When Nathan was in 6th grade, there was one experience that I vividly remember, which I believe, showed his true colors.

It was the end of the day, and as we were waiting for the bell to ring, several boys were taking turns doing pull-ups in the door frame, which jutted out just enough for them to get a good grip. As most boys could only do 2-3, there were cries of “Dude, let me try, I can beat you.” Each boy took his turn, or in some cases, several turns, but Nate just stood back and watched. As always, he had the cutest little smirk on his face, as he watched the bravado of the others.

At the time, Nate was doing gymnastics, so I knew this could be a forte’ for him. Yet, true to his character, he stood back and let the others be loud and assuming while he just watched patiently. Finally, I took it upon myself to say “I want to see Nathan do it. Nate are you game?” It was just the push he needed, as he jumped into the door frame and proceeded to do no less than 15 pull ups. With each one, he glided through the air, much to the awe of the other kids. When he finished, all the other boys just backed away. No one wanted to challenge him. One of his classmates said “Hey, Nate, how come you didn’t say you could do that earlier?” His response was short and sweet: “I don’t know. I guess I just don’t like to show off.”

That moment has captured the Nathan I knew. Not really one to show off, or talk a lot, especially not about himself. But, when he gave something his best effort, and believed he could do something, the results left everyone around him in awe.

Nathan you are loved by many, and your sweet, quiet demeanor will be greatly missed. Please know how many people you touched while you were here. Our time with you was a gift.