If you haven’t done so already, search your world for a true living legend. They are closer and more real than you think.
Here is the story of how I met mine:
I used to think I was clever when I unleashed my conversation starter on unsuspecting friends, colleagues and acquaintances. “Can you name me a living legend,” I would say – hoping to gain a little insight into the questioned – hoping to categorize these fine folks into those who ‘got it’ and those who didn’t – hoping to, maybe, even learn a thing or two.
What I invariably learned was that the term itself, the criteria for which someone could be considered a living legend, was not universally agreed upon. OK, no problem. I could put a quick Webster’s spin on this.
To be a living legend you had to be well known. So well known, in fact, that if my mother hadn’t heard of you – you couldn’t possibly be a living legend. Two – you had to transcend your area of expertise or influence … like Muhammad Ali. He transcended boxing to become one of the most widely recognized people in the world. Third, you could not be evil – you had to stand for all that were good and right in the world.
Gosh, I’m clever.
Not exactly.
