The parable of the #2 pencil

Like a well-used pencil, I want to be used up at the end of my life and know that I didn't sit idly in a drawer watching life open and close above me.

Like a well-used pencil, I want to be used up at the end of my life and know that I didn't sit idly in a drawer watching life open and close above me.

In this day of computers and other high-tech gadgets, I have an affinity toward simple pencils.

Maybe it's because I hope my life can be like a pencil. With each day, I want to work to stay sharp, to keep myself ready to serve and make a difference, and to make a mark in life that has meaning.

Like a well-used pencil, I want to be used up at the end of my life and know that I didn't sit idly in a drawer watching life open and close above me.

In striving to have meaningful purpose, I know I will make mistakes. But like a pencil, I can turn around when necessary and work to fix my mistakes and set things right. I truly believe, whether we're acting as a business or as a human being, that in the end we are not judged so much by whether we made mistakes, but rather how we tried to fix our mistakes.

I am grateful for the forgiveness I've felt over the years, and I hope I've afforded the same blessing to others.

And like the reliable No. 2 pencil, the number 2 inscribed on the side reminds me that, despite a world that cries out "me first," we are not number one.


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