Years ago, when I was still in rabbinic school, I was
visiting my inlaws and reading the paper, when my eyes glanced down to the
obituaries. There, next to a picture of an older man, was the kind of tribute you
would expect for a local politician, a writer of some renown, a local
character, or sports hero. This man was none of those things. He was a retired
postman who’d lived and raised a family in the same suburb of Washington DC his
whole life, in all respects indistinguishable from any other retired postman,
save one detail. He spent his life giving his money away to those in need. Now,
I don’t mean he was a great fundraiser, or gave to various charities. I mean he
gave every spare dollar he ever earned away to actual people—sometimes in
person, sometimes finding out through a newspaper story about their plight—hundreds
of thousands of dollars, all on the salary of a mailman. And he gave willingly,
happily, knowing that those people—the mother with a sick child, the person who’d
lost his job, the child who’d barely survived a car crash—needed the money more
than he did.
It was a remarkable story, and I still reflect on it from
time to time today. As you might imagine, in my line of work, I spend a lot of
time talking to people about how they want to be remembered, or how they remember
their loved ones. So here’s this otherwise unassuming man willingly supporting others,
and as a result, lovingly remembered. He was recognized as making an impact far
beyond that of postman, or parent, or human being. He was remembered for his
choices.
The truth is, what’s remarkable about that obituary is not
necessarily what he did, but that he represents a reality we rarely lift up.
All of us are remembered, and we are remembered for our actions, for our choices.
We tend to think of our actions as
bespoke, as once-in-a-lifetime events that then disappear into the ether. But they
aren’t. Our choices have legs, our actions are remembered. I don’t even mean
the Book of Life we agonize over at the High Holidays. I mean the people we
encounter remember what we do, who we choose to be, and that becomes who we
are, forever.
If that’s true—and I believe it is—how does that change our
behavior? How should it? If we know we’re going to be remembered by how we
treat others—our actions are not going to fade into obscurity—do we behave
differently? Or, to put it another way, how do we want to be remembered by
those around us?
And Sarah’s life was a hundred years and twenty years and
seven years, these were the years of Sarah’s life. That’s the literal
translation of the first line of our torah portion. The Torah doesn’t say “Sarah
lived 127 years”; rather it drags the length of her life out. Though the
details of her life are left out, Each year is carefully drawn forth, as if to
say ‘the years—and the actions—matter.’ Sarah’s life mattered—to Abraham and
Isaac, to her family and her People, and to those around her. Her life had
impact and meaning, and the Torah wants to make that clear for all of us, to
teach us to make our choices count, as they will be remembered.
I remember a few years ago running into a woman, about my
parents’ age, with her toddler grandson at a Restaurant once and asked what
they were up to. “Making memories” she said with a glint in her eye. All our
actions make memories, whether we intend them to or not. So, what did you do to
make memories? Are they the actions you want remembered in your obituary? What
will you do to be remembered? For we all surely will, and God-willing, our
choices and years will count for something.
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