Leaving Our Mark On The World

Life is fragile (or frah-geel-ay if you are Italian.) Those of you who didn’t get that reference, I am sorry that you can’t laugh along with the rest of us! In all seriousness though, life is so very fragile.

We are not guaranteed a tomorrow only what remains of today.

So what will be left behind if we were to exit this place today? What would be said about who we were?

More Than An Honorable Mention

If today were my day, I would want to have more than an honorable mention to show for it. It will never be a list of my so called accomplishments that people remember. It will be WHO I was – my character, my soul,  my heart – that people will remember.

So what will you leave behind? A list of achievements, accolades, career titles or a large estate? Because that will get you an honorable mention for just showing up to the game.

Our Fingerprints Left Behind

What really makes the impact are your fingerprints. Whose life did you touch that it will never be forgotten?

That can be a positive effect or a negative effect as to what people remember.  Do they remember the jerk who pushed past them on the way out of the coffee shop? Or, perhaps you let your frustration bleed off onto the client on the phone who just needed a moment of help from you.

Maybe instead you leave a mark of kindness, compassion, mercy, generosity, love, and grace on everyone you pass?

Our attitudes, actions, responses, words, looks – they all add up to the fingerprints we leave on this world. So choose wisely.

Don’t Waste A Moment

What if we chose to start living each day as though it might be our last. Would we change how we behave? Would we stop wasting moments wallowing in self-pity and anger?

I don’t want to be the person who has so many unresolved emotions when I pass. I want everyone in my life to know EXACTLY how I feel about them – that they never question how much I love them and care for them. I want to have left this world in better shape than when I entered it. I want people to remember the smile I gave them not my infamous eye roll. I want to have touched hearts with Light and Truth – not a pasted on pretend face to keep people from hurting me.

I want to Be The Light.

In the last week, I’ve had several situations through my own family or through a friend arise as reminders that there are no guarantees. In talking with a friend, they mentioned the passing of a high school friend who in good health collapsed and died suddenly in his mid 40’s. One of my aunts wasn’t feeling well and went to the doctor only to discover she potentially had hours to live and the probability of her surviving the necessary surgery was marginal at best. She didn’t even have time to see her kids before they wheeled her back. Thankfully, she is pulling through the situation this week but it is still tenuous.

These are just a couple of examples to remind us that we just don’t know! Not that that should be our focus – one of fear of this unknown expiration date. But rather to remind us to truly live while we have the day in front of us.

Let’s stop wasting it in fear, anxiety, anger, bitterness, unforgiveness, and all of those other toxic emotions that are keeping us prisoner.

Let’s start experiencing the beauty in the simple moments and loving all of those around us.

Be a fingerprint that will never be forgotten.


Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.

It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

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