Paul
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Paul

Paul A Butkereit April 1922 – June 2009
Was there in this man
A scant five minutes in his presence
Was all it took to convince anyone of this
He had an honest and open relationship
With the world
With everyone
With everything
I never knew him to tell a lie
Not once
His simple philosophy
Could be summed up
With one phrase
Do the right thing
What the right thing was
Needed no mention
That you knew
I really believe that he felt that way
About so many of the world’s
problemsPeople, most often know
What is the right thing to do
Deep down inside
They
knowThey just won’t always admit it
To themselvesLet alone
To others
An example needed
To define the opposite
Of pretense
That would have to be
My dad
He was the guy who
Stopped to fix flat tires
Did business on a handshake
Volunteered his time
Trusted his neighbors
One of my earliest memories
Is of my dad
Rushing in to pull someone
From their shattered vehicle
Lying upside-down and on fire
In the middle of East Seaman Avenue
A crowd of people
Looked on
Frozen with fear
Dad walked right up
And pulled the man from his car
The crowd failed to act
Because they were afraid the car would explode
My dad went in
For the very same reason
Mom had a fit of course
But I don’t think Dad could have done any different
And so it went
He was always that way
Which caused Mom much grief sometimes
But as kids growing up
It gave us a very broad perspective
The sort of perspective needed
To realize that the world is more
More than a man
More than a people
More than a nation
That we can be the heroes
We can be the leaders
We can be the champions
If we simply
Do the right thing
Now he is gone
And I am realizing
Perhaps for the first time
That he is as much a part of my message
As I am
As we all are
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