Sometimes, it’s not clear that anything you do matters. You live your life, do your thing, and hope for the best. At the end of the day, often it appears that no one will remember your little bits. But I remain hopeful. You see, in the end, we aren’t in control of what our destiny holds. We are in even less control of what our “legacy” holds.
This, for instance, is a photo of my grandfather, Lt. Col James Hudson Carr, Sr. (the black guy), in Korea. Standing to his left (your right) is future General Choi Hong Hi, the founder of Taekwondo. (We’ve had independent verification that this is General Choi, but you can also see his name tag reads Choi.) This wasn’t taken because of General Choi; it was just my grandfather taking a photo with some friends and comrades. Without meaning to, he participated in a bit of history. And, since I could find no photos of Choi at this age, maybe it matters.
Maybe it all matters; perhaps we are just collections of small moments, and each can be the one that they always remember. Perhaps I shall simply … try.