As we talked I learned that Chester used to run. He told me he had been a competitive runner. I asked what distance he ran. Initially the 400m, then he moved to 800m. In college in the 50's, he told me that was when the first wave of Jamaican runners hit our shores. Colleges were eager to recruit them into programs. As they dominated to shorter distances, some runners moved to higher miles. Chester moved into the 800m.
Chester had dreams of going to the Olympics. The 1956 Olympics were in Belbourne, and Chester qualified for the Olympic Trials. That was as far as he got though. There were no Games for Chester.
Not making the Olympics put Chester in a tailspin. He told me that the idea of student/athlete meant athlete, and not much student. He said he left school not being able to read and write. For the next 10 years he was lost, not knowing what to do. He said drinking and partying was a problem for him. He told me though he found himself, and had a successful life, and now is a proud and happy grandfather, who helps look after the grandkids.
As we wrapped things up, I said, "By the way, you said you got your act together. What did you end up doing.?" He told me he went back to school, got certified to be a social worker, and had a career in social work. I told him how outstanding I thought that was. Chester continued running recreationally until his knees could no longer take it. Now he power walks, and loves that.
What I love the most about my job are the amazing people I meet, who have amazing stories. In turn, I get to share them with you.
Charlie