At a recent men’s group the topic was legacy. We went round and some said they lacked an award or a prize that said you matter, but all wanted to leave the world a better place. As a city planner what I did professionally had no immediate reward, so I told my story of a time two years ago when I was exhausted and forgetful, and no one knew the cause, so I thought my time had come, and HIV was having the final say. When I looked back at my life I thought, “Not bad.” Is that a legacy?
Last night I watched a program on saving San Francisco Bay that included interviews with the major players including Joe Bodovitz. For a year I worked with Joe and a committee of regional leaders to design a regional body to oversee land use, transportation and environmental quality. I have no legal training, but I wrote the legislation we presented to the State Senate and Assembly, and Joe said I saved him the expense of a real lawyer. Old curmudgeon Quentin Kopp foiled our effort in Sacramento, but that didn’t diminish my pride in drafting legislation that would have improved the lives of millions. Is that a legacy?
Or is our legacy reaching the end of our lives and feeling we made a moment of time better for someone? PS: dogs don’t count.