"The article was about funerals, and it informed me that at the average funeral about
ten people cry.
I couldn't believe it. Ten people?That's it? You mean, I go through my entire life, spend
years and years going through all these trials and tribulations and achievements and
joys and heartbreaks - and at the end of it, there are only ten people who care enough
I went on to the next paragraph; it got worse.
Once those ten (or fewer) people had yanked their hankies and honked their noses and
my funeral was over, the number one factor that would determine how many people would
go on from the funeral to attend the actual burial would be...the weather. (The weather?!) If
it happened to be raining, it said, fifty percent of the people who attend my funeral would
decide not to go to my burial after all.
I really couldn't believe it. You mean, I'm lying there, at the grand conclusion of everything
I've ever said and done, of everything I call my life, in those final moments when my entire life
is called to account and acknowledged and memorialized by those nearest and dearest to me,
those whose lives I've most deeply and profoundly touched...and half the congregation checks
out halfway through because of the weather?!"
"You know what? I thought. I don't give a damn what anybody thinks of what I 'm doing any more.
If the odds are that iffy as to whether or not they even cry at my funeral, and chances are fifty-fifty
that they duck out before I'm planted if the sky happens to cry for me more than the people
do...then why am I spending so much time worrying about what they're thinking now?
This doesn't mean you stop caring about people; it just means you don't let their thoughts and opinions get in the way of the forward motion of your dreams and business!
Blessings to all!