Okay, I’ll admit it.  I’ve been a work-a-holic for a very long time. You know those sayings asking you what you will be remembered for.  Truth be told, I couldn’t remember any of those sayings as I was writing this, so what did I do?  What I always do – Googled it.  That vast expanse of space out there filled with letters, words, wisdom, idiocy.   Anything you want, or didn’t want to know you can always find these days.

Anyway, of course I find this statement.

Peter F. Drucker told a great story of the first time someone asked him the question “What do you want to be remembered for?”

When I was thirteen, I had an inspiring teacher of religion, who one day went right through the class of boys asking each one, “What do you want to be remembered for?”

None of us, of course, could give an answer. So he chuckled and said, “I didn’t expect you to be able to answer it. But if you still can’t answer it by the time you’re 50, you’ll have wasted your life.”

At the 60th reunion of that high school class . . . one of the fellows asked: “Do you remember Father Pflieger and that question?” We all remembered it. And each one said it had made all the difference to him.

I’m 50.  (sigh)  Now diagnosed with Stage 3 Lung Cancer.  (sigh sigh)

Good news!  If there was a type of Cancer to get in my lungs I got the best one.  (yipee) (sigh)  This is the journey.  This is when you don’t look at what is still left to accomplish, but when you are forced to only look one day at a time to make sure you can get through it.  The chant in your head starts to repeat.  You got this. You got this. You got this. (sigh) (yipee) (sigh)

So who am I?  A blip on the map.  One person who for many years thought that they could make a difference, but never really felt like they got there.  I’m 50 (shit) with Lung Cancer (fuck) and what will I be remembered for?

Well, since this is my blog, let’s see where this adventure takes us.  And then you (whoever you are) can decide.