There were a couple of men in my life who I can say had an impact when I was growing up. Pete Hendry was definitely one of the few. He was always intentional and asked how I was doing, even though I clearly was the black sheep around church and school. That just didn't seem to matter to him.
I have many funny stories I can tell about him, from him refereeing basketball and not knowing the proper call signs, so he acted them out. I can still see him moving his hips like he was dancing to show a blocking foul.
The other thing that probably wasn't so funny was me racing my car in and out of the parking lot of school, and him yelling at me with his fist waving in the air. The crazy part is the very next day, he wouldn't say a word and acted like I was one of his kids that he loved. He would yell at me in the moment, because sometimes I had a "little" bit of a heavy foot, but then he loved me after and never condemned or said a word about my crazy driving. Most people may not think that's much out of the norm, except that my crazy driving was just about every time I left the parking lot. Again and again, he would run as if he were chasing me with his fist waving in the air.
The next day, everything was back to normal, like we were buddy-buddy. He never said a word about anything. He was definitely a man who had an impact on the younger generation, and we all looked up to him because of how he loved well, regardless of how you acted. Your behavior had no impact on him and how he loved others. He definitely had a very special place in my heart, and apparently, I had one in his. Not sure why, but I guess that's what loving unconditionally looks like. He modeled it well.