The other day somebody said to me you’re getting on a bit, aren’t you? “Have you ever wondered how many people you have helped?”
He said I don’t mean the type of help like holding the door open for someone, I mean the type of help that has helped someone improve their life.
I must admit my first thought was cheeky devil “Getting on a bit”.
Then I started thinking, and trying to remember, and one or two incidents came to mind.
There was the time in the 1950s when I was driving from London to Lymington it was approaching midnight and I was travelling through the outskirts of Southampton, (before motorways) when I noticed a car that had stopped on the roadside with its bonnet up. I pulled up behind it to see if I could help, but no we couldn’t get it going again. It turned out that it was a fellow travelling from London to Bournemouth, and it was vital to get to Bournemouth because the next day he was going to a wedding. We pushed his car into a nearby hotel car park and he left a note on it and I drove him to his parents home in Bournemouth. He was exceedingly grateful, but that’s how it was in those days, you helped others, others helped you. I then drove back to my parents home in Lymington arriving well after midnight.
I thought about that incident and decided that it hadn’t really helped improve his life so that didn’t really answer the question.
I started trying to remember back from my early 20s onwards. I suddenly remembered a friend called Paul, he was a technical clerk in the same office where I was a sub-contract draughtsman. He told me that he had always wanted to be a draughtsman but he had never had the opportunity to learn. Now in my flat, I had a full size drawing board that I used for some sub contract work, I suggested to him that if he was serious I would teach him the fundamentals such as third angle drawing and stencilling et cetera. I told him that to do it properly he would have to spend at least two evenings a week learning, and practising on my drawing board. I also warned him that there might be times when my workload would delay things.
The lessons started, he had a lot of knowledge about the terminology from being a technical clerk, that helped. After about two months of teaching he applied for a draughtsman’s job at an aircraft ejection seat manufacturer. He told them what he was doing and they agreed to give him a months trial, after the trial he was taken on as a trainee draughtsman.
Our lessons were no longer required. My own workload increased dramatically and at times I was working from 8 o’clock in the morning until 10 o’clock at night, but that’s a different story, but it did mean that I lost contact with Paul. I often wondered how he got on.
But I think that that is one where I can claim that I help someone improve his life.
Other instances are when I was a manager a young girl was a dye line copier, she told me that she really wanted to be a typist/secretary. I arranged for her to use a typewriter during her lunch break and gave her some text to type out. There were times when nothing seemed to go right and she was on the point of giving up but I encouraged her and persuaded her to carry on. She became a good typist. The next stage was to learn dictation, I was an advocate of dictating tape machines. She used to borrow the office machine and I would give her some dictation and off she would go, practising.
After a while she became quite adept.
The Chief Engineer’s secretary left and the vacancy was advertised on the company noticeboard. She applied and got the job.
I had to find another Dye-line Copier Operator.
I think I can say that that was a person I helped improve her life.
There was an instance when I needed a section leader, so I looked at all the people in my office to see if any of them were worth promoting. There was one person that I consider a possibility he was quiet and assuming.
There was a problem, he always spoke as if he had a plum in his mouth, and sometimes one or two of the others would make fun of him. His name was John Green, I found out later that years earlier he had tried out as an actor, and had taken elocution lessons hence his style of speaking.
I decided that with my backing he would make a good section leader so I promoted him, time proved me right.
Some years later long after I had left that firm I met him again, he had become a Chief Draughtsman, and he told me that without my encouragement he would never have had the nerve to take the first step by becoming a section leader. So yes I improved his life, and he actually thanked me.
Why don’t you stop and think, “Have I helped others?”