I tend to move fairly fast on a daily basis. So when I get the chance to slow down, I notice it—and I’m grateful for it.
Today, I went to the theater and had the opportunity to spend time with a customer and his wife—longtime customers of the bank. During intermission, we found ourselves in a quiet conversation, and in those fifteen or twenty minutes, I got to know him a little more deeply.
He’s one of three kids. He and his wife have been married for twenty-two years. They have several children and grandkids, spread across at least two states. His kids are in the real estate business alongside him. And most of all, he’s loving life.
He shared a pearl of wisdom that stayed with me. Part of what motivates him to keep going into the office—well past seventy—is that he gets to work with his family. And he’s still having fun.
Our interaction was brief, but meaningful. I see him often at bank functions, where there are always so many people to engage with. But that short window of quiet during intermission meant something. It gave me space to learn more about his background, his heart for service, and his deep roots in South County, South St. Louis.
Just two people talking.
A South County guy and a North City kid—me.
Kids made good.
Moments like that don’t rush you. They remind you why relationships matter. And why slowing down is sometimes the most important thing you can do.
For that, I’m grateful.