Mad for…Marshall

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(Day 6 of 365)

For more years than I care to count, Marshall Scheper has been the good Samaritan of the St. Louis de Montfort CYO program.  There are few volunteer posts more thankless than that of GYM MANAGER at a Catholic parish.

Marshall is a fixture in the SLDM gym.  He’s set up and torn down more temporary bleachers than one can imagine.  He’s pushed a broom, calmed down referees, and kept toddlers with basketballs from unknowingly checking themselves into games they were a little too young to enter, cute as they are wandering in from the sidelines.  He’s had to handle some inappropriate fans and settle a few heated disputes, too.

More than that, he’s simply EVER PRESENT.  No matter the hour of day, if there’s a game at the SLDM gym, Marshall shows up to keep the ship afloat.  Do you know how many sporting events that means he’s seen?  Me neither…but it’s A LOT.  He doesn’t have kids playing in any of those games, folks.  He’s just giving his time for the sake of others.

Do you know what else the gym manager is in charge of handling?  Making sure every team gets practice time in the gym.  That includes grade school boys and girls basketball, high school teams, volleyball…even sometimes baseball, wrestling, and lacrosse.  Who am I forgetting?  Oh yes, there’s working around the school Christmas program, Art and Music events, Christmas and Easter masses, etc.   Did I mention there’s only ONE gym at SLDM?  That’s a lot of people arm wrestling for precious little time available.  Marshall takes all that on in service of many, because he is a self-sacrificing, kind, magnanimous soul.

Marshall to me can be described most aptly with the word selfless.

We could all stand to take a page out his playbook.  Thank you, Marshall, for all you do for the sake of the children and families of your parish.  YOU ARE THE REAL DEAL.

Mad for…Dave

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Meet Dr. Dave Hollensbe.  I just always call him “Doc”.  Doc is a big fan of words like “hyperoxaluria” and “lithogenic”.  With his tongue firmly planted in his cheek, the Doc says “big words and doctor talk makes me feel so smart.”  He needn’t waste so much energy convincing me.  I already knew he was deeply sagacious.  See what I did there in your honor, big guy?

In all seriousness, Dave Hollensbe is both knowledgeable and prudent.   He’s a brilliant Urologist to whom I owe the last four kidney stone free years, the only 4 in a row of my entire adult life.  He’s a beast breaking rocks up with a laser too.  Also, his wise and timely aid is largely responsible for saving the life of my Dad, who became quite ill a few years back.

Doc is the father of three adult sons he’s crazy about and the husband of Teresa, a wife he quite clearly adores.  He’s a faithful Catholic man with a tough looking exterior, but try as he might with his quick wit and sarcasm, he’s unable to hide from this particular patient that underneath lies a teddy bear.

When my oldest college boy had a kidney stone incident a year or two ago, Dr. Hollensbe rang my cellphone and asked to talk to the kid while we were on the highway (from the Cincy ER) and headed home– to tell my Nick to come by his office at 7am the next morning.  We later found out it was his day off.  I can’t imagine how many of his urologic oncology patients and their families who have been treated with similar kindness over the years.

Rumor has it that Doc is a big fan of both golf and cigars…and he knows how to work the beads on a rosary.  Here are two things I know for sure. First, for the generous and compassionate human being that he is, I truly love this man.   Second,  If the old song holds true and “they’ll know we are Christians by our love”, then this guy, Dave, is going to be convicted.

Hate your luck, Doc.   🙂