A Smile, a Story, a Shine and Service
This is Simmie Hinton. Simmie understands service and storytelling.
Simmie shines shoes on Concourse G by gate 20 at the MSP Airport. I stopped for a shoe shine on my way to Miami this morning because I had some time and my shoes were looking a bit grungy.
Normally, I shine my shoes at home. Not because I’m cheap, I just kind of enjoy doing it and shining shoes doesn’t take very long.
Back to Simmie. When I walked up to his stand, he had a small bag of miniature Baby Ruth candy bars sitting on his shelf. Baby Ruth is one of my favorite candy bars so even before I had talked to Simmie I knew that he had to be okay. I asked him what they were for and he said, “everybody likes a little something sweet!”
“Yes, they do,” I replied. He had no idea how true that was for me. Simmie greeted me with a big smile, asked me to hop up into the chair and began to perform his service.
On Simmie’s head was a baseball cap with the logo of the Metropolitan Transit Commission (MTC) here in the Twin Cities. I asked him about the cap and he said that he drove a bus for MTC for 26 years and put four kids through college doing it. I told him about when I was in school at the University of Minnesota, we used to ride the route 16A to downtown Minneapolis and called the bus the Big Red Limousine. He got a kick out of that and mentioned that he had driven that route on many occasions. Maybe we crossed paths?
While Simmie was adroitly shining my shoes, I noticed that the ring finger on his right hand was amputated at the second knuckle. I asked him what happened to his finger? He said simply, “I lost it in a sawmill.” Then he told me a bit about what happened to his finger and how he came to be doing what he is today.
Simmie came to Minneapolis from a farm 80 miles outside of Hattiesburg, Mississippi a long time ago. When he was 17, he began working in the summer with a portable sawmill group. What they did was moved around and harvested timber throughout the state of Mississippi. Simmie was young, strong, and willing to work so the foreman of the crew quickly identified him as a rising star, nicknamed him “Slim” and took an interest in working only with him.
As the summer of 1966 wore on, the harvesting opportunities in Mississippi grew few and far between so the crew moved to Georgia to cut timber. It was here that Simmie had the unfortunate mishap with the saw that cost him part of his finger. He didn’t seem bitter about it, described the event matter-of-factly and still referred to the foreman, Mr. Sullivan, in a respectful and almost reverent tone.
Simmie described how the finger had been broken at the tip with a sharp piece of bone protruding and almost no bleeding. The nearest hospital was 50 miles away and during the ride there the finger hardly bled at all. The physician in the ER informed Simmie that with the nature of the injury, he had two options. One was to stitch-up the skin around it and leave a sort of sharp, protruding, almost full-length finger that may “give him some problems.” The other was to amputate the part of the finger past his second knuckle.
When telling this part of the story, Simmie looked up at me and said, “I was a young man of 17, I didn’t want a finger giving me trouble all of my life so I told him to cut the damn thing off and I’ve never missed it.” What a great attitude, he made a decision, accepted the results and just moved on. He seemed grateful for how the foreman took care of him during the accident. When I asked him when he went back to work, he told me that he never went back to the sawmill.
Simmie went back to life on the farm, finished school, moved on with life doing things other than working in a sawmill, got married, and had two kids. As a young man filled with constructive discontent and longing for something better, one-day Simmie told his wife that he was going to Minneapolis to find work with a relative who lived there, that he’d send for her when he got settled and his wife told him, “ I wouldn’t follow you two steps.” That seems sad, but Simmie didn’t seem to be sad about it at all.
Suddenly, life was different for Simmie, it was in Minneapolis that he learned the art of shining shoes and he had told himself that he wasn’t getting married again. Ever.
That was short-lived, Simmie met a woman whom he has now been married to for 36 years, they’ve raised four college-educated kids and he’s been back shining shoes at the MSP Airport for almost 9 years. He found the job because he’d retired, was looking for something to do and his wife saw an ad in the paper for shining shoes. She asked Simmie, “Didn’t you used to shine shoes at one point in your life?”
Yes, he had. Simmie applied for the job, got it, and now greets travelers with a big, humble smile, a kind demeanor, and an easy manner about him while he delivers his service. He still talks positively about public transportation, is up on the latest routing, and the new trend of the light rail system here in the Twin Cities and speaks fondly of his family.
I am grateful that I ran into Simmie this morning on the way to my flight. I didn’t accept one of the Baby Ruth bars that he offered and still, I appreciate a man committed to his trade. Thanks for sharing your story with me, Simmie, you made a ten-minute shoeshine turn into a chance to connect with another person. For that, I am grateful.
And for those of you who travel through Minneapolis-St. Paul via the airport, please look Simmie up on Mondays and Tuesdays on Concourse G by gate 20 and experience his service. I was there at 6:30 am so he’s an early riser.
Hello Mr. Gaslin,
This nice story you wrote is about my dad. Sadly, he had a very big health scare last fall and has been unable to work for the past year or so. In July of 2015, he was hospitalized with pneumonia. Then in October, he fell in the parking lot at his church, split his head open and was rushed by ambulance to the ER. He spent his 83 birthday in the hospital recovering. In November, breathing trouble sent him back to the ER and doctors discovered a blood clot. He spent Christmas 2015 at Region’s hospital after having complications from the blood clot. He was back at home in January 2016 too weak to work. After a few months of therapy and regained strength, he was excited to go back to work only to find out that all of his supplies were gone. And he was told that he could not work at the airport while using an oxygen tank. My dad was crushed. However, he was unwilling to give up despite all the challenges he faced. Many family members, myself included never believed that he would be able to work again. He is a medical miracle and an example of the power of personal determination. His tentative schedule will be afternoons and some Saturdays by Concourse G1 (where international flights arrive). Stop by the next time you are passing through.
So sad to hear about Simmie. I am, however, glad to hear he’s back at work. I’ll publish an update to this post on my LinkedIn profile and see if we can build some awareness for him at the airport.
Hi Joel, unfortunately my father passed away this last Wednesday and will be so missed by everyone but his memory will live on in so many people because they remember our father and his fantastic attitude and inviting smile. Thank you so much for writing this story about him. He was so honored!
I’m so sorry to hear about Simmie, Melissa. Please accept my condolences to you and your family. Your father was a man who helped many people find a moment of peace in an environment filled with chaos. Thanks a lot for letting me know about Simmie’s passing, he will be missed by many people.
Hey joel, Is there a way to see the entire story. It seems cut off by the comments. Melissa Hinton
Sorry about that, and thanks for letting me know. It’s fixed now.
I hope you and your family are doing well.