It has always been that way.
That’s just how it is.
Nothing can be done about it.
How often do we tell ourselves not to try because our efforts will not be enough? Our sphere of influence is too limited, so why even try to imagine what could be? What we desire is something we have never seen, so it cannot possibly exist?
Well, this morning, I’d like to raise my (Daily) cup to a man most of you do not know. A man whose name will never make it into the history books. A man who taught me that no effort was ever truly in vain, and that love was the most transformative power on earth. A man, my father, whom I will bury this week.
As sad as I am that he is gone, I am overwhelmed by how fortunate I was to have had him here. Many things in this life have failed or proven false, but the love my father demonstrated for me never wavered, never faltered. He had not known that luxury, and he swore his children would never know life without it.
My four brothers and I agree: he achieved his goal.