When I think of encouragement,
I think of Jack Pera,
who stood every year
at the top of Imogene Pass—
in snow, in sun, in sleet, in fog.
On race day, a thousand plus runners
would reach the top,
weary, having climbed
over five thousand feet in ten miles,
and Jack, he would hold out his hand
and pull each of us up the last foot,
launching us toward the long downhill finish.
I remember how surprised I was
the first time, and grateful,
grateful to feel him reaching for me,
grateful to feel his powerful grip
yanking me up through the scree.
“Good job,” he’d say to each one of us,
cheering us though we were sweaty
and drooling and panting and spent.
After that first race, I knew to look for him
as I climbed the last pitch,
trying to make out his form
at the top of the ridge.
And there was. Every time.
“Good job,” he’d say
as he made that last steep step
feel like flight.
There are people who do this,
who hold out their hand,
year after year,
to help those who need it.
There are people who carry us
when we most need it,
if only for a moment.
When I heard today Jack had died,
I couldn’t help but imagine
an angel waiting there above him
as he took his last breath,
an angel with a firm grip and a big smile
holding out a hand, pulling him through that last effort,
telling him, “Good Job, Jack. Good job.”
And may he have felt in that moment
the blessing of that encouragement,
totally ready to be launched into whatever came next.
Good job, Jack Pera. Good job.
Beautiful tribute. Thank you for your hand up.
Oh friend, it’s a relief to me to know that there are many more Jacks in the world, good people who are willing to give another a hand. Like YOU! But dang, he was a good one … oh Jack.
Beautiful indeed. And a keeper.
Heidi, thank you … he was a beautiful soul. A really good man. Survived by his mother, 105!!!
A bow to Jack. And thank you for this beautiful poem of encouragement for all of us – whether or not we ever did the race or knew Jack Pera. Through you, he helped us too.
Love and Namaste my friend, Augusta
Sweet you, thank you. Thank you for all the ways YOU give a hand up. I am finding a lot of comfort thinking of all the other metaphorical hands ups this morning. But Jack, he really did it. What a good man, Jack. Love to you!!!
Im sitting here with tears streaming down my cheeks…so lovely and inspiring! The wildfires in my Grand Lake area,have challenged us too, and I know the feeling of being helped…those incredible firefighters are all Jacks, in a way, and how gifted we are to have them!
oh yes, thank you to all the Jacks … yes to the fire fighters courageous and generous and to all who give a hand up. I am sending you grace as you continue to live through the fires.