A Reminder

A week ago I went to Washington, DC to host a consumer workshop for a smart phone maker. To clear my mind before the event, I decided to take a walk through the city. Having lived in DC for a few years in the 90s, I mentally plotted my route to take me past a statue of Ghandi I remembered near Dupont Circle.

I wasn’t exactly sure of the location, but I set out in the general direction hoping my subconscious memory would be strong enough to guide me there. The closer I got to the approximate location, the stronger my desire to see him. My walk had turned into a pilgrimage.

Without a single wrong turn, I found my way to the statue and spent a few minutes studying it. The statue is just slightly larger than life, which seems appropriate. His familiar bronze frame is close enough to life-size to be relatable and just over-size enough to feel grand. It had the impact I’d come looking for–I was moved.

Just as I was about to leave the statue I noticed an inscription at its base. In simple letters without dates, explanation, or attribution (not necessary), it said, “My life is my message.” Indeed.