I was listening to a podcast the other day when the term “legacy” was brought up. I asked myself what mine was and I had no answer.
I’m not married. I don’t have kids. I’m not rich and famous.
I’ve done some pretty neat things in life, but as I procured my thoughts to search for my true legacy; I had nothing. Air. Emptiness.
My family and friends will have been my only messengers. Then it hit me: my legacy is the way I live my life.
This is why I write. This is why I want to have my own funeral home. This is why I serve.
Now, what is YOUR legacy?