature which was William. My high school life, college life, and professional life, found me known as Bill. In these waning years I have gotten comfortable being Willi Anton Christopher, as I took up prose and poetry. Christopher is the name I chose for myself, my Catholic Confirmation name. Ironically, a few years later the Church de-canonized St. Christopher. I kept the name - it reminds me of the humility and strength attributes I sought to emulate in my spiritual life, in my life lived. So no you know.

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