“No man is an island,” and indeed it is true.
Great people leave something behind. They realize that no one can make it through this world alone.
Even when great athletes are awarded medals for their work, even when great artistes are awarded for their excellence, they never forget that their success was because of many people who, together with them, put in just as much effort, without whom, their success would have been possible.
I personally, can never fully repay all those who have helped me along the way, but the least I can do to honor their effort is by helping those who will come after me;
Learn from this poem….
THE BRIDGE BUILDER
An old man, going on a lone highway,
Came, at the evening, cold and gray,
To a chasm, vast and deep, and wide,
Through which was flowing a sullen tide.
The old man crossed in the twilight dim;
The sullen stream had no fears for him;
But he turned, when safe on the other side,
And built a bridge to span the tide.
“Old man,” said a fellow pilgrim, near,
“You are wasting strength with building here;
Your journey will end with the ending day;
You never again must pass this way;
You have crossed the chasm, deep and wide_
Why build you the bridge at the eventide?”
The builder lifted his old gray head:
‘Good friend, in the path I have come: he said,
“There followeth after me today
A youth, whose feet must pass this way.”
“This chasm that has been naught to me,
To that fair haired youth may a pitfall be.
He, too, must cross in the twilight dim; Good friend, I am building the bridge for him.”
_Will Allen Dromgoole
