It’s Memorial Day Weekend here in the States. This time of year always makes me think of my Dad, who passed in 1997 at age 73. He served in the Navy in WWII. I did not know until I was a teenager that he was a decorated war hero. He only spoke about it once, with a very far away stare in his eyes, as he talked about he and a friend pulling men out of the lower decks when his ship was torpedoed in the Pacific. He and his friend received second and third degree burns and lots of medals for their heroics.
I miss him at this time of year, for many reasons. The greatest of which this year is that he would really love the life I’m privileged to enjoy with Maritza, Jonathon and Caleb, and what I get to do for a living (although he would not understand what I do for a living).
So then I am reminded how none of us got here alone. We all stand on the shoulders of giants, whether they be our parents, teachers, friends or mentors. If we are truly fortunate then we stand on the shoulders of all four.
I believe we are then called to do at least two things:
1) Thank those on whose shoulders we stand, both living and not, and
2) Make the very most of what we have been given, making the very biggest positive difference that we can…