Somebody asked me why I write recently, why I dedicate the time to offer opinion and assistance? I think my father is to blame, what he taught me during our short twenty odd years together was this,
At the end when your worth is measured
when they talk of your worth
Your worth as a person
it’s will not be the currency you have earned,
the holidays you have taken
the cars you have driven
The house you live in
Your worth, your true worth, that’s measured in the life’s you have touched
The people you have supported
The people you have defended
The people who you have not let stand alone
The joy you have brought
The life’s you have improved
The love you have shared
The simple human kindness
Because when it comes to that day
These are the things that will be remembered
These are the things that will be your legacy
If we but remembered this
If we but felt it as truth
Really felt it
Would be better
To my father, thank you for the lessons
Why I write–Great post!
Deeply meaningful words on which we should all reflect and to which many will easily be able to relate.
Well said, and we are grateful that you do write.
Thank you Steve
I was very much touched by not only the words of your Father but the way he was a father and teacher of these wonderful life principles. So nice!