That’s it. One word.

What would it be?

It can be anything.

When people think of you in the next days, months, years what would you like them to think? Say?

I want to be remembered as genuine.

I know it sounds corny, but I want people to remember me for being a genuine person, not only through my words but also in my actions.

I want those I’ve effected, influenced, cared for, loved, worked with, etc to think of me as a person who was honest and sincere in everything I did.

Someone free from hypocrisy and pretense. That showed care and love for the people around him.

How do you want to be remembered? One word, that’s all you’ve got.

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When I die…

“Cuz when I die…then I die loving you”

so, i’m feeling deathly sick lately.

i’ve gone through this puzzling string of nonsense from runny nose, then unimaginable fatigue, to sore throat, to cough to something entirely different where my insides want to purge outside.

It is rather annoying, especially considering its the middle of summer, i have someone new in my life, and instead of living it up, I’m just hoping and praying I can find rest in the night, safe asylum from this ridiculous summer virus.

So, thinking I may have been on my death bed last night (when you’re sick, you’re allowed to exaggerate to extremes the normal you would laugh at later), i thought about the recent passing of Gene, an old coworker of mine, and legacy….

If you can do it better, do it

…that’s how Gene lived his life and expected as much from the people he worked with.

Legacy, if i leave now, aside from random credit card debt and heartbreak for all of the ladies out there…what do i leave behind?

If i keel over in my apartment…i wonder how long it would take for someone to notice. Work would call, Natalie would wonder, Stan below me may notice a terrible odor above him…but as far as leaving anything behind for anyone but myself, I don’t know.

I may have left indelible impressions on people, but the true impact and impression a person leaves in another’s life is never truly realized until they have departed.

I haven’t done enough in this world to leave behind a legacy.

But, I don’t want to keel over and die in my apartment without the people I love, knowing just how I loved them. If i go, whether it be today, tomorrow or 50 years from now…I want to leave something more than my impression behind…

“Death whispers words of defeat in my head, My God I draw near, My God I draw near.”

Do you ever find it funny that, the only time we ever seem to be “getting close” to God is when death whispers words of defeat, failure, loneliness and abandonment?

Do you ever find it funny that the only time we make time to talk to God is for things that we need, want and are lacking.

In our loneliest of times, THAT’S when we reach out to God, when instead hes been waiting the entire time for the good and the bad. Its like never seeing a friend but calling them every time something’s wrong. With open arms, that person talks you, consoles you, gives you answers to questions you can’t find yourself.

They’ve always be there, through thick and thin, any hour of the day, regardless of what they were doing.
You reach out, take a leap hoping they’ll catch you before you fall. In turn, they ask so little, maybe not much at all. Maybe all they’ll ask you to do is love your enemies as you do your friends, respect everyone or just help out someone in need, treat everyone in love, honor your parents.

You’d consider the world of that friend because no matter what, they would be there for you. Yet, we find it so easy to forget God until we need him.

If that friend were real, we would talk to them a lot more than in those dyer times. By someone coming through in one area, it tells you that you can trust them in another. So you build this friendship, this relationship..that keeps building.

When things happen, and the hammer falls, they’re there.

Someone, s o m e t h i n g you can count on.

“Death whispers words of defeat in my head, my God I draw near, my God I draw near….I draw near”