He never boasted about himself to anyone even though he had a coaching resume that put him in numerous Halls of Fame. "Self-praise is no praise" he would tell his children if they became a little too boastful. "If we were meant to pat ourselves on the back our elbows would bend the other way," he would remind one and all.
He wasn't a great trophy collector even though he coached multiple undefeated teams, state champions as well as three student athletes who played in the NFL and one who played for the Red Sox. He coached and taught a Dean of the Harvard Business School, Countless CEO's, the bass player for the rock band "Boston" and he even beat the Governor of Massachusetts in the finals of the town Spelling Bee.
He was Google before there was Google. If you needed the definition of a word, the origin of a school's nickname or how to grow your tomatoes you went to him. He erected a backboard made of plywood, bolted on a hoop and attached it on top of the garage where it still sits to this very day. There was always a ball, bat or pair of skates for use in the basement.
More importantly, there was always a hot meal on the table, warm clothes on your back and a roof that never leaked over our heads. The crossword puzzle was usually done in pen, a dictionary was usually within arm's reach and Time magazine was encouraged over Sports Illustrated as the first choice in "must reads." He wasn't a yeller or a screamer, a shake of the head or a long stare usually got his point across when he felt we could have done better.
His trophies were the success stories of those he taught and coached. He never judged a person by the size of their wallet or bank account. He didn't invest in the stock market, he invested in people and dividends from those investments paid off year after year by the "thanks what you did for me coach" letters, emails or personal conversations over the decades.
He felt success wasn't found in the wins and loss columns but in the mirror. He would tell us the mirror doesn't lie and "if you like what you see when you look in the mirror each night, then you've had a successful day." There are three types of people in the world - Those that make things happen - Those that watch things happen and - Those that wonder what happened.
Dick Lynch made things happen for his family, his friends, those he taught and coached. Dick Lynch was our dad. We lost him on April 15th but because of his love and guidance he will forever be our compass. Thanks Dad!