Sometimes the Stories Write Themselves

I first met this mopped headed, outdoor loving boy when he was 8-years-old. Not soon after we were matched in the Big Brother’s program. It’s been 15 years since that day and much has happened in both our lives. His though has the makings of a great story. His real dad had disappeared when he was just a toddler. My role was to get together with him weekly and do an activity that he enjoyed. Whether it be fishing, camping, skiing, or playing his beloved game of soccer, his enthusiastic spirit was a joy to observe.

We continued our activities right through high school and he even used my car to learn how to drive. After graduating, he enrolled at the University of Colorado and graduated four years later with a degree in Biology and Environmental Ecology. What was he going to do now with his life and new degree? Certainly not sit in an office away from the outdoors. Several hints arrived when I began getting emails and calls from several environmental organizations.

This weekend my young friend starts his first real job as a research field technician for Rocky Mountain Bird Observatory. His first assignment makes me glad its not me, but he hasn’t stopped smiling: Three months in the rugged northern mountains of New Mexico studying the Mexican Spotted Owl. This is an endangered species and answers to its slow demise hope to come from this study.

I asked him to write a journal of his experience in the hopes of posting his thoughts here. He’ll have plenty of time in the wilderness where his only companions will be another field technician and recordings that they’ll play in the middle of the night to attract the owls to their location.

Good luck, Little Brother. You are on your way!

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About Greg Pattridge

Climbing another mountain...writing middle grade novels.
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3 Responses to Sometimes the Stories Write Themselves

  1. Wonderful. Isn’t it great when we give a little how much comes back? I’ll bet you swell with pride whenever you think of him. I’ll look forward to reports from the field.

  2. True stories are often the best.

  3. this is so wonderful!! what a great true story 🙂 the best!

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