Who are they?

I woke up to read this story on social media about a person name Rocky that has been a janitor at his school for over thirty years. His dedication to the kids at the school has been appreciated by them. They showed him the same respect as he has towards them.

I call her my mini me because she has the same birth month as me and we both were born with a distinctive native face (head to be exact).

You'd be surprised the important role a janitor has on a child's life. When I was going to my first years of school I didn't have friends. I was and still am a weird child. Back then it was a communication issue. I didn't speak English and no one talked to me so you can imagine how lost I may have looked. There was a janitor at school and I still remember his name, Mr. Cox. he always greeted me, smiled, and made small talk but only so that I could understand him. He didn't know it but he was the only friend I had. I went into the next grade and into the next. I then ended up going to the next school. By that time my little sisters began to go to the same school where Mr. cox worked. I'd meet my sisters and he'd still say hello and he remembered my name. He'd tell me he would always keep an eye out for my sisters as long as he was there. By then my English was getting better. He was always so nice to me and my sisters. He would at times try to communicate with my parents when they had to go to school. By the time I was in high school he no longer worked there. I'd like to think he stayed long enough to see my sisters go through the grades. He never knew how important it was for him to say hello and to be the only friend I had. He was the only adult to take time to ask me how I was doing. Maybe he saw me struggling and on my own.

When you see a janitor or a person of maintenance do you greet them by their name? Do you say hello? They are as important as the person behind a desk. I'll never forget Mr. Cox. I thank him for being him.

I went to my niece's school today to have lunch. I sat in a small orange chair. Good news I didn't break it. I sat next to her with her little friends whispering if I was her mom. She'd whisper back and say I was her aunt. I'd hate to ever hear she had been bullied. Times have changed for the better. Here I was having lunch with her surrounded by little friends able to communicate with them while I, at her age, didn't know how to say what I wanted to eat. I loved the experience I had with her. It was my first and it wont be the last.

After watching and reading the story of Mr. Rocky, it reminded me of how important someone with his title can be to the people that know him.