This morning, like most others, I jumped on the elevator and prepared myself for my 15 minute walk to work...I didn't expect this morning to be different than any other. I got off the elevator, though, with a heavy heart. On my ride down I read a notice from our building manager stating that our doorman passed away in his sleep last night.
You probably didn't know him, but I feel the need to share. His name was Ron Polite.
For the past 2 years I've said hello to him almost every day on my way to work, sometimes we chatted a bit, and sometimes I made him laugh. This morning we probably would have talked about the thunderstorms that rolled through the city last night. His birthday is coming up soon, and his daughter is getting married on that day. I'm so sad for his family.
He's worked as the doorman in our building for 16 years. It always made me smile when I would track a UPS package and see that it was signed for by "Polite", I always thought to myself 'what a nice name to have'. He might not have struck you as a kind, gentle man upon first encounter, but those of us who knew him also knew that his last name suited him perfectly, and he will be missed.
