When all is said & done...

Nowhere in the world is the story of equality of human race told than in the common destiny we all share - death. We may shy away from talking about it but needless to say as we were all born so will all of us pass on.
That besides ma point. I'm told that when you see people crying on the death bed many a times, pain is never the reason. Regrets are what crash their their hearts till the very last beat. I've heard a rare chance of shairing with people of different status. From having a 100 ml cup of coffee worth 4 USD at Westgate Shopping Centre at Westlands, eating a humble meal in my mom's house and talking to a HIV/AIDs +ve woman in Makima village in Kibera whose family of 4 children and 12 grand children living in a ramshackle room, had gone for days without food. Difference emotions evokes in the 3 situations but the very question of 'What's the meaning of life?' linger in my mind. Well, christian and non-christian will tell me their version of their answer. But again that not my point. Wisdom passed on in my tribe has it that even the trees in the forest receive same showers when it rains but they are never the same size. As we live with this truth, our stories are in deed different but what are we doing to make a positive difference in someone life? We are all lost in pursuit of individual goals: education, career, wealth, family and many others. I stand to be collected but I believe the greatest of those who have come before us are the likes of mother Teresa, Luther King, Mahatma Ghadhi and Nelson Mandela. What they share in common is that they rose above self. It costed them a lot in efforts to help millions of people some of whom they never knew. Their humility made them great.
Friends, today I ask you for a favour. Each one of you should complete the following statement. When all is said and done, let the following words be inscribed on your tomb stone ...................