I’m nearly 23-and-a-half years old, so naturally I’ve been thinking a lot about my legacy. What will I be remembered for? What kind of mark am I going to leave on this Earth when my body is buried in it? This led me to think about my parents, and what they had accomplished by the time they were my age.
Before my dad’s 23rd birthday, he had already completed two tours of duty in Vietnam, earning a Silver Star medal for his service. After returning home, he managed to get a job as a schoolteacher, quickly becoming one of the most beloved teachers at Glennbrook Elementary.
When my mom was 23, she fought in the famous Ford Sewing Machinists Strike, which resulted in the Equal Pay Act of 1970, a major piece of legislation for women’s wages. Later that same year, she left her home country of England to start her own sewing business in America - a business that, although small, thrives to this very day.
Thinking about this really gives me perspective, because none of it is even true at all. I made it all up. My dad never fought in a war, and died a mostly penniless limo driver. My mom is a recovering alcoholic who has spent most of her adult life unemployed.
So I’ve determined that the best thing I can do for my legacy is have children who are willing to significantly inflate and/or outright lie about my accomplishments.
Either that or do something truly great in my lifetime which, frankly, seems like a lot of work.