Uncle Tuck’s Rule
My Uncle Tuck (nickname) was brought up in a very poor family. If he didn’t rise early and went hunting, fishing, and or foraging, his family didn’t eat. He was a merchant marine when he was younger and when he married my aunt, he became a bus driver. He was a very important part of my young life. He took me fishing, clamming, and hunting. He recognized that hunting was not for me, so he told me just to walk around and enjoy being out in nature. He taught me a respect for nature and living creatures and often told me that hunting and fishing were methods of getting food and he disliked those who hunted and fished for sport. He often gave me advice, and I listened to him because I respected and loved him.
One day, he said to me, “Listen, kid, when you go through life make sure you pay attention to those people in your life who you will be asking for help”. He said, “Nobody likes to be ignored and then asked for a favor or help”. I have found this rule to be very important in my personal and professional life. When I stepped down as department chair, I was given an office in a row of offices. One day, I noticed that one of the lights in the ceiling had blown out. I asked the faculty member in the office next to mine, how do I get the light fixed. He told me that I had to go into the Chair’s Office and fill out a work order. As I walked toward the Chair’s Office, I saw a maintenance man I know walking down the hall. He noticed that it looked like I was having a problem. I told him that I was going to the Chair’s Office to fill out a work order to get my light bulb replaced. He told me not to bother with the work order. He left and reappeared shortly with a ladder and a new light bulb. He replaced the light for me. I thanked him and he left. The faculty member who told me how to handle the problem came out of his office and asked me what happened. I told him and he asked me why the maintenance man changed my light without a work order. I asked the faculty member whether he knew the maintenance man’s name. He said he did not. I told him that his name was, Vito, he was originally form Malta and he was married and had two children, a boy and a girl. The faculty member looked puzzled and asked me how I knew that. I simply said, “I talk to him. I was on the elevator with Vito, and I noticed his name tag. I introduced myself and each time we saw each other we would chat as we rode on the elevator. I noticed once that Vito was not around for a few weeks. When I saw him, I asked him where he had been. He told me that he went home to Malta to visit his family. One day Vito asked me for help. His daughter was having reading problems, and he didn’t know what to do. I called the Director of the University Reading Clinic, who was a friend and colleague and asked him to help. He immediately made arrangements for Vito’s daughter to be enrolled in the clinic for reading help.
