I have often pondered what legacy I would leave for others. I feel the greatest legacy would be serving, helping, and lifting those around me and those to come. I feel that I have thoughts and insights that may be beneficial to someone. A shy, quiet, and intervened nature makes this difficult. Finding both the courage and the words to speak is something I struggle with. Writing allows me plan my words and thoughts and go back and change and rearrange them as I need. More importantly I am able to share things I I could not bring myself to say out loud. The Bridge Builder by Will Allen Dromgoole explains it better than I can.
An old man going a lone highway,
Came, at the evening cold and gray,
To a chasm vast and deep and wide.
Through which was flowing a sullen tide
The old man crossed in the twilight dim,
The sullen stream had no fear for him;
But he turned when safe on the other side
And built a bridge to span the tide.
“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim near,
“You are wasting your strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day,
You never again will pass this way;
You’ve crossed the chasm, deep and wide,
Why build this bridge at evening tide?”
The builder lifted his old gray head;
“Good friend, in the path I have come,” he said,
“There followed after me to-day
A youth whose feet must pass this way.
This chasm that has been as naught to me
To that fair-haired youth may a pitfall be;
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim;
Good friend, I am building this bridge for him!”
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If this is the first thing you read on this site please know it is not all this heavy. I also try and share some funny thoughts as well.
