Remember Me

I was recently in a meeting with new team members and it kicked off with our boss explaining we were going to play a “get to know you game”.  It was one of those moments that sends adults into panic as we make mental notes of interesting facts and tidbits about ourselves.  The game involved tossing a ball around the room that was covered in questions.  If you caught the ball, you were to answer the question closest to your right thumb.  Ok I thought, easy enough.  The ball started bouncing around and the game got underway.  The questions were much milder than expected – things like what was your favorite vacation, where was your first job and which season do you like best.  One question struck me though as appearing simple yet deceptively complex: what would you like to be remembered for?

Other than stunning good looks (kidding!) and a witty personality (a la the stunning good looks statement), I stood thinking as the ball whizzed past me, how I would answer this.  My mind cut, morbidly, to my funeral.  What would people stand around saying about me?  How would they look back on our relationship and our time together?  As I thought about it, I was sort of struck with one common theme.  I would love that people remembered me for giving them some kind of encouragement in a moment they needed it most.  Whether through a simple “hello, how are you?”, in the form of a helping hand or even a good hug.  I think I would be most at peace with knowing that little bit (or a lot) of encouragement helped someone continue moving forward when they felt they couldn’t take another step.  This thought gets me so excited for bKindly and what an important vehicle of encouragement in our community it could be.  Imagine being that one to send the Kindly to someone who needs that pick me up.  What a way to pass it on, pay it forward and quite simply – what a way to be kind…

​Now, in case you are wondering, when I caught the ball my question was “what is the most exotic food you’ve ever eaten?”.   I panicked, asked if I could phone a friend (stalling tactic) and blurted out “probably some kind of fish”.  Ugh, can I get a do over!?      
xx - deb