Anything you did for even the least of
my people here, you also did for me.
When Ludvig Nobel, the older brother of Alfred Nobel, died in 1888, a French journalist mistakenly thought the deceased was Alfred, the inventor of dynamite. He posted a front-page story calling him “The dynamite king! Merchant of death!”
The column crushed Alfred. That wasn’t how he wanted to be remembered.
He turned his attention to benevolent projects and left his entire fortune to endow the Nobel Foundation, part of which funds the Nobel Peace Prize.
When he died in 1896, Alfred’s obituary described him as “a great humanitarian.”
If your obituary appeared today—and was truthful—what would it say? It’s not too late to make changes.
We don’t get better by chance,
we get better by choice.