I grew up with a dad who wasn’t super into cars, but I somehow came to the conclusion that I would become a mechanic. As dad championed my dreams he talked about my desires with some friends and I was invited over to an ex-mechanics house to help fix the brakes on his car. This was the first time someone had invited me to help with something like this. I felt super honoured and Special because this man was a really good bloke. One of those awe moments. ‘why does this awesome guy want to hang out with me?’
We spent the day under and around his old station wagon. I had to push pedals and watch oil and see the insides of drum breaks. I watched him put effort and strength into untightening bolts and holding things up and explain why he was doing things. And what I should look out for if I ever tried these things myself.
It was a fun and inspiring day that I remember fondly.
Probably ten years later I had left the church he attended and hadn’t kept contact all that often. But I had sidelined my 87 Corolla as it had broken an integral part that would cost a lot of money to fix and out of the blue I get a phone call “Hey Jeremy, I heard your head gasket is busted, I would love to come fix it for you if you have the parts” He went on to talk about how, in his current job, he was behind computers a lot and he missed getting into engines. I was floored by the generosity and excited to hang out with him again. So for three nights in a week, he came over to my house and fixed my car. His face was glowing with excited satisfaction, and each night we would sit and chat over tea about where each of our lives had gone. Once again, moments I remember fondly.
Fast forward a few more years and I have left my hometown to explore the world, but every time I would return home and attend church he would be one of the people I looked forward to seeing. He would greet me excitedly every time and we would exchange stories and comments about Gods goodness to each of us. He was an encouragement to my soul in a hometown that would sometimes feel awkward to be in, but he was a part of making it a little cozier.
As soon as I heard that David was sick I sent him an email that I don’t know if he got or not. And when he died it took a few days to sink in that Canberra will be an interesting place to visit without him there. I would only get twenty minutes with him every few months, but those twenty minutes and the incredible lessons he has taught me over the last 20 years have been huge.
Big shout out to a very good man, a kind man. Big shout out to his family and those that knew him better than me. Be comforted.