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School resumed last week amid a flurry of activity in our household, and the daily ritual of balancing my work in the world with my work as a parent began anew. The first day of school, always embarked upon by my son with a bit of nervousness laced with excitement, left me in deep reflection about how quickly the last ten years of his young life have flown by.
From first smiles and first steps to scoring the soccer goal that won the game for the team, my sense of commitment and responsibility to my son and to his generation remains as unwavering as ever.
In examining that commitment, I realize that my Purpose, and how I express it through my work and daily actions, is a reflection of the legacy that I will leave behind for him, and is the representation of what I have done with the legacy that prior generations have left to me.
With all that is going on in the world, it is no surprise to find myself considering what gifts my generation might leave for those that follow, but for me that reflection began early, at the age of twenty-three, when I first learned about the importance of legacy.
One summer day, I came home from work and found my mother. She was lying dead on the floor of her bedroom. Somehow having sensed the inevitability of her passing for some two years prior to it happening, I was able to calmly walk to the telephone to summon an ambulance and the police, although it was too late to niake a difference for her.
As the days and weeks went by, I functioned in an efficient stupor, • handling funeral arrangements and all of the legal matters that accompany such events. Among the many challenges of settling my mother’s estate was deciding what to do with a business that she owned which provided employment for 50 people.
After a couple of days of pondering the options, I decided to take a leave of absence from medical school to run my mother’s business until it could be sold. The business was, I came to understand, my mother’s legacy to me. While the life path I had planned for myself was important and oh, so carefully laid out, once I thought about it, this really wasn’t such a detour.
Running that business,
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