[Daily Impact #53] “The Greatest Gift”

It’s human nature to believe that bad things will not befall us.

Let’s be honest, we all do it. 

‘X-problem’ only happens to people in other countries, cities, families, etc.

“It will never happen to me”, we say to ourselves.

Even those of us that are realists and say that ‘x-problem’ could happen to me and I’m accepting of that really don’t believe that it will.

Today we are in the beginnings of a global pandemic, the outcome of which is unknown at this time. 

One thing we can be certain of is people are going to die because of this virus. 

How many will be the result of how serious we take the crisis before us.

Right now the statistics show that it is affecting mainly the elderly and certain ‘at risk’ populations, but there is no guarantee that that trend is going to continue.

The reality is that we are all at risk of this virus and we are all at risk of death due to this virus. 

This is not some conspiracy theory or some ‘deep state’ bullshit, this is a reality that is happening to us now and that future generations will read about in history books, much like we did when we learned about the 1917-18 Spanish Flu. 

About 6 or 9 months ago, I started a writing project called the ‘Daily Impact’ for no other reason than I didn’t have a better name for it at the time.

I shared in the beginning that I started this project as a legacy to leave my children so that there existed a record of who I was, what I thought, what I believed, etc…

Too often loved ones pass and only in their passing do we realize how little we actually knew about them due to a combination of them leaving no record of themselves and our own selfishness of being too self absorbed and too busy to take the time to ask the questions that dig deep to really get to know a person.

Unfortunately I got off track with this project, a combination of laziness (disguised as being too busy) and a feeling that I had nothing worthwhile to say worth documenting. 

But I realize that is not for me to decide. All I can do is put my thoughts to paper and let others make that decision for themselves.

Sadly, staring into the face of a pandemic and being honest with yourself that you could be one of the nameless casualties of this new threat facing the world has made me realize how much valuable time I have wasted ignoring this project.

If I was to pass in a few weeks because of this virus, will I have left enough of myself behind so that my children will have a sense of who I am, what I think, what I believe to know who their dad was and help guide them as they move forward in life?

So here I sit, putting pen to paper once again and hoping to not let fear dictate my reality and take this project off track once again.

My words and my stories are the greatest gift I can leave for my children, and I owe it to them to leave a piece of me behind that they can one day hold on to and remember who their father was.