One of my business partners always jokes about me getting hit by the proverbial bus. He is very concerned about what he calls the transfer of institutional knowledge. That is, there is a lot of “stuff” in my head and we need to transfer that to other people in our organization.
While I’ve never been hit by a bus, I have been hit by motorcycles. Twice.
It’s true. As funny as it may seem, I have actually been hit by a motorcycle at two different times.
The first time was when my family was returning to Haiti from the Dominican Republic on an Easter Sunday. (To know why we were traveling on Easter Sunday, read my post about our stay at the Hotel Masacre.)
The second time I was hit by a motorcycle my truck was impounded, I almost ended up in a Haitian jail and I had to pay (off) the owner of the motorcycle, a passenger on the motorcycle and a judge. (I’ll try to tell of the second crash in a future post).
(At least it wasn’t that bus.)
Sometimes I lay awake at night and think about my own mortality. Do I have enough life insurance? Have I done enough with my life? Will Sarah and the girls be ok if I die (by a bus, motorcycle or by any other means)? Have I shared with my business partners what they need from me?
From a business perspective, our documents are set up correctly and we’ve done sufficient enough planning to make sure our businesses can carry on without me.
From a personal perspective, however, I know that I have not done enough. I have not shared the Good News enough. I’ve not made the Impact that I want to make.
To “transfer institutional knowledge” in a family takes a lifetime and not just one or two heavy planning days with an annual review. This transfer of institutional knowledge occurs every day. And while I know this to be the case, I am not intentional enough to own it and live it every day.
We’re told to live each day as if it were our last. I’ve always had trouble reconciling this. If I knew today was going to be my last day on this earth, I would not spend it on conference calls and replying to emails. Or I might, if I was intentional enough to be using business – every day – to share the Good News and make a meaningful difference in the lives of others.
I can’t control what life throws at me, but I sure can control how I react to it. And while it’s easier said than done, I must react to the craziness of life with Love.
Especially when that craziness comes from a little one with big, beautiful, sparkling eyes shouting, “Daddy! Daddy!” while I’m on a phone call or trying to reply to one last email.
If I could speak all the languages of earth and of angels, but didn’t love others, I would only be a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. If I had the gift of prophecy, and if I understood all of God’s secret plans and possessed all knowledge, and if I had such faith that I could move mountains, but didn’t love others, I would be nothing. If I gave everything I have to the poor and even sacrificed my body, I could boast about it; but if I didn’t love others, I would have gained nothing.
Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love.