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Fame with no Name

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by The Urban Blabbermouth
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At some moment, we begin to wonder why are we here and what to do with being here.  That moment tends to come when we are at life’s solstice, that moment when we are equidistant in years in front as years in back. 

Psychologists call that moment, a mid-life crisis.  The quickest way to answer the “OMG, what have I done with myself” moment is to look at your accomplishments, the ones that mattered, the ones that changed the world. 


There are great and accomplished people amongst us.  They surround us.  There are statues naming the greats, parks named after them, or perhaps a plaque or two somewhere mentioning their names in bronze.  I have seen buildings with people’s names and I have no idea who they are.   As it turns out, my name does not appear in any of those places.

My accomplishments are not public and are harder to discern.  Sometime in my life, I said a kind word to a person who went on to have a child and that child went on to save the world.  Yes, it’s my fault that this Scientist with an Unknown Name found a cure for cancer.  There will be statues erected to this genius, parks, universities named after this person, and nothing for me who started it off.   A bit unfair perhaps, but I find the idea intriguing because even I, guilty of the good deed, did not know I started it all.  

I have this idea that, one day if not already, I will help a young person at a crucial crisis moment in their life and they will go on to become an MD and end up as my doctor in my old age as I am dying in hospital and they won’t know it’s me and I won’t know it’s them.

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