A dear friend of mine, Crystal, has a high school football coach for a father. On the afternoon of November 28th, her father was in a car accident that left him with multiple internal injuries, a fractured pelvis, and fractured ribs. As I followed Crystal's updates from the Intensive Care Unit and prayed for her family, I discovered her on-line journal entry that defined for me another way to live with flair. With Crystal's permission, I reprinted her "Lesson from ICU."
Legacies with Legs
Wherever a football coach goes, he leaves a paper trail: wins and losses, 0-fers or championships--the numbers tell the story of a season. Sometimes the paper trail makes him a hero, and sometimes it runs him out of town. When others measure the quality of a football coach, his wins and losses lead the way.
Over the past 6 weeks, we have had the privilege of seeing not the paper trail, but the people trail that my dad has left behind in 30 years of coaching. Men and women that he has known and cared for at every stage of his career have called, visited, and left messages for my dad. This is not the legacy that will be printed in the paper. This is not the legacy that prompts a promotion. But this is the only legacy that reaches beyond his lifetime. This is the legacy that lasts.
Now don't get me wrong, when the final buzzer sounds, my dad wants to win the game. But the way he plays, he already has.
His legacies have legs.
Journal: When I think of my own legacy, do I think of leaving a people trail?