This week, the news of a college teammate’s passing hit me hard. We hadn’t stayed close, but his death stirred a well of forgotten emotions and fond memories. When a sportswriter contacted me for a piece on him, I felt a pang of inadequacy. Fifty years had eroded the specifics, leaving only a warmth of sentiment.
William Wordsworth wrote, “The best portion of a good man’s life is his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and of love.” It became heartbreakingly clear in that moment. My friend may have been a sports hero, a part of epic victories, but what lingered across the decades were the quiet, uncelebrated acts of kindness that defined him.
Very wise….we can all benefit from this advice❤️
Thank you! W.