I watched a documentary today that...
well... left me...
I really want to use a big, impressive word here.
But I got nothing.
Basically once the closing credits rolled, I just sat there
I was angry, sad, shocked, inspired, impressed.
It's a devastating story.
But strangely and here's where I find the genius in this film
Strangely it wasn't depressing.
I want you to watch it.
This is why;
There's a legacy that we all leave behind.
We meet people throughout our life and
we make impressions on one another.
Big and small.
Good and bad.
I am one person.
One small person among 6,692,030,277 other persons.
I have a large family.
I have a comfortable number of friends.
I go to the same grocery store a few times a week and
interact with the checkers, the bag boy, the butchers.
I live in a small neighborhood and see my neighbors often.
I talk on the phone to strangers about
my bank account. my health insurance. my cable television.
I take Ginger to her Pediatrician and interact with
the secretary. the doctor. his assistant.
I go to church on Sunday with a large congregation
of familiar and non-familiar faces.
Do you get where I'm going with this?
Hundreds of people have in some way or another
been affected by my words. my actions. my silence.
my facial expressions. my body language. my temper.
my humor. my stories. my lies. my truths. my convictions.
my silliness. my seriousness. my sarcasm. my countenance.
I know this is all obvious.
But is that not an incredible power?
Am I sounding too preachy?
And to those to whom I've unfortunately left a bad impression
on their lives...
Do I sound hypocritical?
I can't help it, after this film I'm left thinking...
What will be my legacy?
What will be said of me?
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Im sure my next post will be about something really important...
like what new shoes I want.
I will press Publish Post
and then undoubtedly go about my night wondering
Did you roll your eyes while reading this?
Because I'm self conscious like that.