A well lived life is a series of remarkable moments.
We have no idea how many moments we are going to live while we walk the earth.
Last week, my Dad informed me with a smile that my Aunt Maggie had read my new book and he gave me her number to call because he knew her review of it would be one of a kind.
I never called her.
Earlier this year in Ghana, a young girl named Mercy touched my heart as she held my hand and asked me not to leave her hospital room. I pulled away promising myself that I'd do something to help her.
I haven't yet.
Yesterday as I sat in the offices of ONE, I received the news that both had passed away.
One, a woman who had lived a full ninety four years. The other a girl with the biggest smile who was only here for a mere thirteen years.
If I wasn't committed to making the world a better place before, I most certainly am now.
Rest in piece Maggie & Mercy.