I passed the half way mark in my fifties this past January, and I AM GRATEFUL.
My mentor passed away at the young age of 55 several years ago. It devastated me to lose someone so godly, young and so giving. I recognized then that life was indeed a gift, something to treasure and respect, never to be taken for granted. It was at that time that I began to think about my legacy and what I wanted it to be. The thing about legacy is you have to live it while you are alive. When you are gone there is nothing you can add or subtract.