On rare occasions a community welcomes a leader into its fold that makes a positive difference to so many, yet asks for little, to nothing, in return.
Such was the case with Mr Simpson.
During the turbulent times of the late 1960s--early 1970s Dick lead the YMCA's Youth Center---not an easy assignment.
Countless area lonely and troubled youth benefited from Dick's time, warm heart, and his wisdom.
I'll never forget the time in July of 1969 when Dick was instrumental in suspending YMCA Camp Sliver Creek activities and transported its staff and campers to an offsite location, miles away. We curiously gathered outside, in the open air, and surrounded a few black and white TVs. It seemed like a complete waste of camp time!
We didn't understand --but Dick knew.
Years later we were grateful that we left our camp cabins, leather work and fishing poles to witness ghostly figures fulfill our country's promiss to land astronauts on the surface of the moon.
it wasn't until later that we came to understand that by so doing we witnessed in real time one of the most important events of human history.
Nor will I ever forget the help he provided me, and my family, during a time of family crisis ---some 35-40 years later.
I will forever be in his debt.
Dick was fond of introducing his friends to others as "tough as nails", and would often close out the day with a hearty "Goodnight men!"
Dick was a man that helped many, and left the world better than he found it.
---a life worth living.
Untill we meet again... I'll see you down the trail.....
It was a privilege knowing Dick. We first became friends as campers at Camp Silver Creek in Hillside Unit and were counselors together in Trickle Falls Unit. We have been friends ever since. He will be missed.