On a brick? On a brass plate affixed to a scarred up bar in a tavern? Grave marker? Name in print? Or in some simple, deep way you touched those in your life with your honest, sincere words and love? I have sat at that bar and gazed at that name tag. No one, working there now, knows who Gene was. I bet he was more than a name tag to warrant even one person taking the time to remember him. Somewhere his positive karma is tucked away in the memories and hearts of those he passed by in life and then death.  

Today spread the warmth, the kindness, the love, your joy to the family, friends, neighbors, the clerk, the attendant, the stranger…even just a little bit.