Mary’s Miracle Moment

We all have ‘miracle moments’ in our lives. One of mine came with the unlikely opportunity of sneaking in to see Les just before he was wheeled into surgery where tumors would be removed from his lungs. My friend and I expected to see him down and out, afraid and anxious. We were there to cheer him up and support him. Instead, he greeted us with a smile and hugs, and held our hands to reassure us that all was well.

Suddenly, a nurse pulled the curtain back and curtly scolded us, “You’re not supposed to be in here!” When she left, Les just smiled and said it was fine that we were there. It was ten wonderful minutes spent with him that we will always cherish. This upbeat man was so ready to tackle the cells that were attacking him. After surgery, he said he felt ten years younger.

When I think of Les, I think of a happy soul who blessed the lives of all who knew him personally. His listeners felt like they knew him. With Les, what you “hear” is what you get! He embraced life, every last minute of it, good or bad. He inspired us all with his love for music. He helped the less fortunate, and had a special love for animals. He hated bigotry and wouldn’t stand for it. What I love most about Les is his candidness in his memoir, “Miracle Moments.” He didn’t try to portray himself as a happy man with a perfect life. He shared with his readers a beautiful portrayal of meaningful events in his life; his hopes and dreams, disappointments, fears and struggles. It made me laugh and cry. Les will remain in my heart forever.

I will leave you with this memory I have where Les was recorded on my wedding video. When Les was asked what he liked most about the wedding, he hung his head and looked as though he were going to cry. He responded, “The program.” As he sniffed back tears and clutched the program, he continued, “The font was just breathtaking.” Who, but Les, would be able to leave us laughing over such a simple response.

Thank you for the joy you brought to all of our lives. May you soar with the eagles, dear Les!

Mary Myers-Hall