A little over ten years ago, I met a wonderful boy named Josh. I was teaching youth ministry at the time, and his older sister had brought him to class with her. You could tell she absolutely adored him. And we would soon find out why…
Josh was so easy to love. He smile was so inviting…you couldn’t help but smile along with him! He loved his family and friends, and anyone else who crossed his path. He was funny and charming and had such a servant’s heart. And he loved his father so much. He would talk about his dad with so much pride in his voice; he made sure others knew how wonderful his dad was.
Losing Josh was such a shock. I remember the phone call telling us what had happened and not believing it. I remember the sinking reality as we headed over to his house and sat with his parents; and the days, weeks, and months that passed after. I remember the tears and the sorrow.
Most of all, I remember the people who came forward, sharing stories about how he had touched them; the kindness that he shared with everyone who crossed his path.
Josh was loved, BECAUSE he loved.
I remember when the Josh Stevens Foundation was first started and my dear friend, Drew came to speak to the staff at my school. It was the first time I had heard him share the story of Josh and his kindness publicly. There was not a dry eye in that room; every heart was touched.
It has been nearly ten years since the accident. Tonight, I was honored to attend the dedication of the Josh Stevens Elementary School. And when Drew, Josh’s dad, went up to speak, all I could think of was how much Josh loved his dad.
Josh is missed; but his legacy lives on. His legacy lives on because the dad that he adored has spent countless hours sharing his story. Lives are touched because Drew is so willing to be so real. More importantly, he is willing to show so much love and kindness to those he speaks to; especially the thousands of students he meets. You see, he doesn’t just tell his story; it’s much more than that. He patiently takes the time to listen as student after student waits to tell him their story. To tell him of their loss. To give hug after hug because they feel so connected to him.
Josh was so blessed to have Drew as his father. He so wanted to be just like him. And he was. Josh was so willing to love and serve others because he received so much of it from his parents.
As I walked around and saw the Be Kind shirts, I couldn’t help but remember the earlier days and how much love his mom and sister put into designing the shirts that would honor his legacy. The halls were filled with kindness and encouragement and the inspiration for students everywhere to leave their own.
I had to fight to hold back the tears. Everywhere I looked, the school embraced Josh’s legacy. And I couldn’t help but remember when “Be Kind” was first started; and think, “Wow! Look how far…” Sometimes there just aren’t any other words…