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.
No matter where you look, all ancient wisdom points to one thing…
We don’t always take the straight path. Sometimes we take the long road. Or no road at all.
Recently I’ve been making a conscious effort to say nice things to people.