On Monday I attended the funeral of a good friend of mine from medical school, Andy Greer. He died suddenly while working a shift at Christchurch Hospital. He was 40.
I last saw him at another friend’s 40th birthday in September last year where we had a great conversation.
With his life cut short, it made me think.
I spend a lot of my life focused on impact, on achievement, on accomplishment… but it’s the small things, the magic moments, that are the things I cherish.
I’m thinking that this year I might focus a bit more on the small things that make life truly rich.
I guess they’re actually the big things.
In church the other day, the pastor gave a sermon that really stuck with me. He talked about two people.
Hope doesn’t mean pretending everything is okay.
No matter where you look, all ancient wisdom points to one thing…