When my last day has come and I take my last breath, do not look for my name to be written in effigy on some great place. Do not look for land marks to commemorate my life. For you will find none of these dedicated to me. Instead look for the homeless that now has a place to live. Seek out the hopeless that now has a reason to give to another. Find those in need of guidance that now speak with wisdom. Find the stranger that was wounded and left in the way. For mine is not a legacy of great acclaim, but a simple journey taken in the fathers name. While no great fanfare will celebrate my life, my legacy will speak of me for all time. Each time someone knelt to God in prayer, giving thanks for the stranger that was there. My name will be remembered at the fathers throne and through out the heavens it will be proclaimed, when at last I make it home.