Chris Hoot
- April 30th, 2019
I walk by the house the Mike Kolkhorst grew up in, two to four to six times a day; it all depends on how many walks Hobie the dog can get out of me in a day.
Mike was one of the first kids my age I met when we moved to Orinda from Indiana. There were a bunch of kids on Crestview at that time, Mike was easy to find, he was tall, Mike was always tall, he liked cars, muscle cars and hot rods, he was the youngest in his family by more than a couple of years.
Looking back and thinking of growing up with him I would say Mike drifted. He took longer to find his place. It was that way through high school.
Then in 1979 things changed for Mike. Mark Ellsworth was class of 79, after graduation there was a senior trip to Hawaii, while their Mark chased a Frisbee off of a breakwater and returned home confined to a wheel chair.
When we were younger Mike picked on Mark, heck he picked on a couple of us, but it seemed to be Mark the most. When Mark returned something clicked in Mike, he went from being the protagonist to being the protector. He became the one to always stop by, Mike would take him all around in a big van equipped to handle Marks wheel chair, Mike would keep him included, it is as if he stopped being angry and started living and appreciating.
I don’t think Mike graduated with us, I remember my mom saying something about Mike completing his GED. Whatever it was there became a passion in Mike. He studied and became a paramedic a first responder. He had found his place.
At our ten-year Mike was there with his girlfriend (maybe fiancée). He was living and working in Stockton, he had gotten happy and he had gotten bigger as his frame filled out. Think Grizzly Adams only hairier and bigger. But most of all he had found his place.
Five years later as I heard it Mike was breaking up a fight and was stabbed. I keep thinking he was breaking up the fight. He was the peacemaker.
We all take different paths, something that resonated between Mike and Mark opened Mike up to his.
Every day I take Hobie for a walk, we walk in front of the Ellsworth’s and then in front of the Kolkhorst’s. And without thinking I tell the dog the story of Mike and Mark. I am pretty sure Hobie thinks he knows them by know. I know I am glad I did. God’s grace Mike and God’s grace to you Mark.