I’ve done a few “odes” to
people -and of course, the Duke – but I
realized that they have unfortunately been inspired by a tragic loss, and I
decided that it would be better -or at
least, just as good -to do some “odes”
to people who are alive and most definitely very well. I’ve had the good fortune to have met and
known and been friends with a slew of super high quality people, so this is the
first of hopefully at least a few tributes to good living folks (which will undoubtedly include a bit of
roasting; be warned, ye who know who you are!).
The first “one” is actually a
couple: Andy Windle and Sarah Swain, and
this is prompted by the fact that I was honored to provide the official toast
at the first of a few different parties to celebrate their recent nuptials, and
the following is a variation on that toast
Holding Forth, which I love to do.... |
So there were many years in
between that I was able to hang out with Andy but wasn’t able to hang out with
Sarah, much to my chagrin. But she moved
on, and didn’t waste any time. Sarah’s got an unusual thirst for knowledge, and
she got after it: I kept hearing these
snippets about her: going to Thunderbird
in Phoenix? Wow, that’s one of the best
international business schools going.
Wait, now she’s a marketing exec at New Belgian brewing, one of the
biggest/most successful breweries in the country? Wow.
And oh, by the way, while she's got that job, she’s getting a law degree! Who does that?!?! Someone who’s really sharp and really
motivated, that’s who. So if she’s that
sharp and motivated, how could she possibly end up now with this guy?!!?
Over lo these many years of
periodic adventures with Andy, my wife Ashley would patiently listen to his
latest lamentations about his current relationship and then ask a simple
question: “why aren’t you hanging out
with Sarah? She seems awesome!”
So we were delighted when two
years ago when Andy was visiting the US and we had just returned from a river
trip and Sarah was back here in Utah. I asked “so, what brings you to town?” She replied “I’m visiting Andy” (at the toast I assured the crowd in her parent’s
back yard that she said “I’m visiting my parents! " first And THEN she said “I’m visiting Andy!”).
Despite the fact that it had
been over a dozen years since we’d seen Sarah, we were quickly reminded that
our recollections of how great she was were indeed correct. I remember very vividly that we were
peppering her with questions about her life and saw that she started to get a
little uncomfortable with answering all the questions, because she is such a
great conversationalist that she usually is the one to be really interested in
you.
Afterwards I told Andy that
we were all psyched that he sorta facilitated us reconnecting with Sarah, and I
told him that if he was a wise man – and he is – he’d be well-served to try to
rekindle that relationship. And fortunately
for me – and for all of his friends -he did.
Despite the fact that Andy
lives 7000 miles away, I’ve done more adventuring with Andy than with most of
my American friends, and the reason why is that he’s about as solid a dude as
they come. These silly river and
mountain adventures that we do tend to create pretty deep bonds between people,
and they also emphasize good and bad traits:
when it’s pissing rain and you’ve been on the river all day and all you
want to do is find someplace warm and dry but the only place that’s actually
warm and dry is 50 miles away it’s great to have Andy along, because he just
chuckles and deals with adversity as if it were nothing. And when we are on top of a challenging rapid
and he tells you the line, you know that it’s right, and you know that when you
screw it up he’ll act swiftly, decisively, and correctly to help you out.
This isn't actually Andy, but we paddled this drop on Washington's White Salmon river last week and I didn't take any pics, so I'm poaching from the web. |
I have been similarly amazed at
Andy’s ability to remake himself.
Arriving in Utah 20+ years ago he was a ski patroller/mountain guy, but
in short order he was a contractor building custom homes. Then at the ripe young age of 40 Andy was not
only willing to give up a fine career here in Utah and move home to New Zealand
but completely change gears into an career that could hardly be any different
as a paramedic. The paramedic learning
curve was complex and steep and he was competing with much younger folks, but
it didn’t take long for Andy to make a thorough transformation from custom-home
contractor to successful life-saver. When I visited him in New Zealand it was clear
that that he has not only become a good paramedic but is a very well-respected
leader in the community there.
So here is a couple who both
have a thirst for both adventure, knowledge, and experience, know what they
want, and are willing to make the sacrifices to make it happen, yet are mature
enough to know that it won’t always be perfect, but also that they can work
their way through whatever adversity comes their way. Congrats to them on their new life
together.