As I write this, a man I admire is on his deathbed. Though I’ve never met him personally, he has served as one of my business mentors through his books and seminars. He’s in his mid-sixties, young by today’s standards. In the marketing and advertising world, he’s a superstar. Just a few days after receiving a terminal diagnosis, he wrote a final letter to his followers and fans. In response, they thanked him for everything he had done over the years. Thousands of letters poured in, each a testimony to the impact he had on them and on their professional lives. For many, he was a true hero.
When I read his farewell letter, it got me thinking about my own life. What kind of legacy will I leave behind? Will I do anything in my lifetime that will actually impact the world, not just while I’m here, but after I’m gone? Is it possible for each one of us to have that kind of lasting effect on our fellow humans or is it reserved for those whom God has anointed?
I’ll admit, I’ve not always been sure. It seems like a fantasy and beyond my capacity to make that kind of mark.