Harold

This is my friend Harold.
Not the guy in the man lift—but the man behind him, sitting quietly in his wheelchair on the sidewalk.
Harold lives in the nursing home just across the street from our job site.
Since day one, he’s been there.
Every morning at 7 a.m., like clockwork.
He takes lunch when we do.
And he doesn’t leave until I shut down the crane and head home.
At first, I thought,
“He’s just an old man enjoying the fresh air. Curious, maybe. Just passing time.”
But something about his consistency got me curious too.
So one day, I walked over and introduced myself.
That first conversation lasted over two and a half hours.
And it changed me.
Harold, it turns out, is nearing the end of his life.
He’s battling heart failure and a degenerative disease that’s been eating away at his health for years.
But before all that, Harold spent over 50 years doing exactly what I do now—operating cranes.
He told me he never imagined he’d get to see one up close again—let alone watch one in action, every day.
It’s not just a job to him. It’s his life. His pride. His story.
He has family. Two daughters. A son.
They haven’t visited in the seven years he’s been in that nursing home.
So I made Harold a deal.
He jokingly asked if I’d put him on payroll.
I told him I couldn’t swing that… but here’s what I could do:
 Every morning, I bring him his favorite—a black coffee.
 Twice a week, I grab him lunch from anywhere he wants.
 And at the end of each day, I sit with him so he can critique my crane work and give me pointers.
Because no matter how good you think you are, there’s always more to learn.
And Harold?
He didn’t hesitate before saying,
“ABSOLUTELY!”
Now he’s not just watching.
He’s part of the crew.
He’s teaching again. Smiling again.
Living with purpose in his final days.
And I guess I’m sharing this to say:
 Don’t overlook the quiet people in the background.
 Don’t assume someone’s just “passing time.”
 Walk over. Say hello.
You never know what kind of impact you might make—or what kind of soul you’ll meet.
I’m so thankful I took that step.
And when the day comes that God calls Harold home,
I’ll find peace in knowing he spent his final chapter surrounded by something he loved.
And by someone who cared enough to see him.
Be that someone. Make someone feel seen.
It might just be the most important thing you do today.