At my very first Cub Scout day camp, all of the volunteers were given little gifts every day. One day, we received a card the size of a business card. On it was printed this:
A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove. But the world may be different, because I was important in the life of a boy.
That card is still taped to my desk. When I get frustrated with the lack of volunteers or I’m overwhelmed with my to-do list for our pack, I stop and read it again to remind myself of why I do the things I do for my boys. Continue reading