A dying breed for sure. A lasting 'poitive' legacy is the best thing you can
leave this 'ol world. Integrity 'sadly' seems to be a thing of the past.How will each of us choose to be remembered.
My some say the same type of things about me when I am old and ill. I pray that
those people that love me most are my children and their friends. My I be like
Ray and be rich where it counts.
What a great man!Loved you last book!
I grew up near Malad, Idaho, and whenever I went to Griffiths' OK Tire with my
Dad, Gordon Griffiths would go over to the soda pop machine and buy me a Root
Beer. Even though I never got to know him very well, and after about 25 years,
he still calls me to wish me a happy birthday. He does the same things for my
parents, and I think for other former customers and people from his
congregation. Now in a nursing home too, he continues to call a long list of
people on their birthdays. All the years that I went through college he would
contact my parents to track down my number, and after all these years and me
living a thousand miles away, he still faithfully calls me on my birthday.
Gordon Griffiths and Ray Brown are the salt of the earth and the people whose
small actions change the lives of many.
We have too few of these people and too many of the others. The gem is to have
had the honer of knowing people like this. And by doing something in your like
that they would be glad they passed on to you.
I cried as I read this. The man you described reminds me of my grandmother.
Thanks for this article.
What a great account. Thank you for sharing, Jeff. Too bad we couldn't freeze
time to keep the world Ray lived and worked in from progressing more toward that
"cold business" management style that is becoming more commonplace
I was taken by the George Bailey comment. I am going to use him as a role model
from now on. Thanks
I opened up my email today, and saw that a friend, had sent this article to me,
"Saying goodbye to the most humble man I ever knew." Imagine my
surprise when I realized that it was about someone I knew and loved. I met Ray
and Rose Brown in 1978, in the Waterford Ward, in Waterford,CT. I will never
forget his laugh. We had a little joke that we shared each Sunday. He would walk
up to me, with his huge, infectious smile and say, "I am the
"browner" and I would answer, "but I am the brownest!" ( I
am African-American) Then both of us would split up with laughter as we hugged
each other.It has been almost thirty years since I moved from Connecticut, to
begin a new life in Utah. Shortly after arriving here, Ray and Rose paid me a
visit. They were here for their son's marriage in the Salt Lake Temple. I have a
picture of the three of us , standing in front of my home, with Ray displaying
his characteristic smile. Thanks for being my friend and inspiration, Ray.
"The Brownest" still loves you. May Heavenly Father continue to bless
Ray is a legend in Southeast Ct, both in the community and in our local wards
and stake. He is largely known for his humor and ready smile, but I have known
him more personally for his staid and serious attention to life's ever changing
challenges. He is deeply compassionate and I have served with him for many years
in those positions where he has cried and prayed for those who least received
the attention and assistance of others. He is a gentleman as well as gentle.
Unbreaking and unyielding when it comes to righteousness yet always willing to
listen to all, counsel & correct as needed, and act and work hard that
success would result in all he did for family, friends and saints. I love that
he has the kind of humility that never draws attention to himself but highlights
the qualities he knows exists in others. There truly are not many like him!