What Will History Remember Me For?

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God came to me in a vision last night and said “John, what do you want to be remembered for?”  I started thinking of all the good things that I have done.  I then started thinking of the 1000 or more blogs that I have written.  I thought of the four books that I have published.  I thought of the people that I have helped.  I thought of the speeches and presentations that I have given.  I thought of the classes and courses that I have taught.  I thought of the companies that I helped when I was consulting.  I had visions of all the great places that Karen and I have visited.  Soon I came up with a list of things that I really would like to be remembered for.  I had at least one hundred things on my list.

God I called out; I have my list.”  God replied back.  “John, I am sorry, but you only get one thing.”  “Only one thing I questioned?”  “Yes, said God, only one thing.”

“Okay God, but is that fair?  I feel like I have done many useful and productive things in the world.”

God replied, “Well, Einstein only gets to be remembered for E=MC2 and Theodore Sturgeon only gets to be remembered for “Fahrenheit 451” despite the over five hundred books he had written.  Beethoven is mostly remembered for his 9th Symphony and JFK is remembered best for his comment that ‘Ich Bein Ein Berliner.’  That is the way it works John.  I do make some exceptions, but I do not think it is warranted in your case.”

“God”, I said. “I don’t understand the logic of all this.  Many of your people have done so much good work in their lives, myself included and you mean all we will get to be remembered for is one tiny little thing”

“John, most people will not even get to be remembered for one thing.  You should consider yourself special that I am granting you ONE thing to be remembered for.  People have short memories and if I allowed everyone to list all the things that they wanted to be remembered for, no one would remember anyone.  By keeping the list to one item, you will be remembered and that is why you should choose wisely.”

“OK, God, I will get back to you.  This is going to take me more time than I thought.”

After God and I ended our conversation, I thought more about what he had said.  How do I pick out the ONE thing that I would really like to be remembered for?  Should I take a poll among my blog readers?  Should I ask all my friends?  Should I ask my wife Karen what she thinks?  How to decide?  Maybe Chat GPT would have the answer?  I will ask it.

Chat GPT “How can I pick what I want to be remembered for?”

Chat GPT Replied:

Deciding what you want to be remembered for is a deeply personal decision that often reflects your values, passions, and the impact you hope to have on the world.  Here are some steps to help you identify what you want to be remembered for:

  1. Reflect on Your Values: Consider what values are most important to you. Is it kindness, creativity, justice, or something else? Your values can guide you in choosing what you want to be remembered for.
  2. Identify Your Passions: Think about what activities or causes bring you the most joy and fulfillment. Your passions can be a good indicator of what you want to focus on in your legacy.
  3. Consider Your Impact: Reflect on the kind of impact you want to have on others and the world around you. Do you want to be remembered for making a difference in people’s lives, advancing knowledge, or improving your community?
  4. Set Goals: Once you have a clearer sense of what you want to be remembered for, set specific goals that align with your values, passions, and desired impact. This could involve taking concrete actions or pursuing certain achievements.
  5. Live Your Values: Actively incorporate your values into your daily life and interactions. This can help ensure that your actions align with what you want to be remembered for.
  6. Reflect Regularly: Take time to reflect on your progress and reassess your goals and priorities. As you grow and change, your aspirations for your legacy may evolve as well.
  7. Share Your Legacy: Consider how you can share your values, passions, and accomplishments with others. This could involve writing a memoir, creating art, or simply sharing your story with friends and family.

Remember, your legacy is not just about what you achieve but also how you live your life and the impact you have on others. It’s a process that evolves over time, so allow yourself the flexibility to adapt and grow as you work towards shaping the legacy you want to leave behind.

I must say I am always impressed by the ideas that AI will give in less time than I can blink my eyes or roll over and go back to sleep.  Nevertheless, I do not think that in this case it will be helpful.  My problem is to narrow down and prioritize what I think the ONE thing is that I want to be remembered for.  Now if Chat GPT could do that for me, it would be very helpful.  If only God would allow me TWO things, my life would be so much simpler.

I decided to think more about the problem and get some input from others.  I asked my spouse Karen, “What do you think is the one thing that I should be remembered for?”  She replied, “I think it would be your compassion and kindness for people you don’t even know.  Of course, you are not that kind and compassionate for people you do know.”  “Sorry, I asked.”  I next asked my good friend Socorro.  She told me, “Without a doubt it is your kindness and compassion for all the people of the world.  Except of course, those people you don’t like which includes Trump supporters, Republicans, lawyers, used car salespeople, insurance agents and…”  “That’s enough Socorro, I think you have given me something to think about.”  Next up were two of my best male friends.  I asked both of them the same question.  I got pretty much the same answer.  I tend to be kind and compassionate to people I like but not so much to people I dislike.  What was it Jesus said about it being easy to like people who like you but not so easy to like assholes?

All these replies left be in the middle of nowhere.  God was awaiting the one true thing that I wanted to be remembered for.  I was more lost than when I started this journey.  I decided to talk to God some more.

God, do I really have to be remembered for anything?”  “Look John, it was really more of a suggestion.  The majority of the human race will never be remembered for anything except maybe stupidity.  You are welcome to join the club of the ‘Not-Remembered’ for one darn thing if that is what you want.”  “Let me think about it more God okay?  Is there any rush?”  “Looking ahead, said God, I think you are probably safe for the next year or so.  After that I would not push your luck.  That scuba diving trip you took was not the brightest idea in the world, but I had your back on that one.”

After weeks of more pondering, more struggling, more interviews with strangers, relatives and former students and clients, I finally hit upon an idea.  I would toss a bunch of letters into a basket and draw out one at a time.  I would then see what they spelled.  I would rely on the great Karma of the universe to tell me what I should be remembered for.

The first letter I drew out was an S.  Not a bad start I thought.  Maybe I would be remembered for being Smart.  I next drew out an A and then another S.  SAS, SSA, ASS?  I did not like the looks of that last word.  Someone once told me if you start off your day with meeting an asshole, you might be having bad luck.  But if everyone you meet is an asshole, maybe you are really the asshole.  My days seem to tend to the latter.  Was the Universe trying to tell me something?  Maybe if I drew out a U next it was trying to reflect my belief that you should never Assume anything.  I would not mind being remembered for that thought.

I selected again and it was an E.  I knew it.  I was going to be remembered for never assuming anything.  I have so often criticized Karen for making unfounded assumptions.  I would go down in history as the “man who did not make assumptions.”  I picked another letter but this time, Karma was all wrong.  I drew an L.  That threw me out of the Assume position.  What I now had was Ass_ _ l e.  The letters were not rolling my way.  Maybe I should give this stupid idea up.  Or maybe start over again.  But that would be cheating.  I decided to draw again.  I next drew an H.  I now could spell Assh_le.  Was Karma going to spell out Asshole?

I have never been very good at scrabble.  Maybe I was missing something.  My ex-wife and sister were both scrabble experts.  Maybe I should give the letters I have to them before I pick again and see what else they could spell besides Asshole.  If any of my readers are following along so far, what else do you think the letters I have drawn so far could spell?  An online six letter word generator gives me the following possibilities: hassle, lashes, shales, sheals.  I don’t really know what these mean except for the word “hassle.”  I suppose many people think I have hassled them at one time or another.  I will draw one last time.

I stir the pot of letters up.  I close my eyes.  I reach in and pick out a letter.  Without looking, I drop it and pick out another one.  I pull the letter out.  I look at it.  I am astounded.  You would never believe the letter that I pulled or what it spelled.  I will accept my Karma.

I turned over and drifted back to a deeper sleep.  Life can be one great dream or one bad nightmare.  Some nights you don’t know which one it will be.  I hope I can remember what the letters spelled out when I wake up tomorrow.

Celebrities are the Ornaments of Modern Life

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Celebrities, you feel like you know them, but you don’t.  You feel like they are your friends, but they are not.  You feel like you love them, but they don’t love you.  None of these facts matter though and we experience a level of pain and grief when they are gone that is as strong and often stronger than for the death of our own family and friends.

We manufacture celebrities.  We produce and consume celebrities just like we consume products and services.  Somewhere on Maslow’s hierarchy there must be a need for celebrities.  We are endlessly fascinated by their comings and goings.  We all dream of becoming a celebrity.  A Star is Born becomes an inner mantra for our yearnings.  Attention is the holy grail of modern society. 

“Celebrity distorts democracy by giving the rich, beautiful, and famous more authority than they deserve.”  — Maureen Dowd

Yesterday, I found out that the actor and playwright Sam Shepard had died four years ago.  He was aged 73 when he passed away.  This morning I was watching reruns of the Rifleman when I heard that the son on the show, Johnny Crawford, had recently died (April 29, 2021) of the Corona Virus at the age of 75. 

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No one called me to tell me that some of my favorite actors had passed.  Sometimes, as with Sam, we do not find out for several years.  In Johnny’s case, it was only 9 days after he died.  There are no hot lines to tell fans about the passing of our favorite celebrities.  We may hear something in the news if the death is tragic or unexpected but when it is merely due to natural causes, their deaths are usually not noteworthy enough to make the 5 o’clock news.  The exception is if they rank in the top tier of celebrities. 

But celebrity is a fleeting state for most who achieve stardom.  All it takes to become a celebrity is one great movie, one great song or one great performance and you may find yourself vaulted into stardom.  It can be a very heady feeling to suddenly be surrounded by throngs of reporters and fans who want to know everything you think and everything you plan on doing.  Being treated like this is a form of narcotic.  It can be addicting.  You begin to think that you are special.  You welcome the hoards of attention bestowed on you.  You start to expect that it will never end. 

Then one day, and that day does come for most, the news hounds stop coming around.  You have had no more hit songs or starring roles in popular movies.  Your performances were less than stellar.  You were traded out of the big leagues.  You have not recently been invited on the Jimmy Kimmel Show or any of the major media shows.  The fans start to disappear.  You are no longer a celebrity.  Your star rose and your star fell.  Maybe it was age.  Maybe it was lack of creativity.  Or maybe it was simply the fickleness of people who expect their idols to stay on pedestals.   

We are surprised when our idols take their lives.  For famous writers and famous musicians, suicide seems like an occupational hazard.  Why we wonder?  They have it all.  Fame, fortune, and power surround celebrities.  Some even get elected to the Presidency of the United States.  They are the royalty of America.  They are America’s aristocracy.    

“I always want to say to people who want to be rich and famous: ‘try being rich first’. See if that doesn’t cover most of it. There’s not much downside to being rich, other than paying taxes and having your relatives ask you for money. But when you become famous, you end up with a 24-hour job.” — Bill Murray

170731-sam-shepard-mn-1120_93f7a45307fd06eeb16c1a9e32fdd476.fit-760wAbout twenty years ago, I was sitting in a coffee shop in Stillwater, Minnesota when a scruffy lanky tall guy walked in.  I had been involved in several motorcycle clubs during this time in my life and I thought that I recognized him from one of the clubs.  I got up and walked over to him.  I asked if we knew each other.  I then asked if he belonged to any local bike clubs?  He replied somewhat curtly that he did not know me and that he did not belong to any bike clubs in the area. 

I sat back down with my friend Bruce and kibbitzed about this situation for awhile as I was sure that I knew this guy from someplace.  Finally, I got back up and walked over to where he was standing.  He was still waiting for his expresso.  I asked him his name and he replied “Sam Shepard.”  I started to mention all the movies that I had seen him in and how much I admired his acting.  I stuttered for awhile and could not think of a single Sam Shepard movie that I had seen.  This despite the fact that I had just recently seen him in a movie called “Snow Falling On Cedars.”  I asked him if he wanted to join my friend and I for coffee.  He replied “No, he had to go.”  That was the first and last time I ever saw Sam Shepard in person. 

I have had several other encounters with celebrities, but I won’t bore you with the details.  Suffice it to say, I never was invited out with any.  I never became pals with any.  I never went to the Stork Club or any other place where the rich and famous hang-out.  I have continued to live my average life in average places with an average amount of money and an average amount of talent.  Sometimes, I think my “averageness” has been a blessing.  They say, “be careful of what you wish for, you just might get it.” 

Think of the downsides of being a celebrity: 

  • Surrounded by sycophants
  • Afraid to go out in public for fear of being mobbed and importuned
  • Fearful that some nutcase might kidnap you or your family for ransom
  • Never knowing if people love you for your money or for yourself
  • Having to live up to unrealistic expectations of friends and fans
  • Dealing with people who want something from you

But perhaps the worse of all is the addiction that stardom creates.  You begin to need the adoration of your fans.  It is like needing a drug.  You get high on the cheers and applause.  But eventually things change.  You cannot deliver a number one hit song.  You can not hit the ball out of the ballpark.  You cannot write another great novel.  You begin to feel like a failure.  The narcotic of fame evaporates, and you are left alone surrounded by memories of the past.  You long to recreate the past but you soon find that you can never go back.  The past is over.  You must move on, but how?  You were “King of the Hill.” 

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What can compare to being King or Queen?

“I was a common man, and I will always remain a common man. No amount of stardom will ever consume my soul. Money comes, money goes. Fame comes, fame goes. I believe every human being is a celebrity in their own right.” — A. R. Rahman

 

 

3570– Tuesday, July 23, 2019 – We Lose Our Way!

Every year, the first morning of our retreat, we get a sermon followed by a song in which one of the lyrics states that “We lose our way.”  This song “Lord teach us to pray” was written and sung by Joe Wise.  Joe now lives north of me in Arizona.  Somewhat of a coincidence since I have heard his song at each of my last 36 retreats in Minnesota where I used to live.  I called him some years ago and talked about the possibility of meeting him.  It has not happened yet.  He still sings religious songs and records.

I started thinking about this idea of “losing our way” in more secular terms when I returned to my home after the retreat.  Somehow the idea just stuck in my mind.  “We lose our way.”  So easy to do.

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We seek fame. We want to be remembered and honored.  We want to be celebrities.  We give up our lives chasing the Goddess of Fame.  We measure success by how much of a celebrity we have become.  We measure hits and likes.  We honor movie stars, sports heroes and heroines and royalty.  We follow their every doing in the gossip pages and the constant 24/7 news that swamps us with their comings and goings.  If only I was like Kim Kardashian.  If only I was popular and good-looking like Leonardo De Caprio or Dwayne Johnson.  Oh, how much better and happier my life would be.  We lose our way.

“We need money. We need hits. Hits bring money, money bring power, power bring fame, fame changes the game.” — Young Thug

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But maybe our Goddess is not fame.  Maybe our God is Greed.  More, more, more.  More money.  More sex.  More stuff.  More cars.  More and bigger houses.  Bigger is always better.  So, give me a bigger whatever.  Let me have bigger tits, a bigger cock, more muscles, bigger ass, bigger biceps, more hair, more youth.  Let me live forever.  Let me have piles of money to spend.  Let me win the lottery.  Let me win big at the racetrack or the casino.  If only I had more, I could be happier.  If only I was like Bill Gates or Jeff Bezos, my life would have meaning.  I would be a success.  We lose our way.

“We are in danger of destroying ourselves by our greed and stupidity. We cannot remain looking inwards at ourselves on a small and increasingly polluted and overcrowded planet.” — Stephen Hawking

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Forget Fame and Fortune!  They are for stupid people.  Give me power.  Power is where it is at.  The God of Power Kratos personifies strength, might and rule.  With my three enforcers:  Nike for Victory, Bia for Force and Zelos for Rivalry, I can rule the world.  I can have the power to take anything I want.  I can make all the people bow down and look up to me.  I can tell others what to do and when to do it.  I can be the boss. I can be the ruler.  I can be in charge.  No one can tell me what to do.  Those who have power make the rules.  I will be the greatest ruler the world has ever seen.  If only I was like Donald Trump.  I could grab pussy whenever I wanted to.  I could kill anyone in Times Square and my followers would still idolize me.  I could say whatever I wanted to and insult whomever I wanted to, and I would still be loved and admired by millions.  People would kiss my ass everyday and want to know what I wanted.  It would never matter what anyone else wanted and it would all be about what I wanted.  We lose our way.

 “Now I will tell you the answer to my question. It is this. The Party seeks power entirely for its own sake. We are not interested in the good of others; we are interested solely in power, pure power.” — Georg Orwell, “1984”

 How do we find our way back?