Where’s your grandma? – The depth of life.

About 2 years ago I found a 93 year old grandma wandering around the streets. She was lost, in her pajamas, and couldn’t find her home.

Here’s the original morning email I wrote about this (Many of you weren’t on this email list back then). It was one of the coolest miracles and coincidences I’ve ever seen.

Anyway, yesterday I learned some sad news – this lady died earlier this year. She made it to 95, and lived a long and happy life.

It’s sad to think about death. I barely knew this granny and feel sad thinking about her. But, there’s also something beautiful about remembering how precious and short life is.

I don’t know when I will die. I can’t control the length of my life…

But, I can control the depth of my life, while I’m here.

Today, I will try to live deeper, fuller, thicker, and true to my purpose. It’s the best way I know how to respect the dead, and make the most of what I’ve been given.

Sorry to be so morbid first thing in the morning! Have a happy and meaningful weekend!
– Joel