About two or three feet away from where I sit at work is the drop off site for UPS and Federal Express packages. When it absolutely, positively, has to get there overnight then feel free to cutter the area surrounding my desk.
Normally I don’t give any thought to what is being sent out, but in the mix today is something that has caught my attention. In the middle of all the card board envelopes is a rather large brown box destined for Green Bay, Wisconsin. I don’t know what’s inside, but it has to be heavy. Our Chief Engineer, Dan Ulmer, used a dolly to pull the package all the way from his office.
Dan is one of those coworkers who I really don’t know all that well. We say “hello” to each other in the hallway and exchange in polite small talk when we happen to be at the coffee machine at the same time- but otherwise we’re strangers.
Still, all the same, it is impossible not to like Dan. He is the personification of someone born in the upper Midwest. He is good natured, kind and thorough- very thorough. Most off all you like how he sounds. He has this dialect that instantly reminds you of the movie Fargo or Sarah Palin.
It’s been my experience that the most mild mannered of people tend to have the best stories. Dan definitely fits that category but his story does not. What he experienced, what he went through, the way he survived, is nothing short of a tragedy? In fact it is so sad that I’d never think of telling you about it… if it wasn’t for that box sitting just a few feet away.
On a winter morning back in 1964 Dan, along with his older brother and their father, set out on a snowmobile adventure threw their home town in Eastern Wisconsin. All three were on the same machine with those in the back rapping their arms around the person in front of them. I am not sure where Dan was positioned. He was only eight years old at the time so I have a mental picture of him being sandwich in between the other two. Maybe he was. Maybe I just made that up.
When you’re from the North it’s the winter that provides your childhood with its special moments. All of us from that part of the country can tell stories about the first igloo we built, or the screeching sound of breaks from a car just hit with a snowball. There are tales of going ice fishing, or getting all the neighborhood kids together for a toboggan run. And for some, like Dan, there was snowmobiling.
When you think about it the sport doesn’t make much sense. It requires either a certain level of bravery or outright insanity. It doesn’t matter how many layers your mother made you wear, even if you successfully covered every inch of exposed skin, when you jump on a machine that goes 45 miles per hour, in sub zero degree weather…it’s going to be cold.
But that’s the thing about being from the North. Looking back, no matter what the temperature the memories all seem to be so warm.
Well, not all the memories.
Something went horribly wrong that day back in 1964. It happened when the Ulmers tried to cross the frozen Fox River. They didn’t make it. The ice started to give way.
Dan was telling me the story after he dropped off the package. It was actually the second time he shared it with me. With most people I would have interrupted and reminded them politely; “yeah, I remember you telling me about this before.” With Dan I let him go on. Not only did I want to hear the story again, this time I was hoping he would go into more detail.
Truth is I am not sure how much he remembers. He talked about the snowmobile falling through the ice. He remembers his father saying “Save the boys I’ll be okay” and then he remembers that rope that appeared out of nowhere.
Dan was saved because a stranger happened to be at the right place at the right time.
He remembers being in the hospital and all the attention and love he got from the nurses and doctors. And of course there is no way from him to forget that painful moment, just before he was released, when his mom told him that neither Dan’s brother or father made it out alive.
That’s where the story stopped the first time Dan told me. It was back in January, back in a time when everyone at work was in a lot of pain. We had just lost our General Manager Karl Davis in a motorcycle accident. Dan was telling me how the sudden death of our boss reminded him of what happened to his family decades earlier.
Since then a lot as happened. In September this television market became the first in the nation to switch to digital broadcasting. As the Chief Engineer Dan became a leading expert in the new technology. He has been interviewed by reporters all over the country, including one from Green Bay.
“Yeah- this kid actually did a background search on my name,” this time Dan’s story had a new ending. “He discovered that I was the kid from the Fox River and even tracked down the stranger who pulled me out.”
In the last few months Dan has been in contact with the stranger’s wife. The man, now in his 70’s, is in the early stages of Alzheimer’s and is unable to talk.
Consequently the two have never spoken. In fact over the years it appears the man has never told anyone about what happened. It wasn’t until the article came out that his wife and his children even knew about the hero that lived with them. They did, however, wonder why he always kept that same rope in the truck of his car- car after car- decade after decade. Anytime they’d ask him about it he’d try to dismiss it with what they thought was a joke, “Oh, that’s just my life saving rope” he told them.
Dan story is certainly dramatic and tragic, but I bet you it’s not unlike your own. All of us- every single one of us- has someone who came into our life at exactly the right moment in time. They were there to provide a word of encouragement, to help us get our life back on course, to let us know that hope was not lost. Most of the time they figuratively (but as Dan’s life proves sometimes literally too) threw us a rope when we needed it the most.
Have you told that person “thanks” this Christmas?
No matter what’s inside, that box is really just one big thank you note. Whatever Dan gave the family- I am sure it falls far short. How do you express that level of gratitude that rightly goes to the person who’s actions let you grow up, to fall in love, to become a father and a success in your career? How do you say thank you to someone who gave you your life?
On second thought, maybe it’s not that hard. May you just do what Dan is doing and reach out to someone who once reached out to you.
I hope you have a merry Christmas and time to spend with those you love. But most off all, I pray that God will give you an opportunity to say “thanks” this year.
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If you would like to read the newspaper article from Greenbay click on this link http://www.greenbaypressgazette.com/article/20081209/GPG0101/812090552/1978