I read this post by Eric Meyer this morning—his reflections written in the few hours before taking his five year-old daughter to receive treatment for cancer on her brainstem—treatment that may cause permanent cognitive damage.
I immediately began crying.
Simply imagining going through that experience with one of our children brought me to my knees. I am in awe of Eric’s attitude and everything in my heart goes out to him and his family.
It’s hard not to read something like this without become deeply reflective. My reflection was an overwhelming sense of gratitude that again brought me to tears, laying just feet from my four year-old daughter who slept soundly and healthily in her bed in the silence and the dark of the early morning.
Set aside the incredible privilege I have experienced—growing up with more than enough of whatever I needed, cared about and well cared for in a wonderful family who as adults are all among my best friends, and the no-way-this-was-my-doing level of good fortune I’ve had in business.
If all I get in my entire life is to have had the real, true love of the most amazing woman I have known… to know what it is to hear my little Katie bounce on the bed and say, “Daddy, I love you a million-million times to the moon and back”, or to get to see that huge smile on his face when my little boy calls out, “Da! Da!!” when I walk in the door—if that’s all I get, I have no excuse.
No excuse not to be grateful for the rest of my life.
No excuse not to be the best version of myself that I can so that others can get the most out of what I have to give.
No excuse at all.