Loving Others
Today I felt pretty mopey as I sat cooped up putting together a presentation for work. Jon dragged me out of the house insisting that a walk would be good-- fresh air and such. We walked to this little park down the street from his house. As we walked down the path and up the hill we saw what looked like a small cemetery. We stooped down to read the inscriptions on the grave stones. “He always loved his neighbor.” “She was pure of heart.” “He loved others better than he loved himself.” As I reflected on these words-- the words left in the memory of these lives gone by-- I couldn't help but ponder what I will be remembered by. I thought it was pretty cool that all of these inscriptions described how these people treated others. None of the stones remarked about how much money the people had, or the job title they held. “He drove the best car” “He published a paper in Nature ” “She had the best hair and nicest skin”. Beyond the quotes I me...