Allow me to boil the entire human experience down to its essence. People are essentially walkers – or talkers. And unfortunately, most fall into the latter category. I mention this today because just recently, I came to discover that one of my non-assuming fellow volunteers at the Catholic Worker is a supreme walker.
Gregory not only specializes in washing dishes with alarming speed, but also manages to serve coffee and mop floors if there’s but a second’s lull in the almost constant onslaught of dirty bowls and dishes. Now I knew that Gregory works with Doctors Without Borders when he’s not volunteering – visiting all manner of not-so-exotic locations (Sudan, Yemen, Zimbabwe) no tourist would ever go when our hero isn’t manning the mop down at the CW.
For 2 years, I thought that Gregory is just an administrator with the benevolent organization. But I just found out he’s actually the fucking pilot! Which means he flies in…helps the crew unload…and then flies out all while often dodging ground fire. Yesterday at lunch, Gregory described the methods he uses during takes-offs to avoid incoming fire from those who would kill his humanitarian ass. And this is the guy who volunteer to wash dishes and mop floors at one of the seediest and dirtiest places I’ve ever volunteered. If Gregory doesn’t qualify for sainthood, I think we should all give up the pursuit. I’ve never seen a man do more walking and less talking than Gregory.
And that’s why today, I just wanted to remark on how profoundly I admire the man I nominate for Walker of the Year. We have nuns and such at the CW who surely qualify. But none even approaches my nominee. How many commercial pilots (yes, he qualifies to pilot a 747) do you know who mop floors for the homeless? That was a rhetorical question.
P.S. Above is a photo of the type of aircraft Gregory flies to destinations around the globe.