Today, between meetings and a walking lunch, I noticed that billionaire and former presidential candidate Ross Perot died. Upfront confession: Ross Perot hasn’t crossed my mind in a long time. Hearing the news brought a jumble of thoughts to my mind:
- Remember when presidential elections were quirky and not stressful? Ross Perot was quirky, eccentric, and had some good ideas. He was fun. He fully embraced his Ross-ness and didn’t care what we thought. So we grinned.
- Because of my age at the time and the era of his campaign, the only reason I actually remember Ross Perot is because of a really funny impression on Saturday Night Live. Like it or not, Dana Carvey burned a lot of historical “facts” into the minds of me and my compatriots.
- Self-made billionaires are fascinating because they have all the money they need, yet so many seem unfulfilled, or, at least, bored. Bored enough to become president.
- H. Ross is like me, in that I’m R. Adam. From there, our similarities diminish.
Every day is a gift. Simply put, we do what we can with the time we’re given. You and I probably won’t get media coverage when we pass. How we live matters. Who we trust and follow matters, because eternity matters.