An Excerpt from My Personal Journal
I sometimes wonder what it will be like when I am closer to the end than to the beginning. Or even after I am gone. What will be said of me? How will I be remembered?
I just finished watching The Emperor’s Club where the main character is a man who is full of strength, grace, hope, knowledge, virtue, humility, and passion for life. He is totally unaware of the impact he’s had on the lives of those he’s touched throughout his own life; no one ever really told him. He said something along the lines of: “the measure of a man cannot be determined by a single failure or a solitary success” – and I would go on to say – but by the many greater little things that most do not see.
I was given a gift once that had written on it, “The purpose of life is to live a life of purpose.” It is my great hope that mine is a life of such purpose. I’m not out for glory or honor and I don’t seek to impress or to be a person of great fame. But I hope for the chance to make a difference in some part of this world; not to leave a mark of my own, but simply to leave the world better than I found it.
If there is one truth I know it is this: that I am a flawed man. But more than that, the flaws don’t matter. I am not at great man, certainly not the tremendous educator of the Mr. Hundert of the movie, but I hope that I am a man that strives for the greater little things of life, whether they are noticed or not.