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GHS Rams: Commitment

So, here’s the thing…

Last week, Grayson High School finalized a very ambitious football schedule and social media blew up!

Amidst plenty of excitement over many of the players fielding offers from some very prestigious schools, there was some underlying concern that the team might be under more stress than anticipated. The questions about how to take on the schedule and find success were enough to garner some very tough stances from coaching, players, families, and the community. The resulting consensus indicated this community never backs down.

Coach Mickey Conn’s biggest fan summed it up very nicely by reminding the community of how long and hard the GHS Ram Football Team has worked their plan. Some of the kids in this class have worked it since they were 2 or 3 “throwing a football” behind the rec league stands. Make no mistake friends, Charlie Conn (Mickey’s dad) is right when he preaches, “Mickey has always been ready for any challenge that football has to offer!”

In case anyone needs a further reminder, the following article written for The Grayson Gazette in its founding year establishes that Coach Mickey Conn has never wavered from his plans or intentions for Grayson High School football.

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Beth Volpert Johansen
Freelance Writer

The Hero with a peppermint ministry…

He flew helicopter rescue missions in Viet Nam…more than once. It was his duty. He loved his family. Loving them was beyond his duty, it was his joy. He was faithful to God and His Beloved Son. There was no question. He believed in prayer. He loved children. He loved people. And peppermints.

He always wanted to be a teacher, so, when he had the chance, he signed up to be a substitute and had a huge influence on hundreds of children each day for nearly a decade. He mostly stayed within the Pharr Elementary building in Snellville, GA because they kept him busy. On the rare day that he wasn’t called in, he would sit with the kids, eat lunch with a lonesome friend, or read with any number of students. Even the older crowd who didn’t “need” help still cherished reading with Mr. Weeks.

He handed out peppermints and soothed little souls with a smile or a hug. He was always joyful. He was heard to say, “This beats all, I served in Viet Nam, but you teachers, you are the ones in the trenches every day.”

He prayed. He kept the names of those who needed a prayer written down and he would make a daily trek to his church and pray for them in silent contemplation. He also made a daily trip to Kroger in his Cruiser to see what the manager had on “special” that day. That, and to get a lottery ticket. He won little victories here and there. Kept him in peppermint money.

He served his church through the children’s ministry and more. He would do anything asked of him if he was able. He loved children. And they loved him. They would do anything for him and as he grew weaker with cancer, they did do things for him. Mostly, they prayed, which was the best gift he could ever receive. His bedside was filled with loving notes and prayers from his young friends.

He loved his family and was proud of each child and grandchild. He loved his wife whom he had just lost a few months prior. He missed her. He fought cancer with the tenacity of a soldier until his wife was seen properly to her eternal rest so that he could join her when he was finished with the battle.

He walked the walk each day. His kind words, smiles and genuine love for his community was the stuff of everyday heroes. It was as much a part of who he was as the Viet Nam Veteran hat that he wore each day. He never forgot those boys either.

Children grew as excited as Christmas each year as they prepared for the annual Veteran’s Day Program at Pharr ES. They sang for parents, grandparents and other family members who had served, but they sang loudest and proudest for Mr. Weeks.

Our Grayson, GA community is saddened and mourns their fallen hero, Richard Weeks. Cancer took him away in body, but his spirit lives on in each one of the people whose lives he touched so completely.

He remained a teacher to the very last. His lessons came in the tender mercies that he so subtly gifted along with those puffy, red-and-white-striped peppermints… Perhaps he was just covering all bases…providing a refreshing boost for both spirit and body. That would be his way.

Handing over the wheel…

Drew and his friend Madison celebrate their Learner's Permits in January of 2014.

Drew and his friend Madison celebrate getting their Learner’s Permits.

From The Bleachers…Handing over the wheel
Beth Volpert

This month, my view from the bleachers has been concentrated on the last few weeks of driver training for my 15 year old son. While it sounds a little bit scary, the whole experience didn’t turn out to be as bad as I thought it might have been.

When my son was little, he would admonish anyone else who dared drive my “mommy van” by saying, “NO! Mommy drive the wheel.” These days, mommy doesn’t drive the wheel very often.

We started out last January with his learner’s permit. No big deal. Just a test, a photo and you are off. Well, that and the paperwork proving he is who he is. With permit safely tucked into his wallet, he slipped into the driver’s seat and commenced to steer his way around the parking lot for a while before we moved on to the fairly vacant streets of a new homes subdivision. A few herky-jerky stops and starts gave way to relatively smooth sailing.

Fast forward a year…my son has driven the route to and from our high school so many times that I am sure it seems like old hat, but he always remembers to turn to me and say, “I’m not complacent, anything can happen.” That makes a mom feel a little better. That, and my dad has been the same patient teacher he was when I was learning to drive. That makes me feel better too.

Drew's early driving...

Drew’s early driving…

In the past year, our learner has taken on Monteagle in Tennessee, the awkward, partially paved I-75 stretch from Gainesville to Tampa in the pouring rain, and Snellville. Snellville has been the worst. Anyone who can navigate the narrow roads and insane pace there can drive just about anywhere. He prefers Florida-flat, wide-open and sunny. The sunny part is just a bonus.

Now that his birthday has arrived, we move forward into a whole new realm. One in which my seat in the bleachers-or, in this case, in the passenger seat-is coming to an end. The days of digging my nails into the seat cushion and biting my tongue are giving way to stepping lightly around my house looking for things to do in order to assuage my nervous energies until the boy turns safely into the drive. It is a right of passage and one that I believe is best begun early so that he gets as much drive time in familiar places as possible before I blink again and he is off to college or camp or on tour opening for RUSH. I guess if he is on tour, he won’t be driving…maybe mama will get her CDL… just in case she needs to “drive the wheel” again.