Why I made the choice to do massage therapy:
LIVE A LIFE THAT MATTERS…
Ready or not, some day it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunshine, no days, no hours or minutes. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else. Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned or what you were owed. Your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies will finally disappear. So, too, your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists will all expire. The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away. It won’t matter where you came from, or on what side of the tracks you lived. It won’t matter whether you were beautiful or brilliant. Our gender, skin color, ethnicity will be irrelevant.
So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured? What will matter is not what you bought, but what you built; not what you got, but what you gave. What will matter is not your success, but your significance. What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught. What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage and sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example. What will matter is not your competence, but your character. What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you’re gone. What will matter are not your memories, but the memories that live in those who loved you. What will matter is how long you will be remembered, by whom and for what. Living a life that matters doesn’t happen by accident. It’s not a matter of circumstance… It’s a matter of choice. Choose wisely.
(The above poem is dedicated in loving memory of my beloved father and mother who were the epitome of living a life that mattered. This poem is additionally dedicated to my Uncle Rudy who spent a majority of his life caring for his special needs brother, David, and to my son Brendon who has grown into a man I am very proud of.
© 2003 Michael Josephson at charactercounts.org. Reprinted with permission.
"I pray give skill to my hands, clear vision to my mind, and kindness and meekness to my heart. Give me singleness of purpose, strength to lift up a part of the burden of my suffering from fellow men and a true realization of the privilege that is mine." ~ Mother Teresa