Looking back on more than eighty years, I see my life has been dedicated to service. I believe it is God’s will to use me in this way, having given me the joy to serve since my youth. It all started in late 1947.
Shortly after my brother’s birth nearly 79 years ago, my mother’s serious illness required me, at only four years old, to assume responsibilities far beyond my age. This formative experience instilled in me a lifelong commitment to serving others, shaping my future across various roles and environments. Assisting my mother not only established a profound spiritual connection between us but also nurtured a sense of spirituality within myself, a blessing that has guided me countless times throughout my life.
It was only after 61 years, during a pivotal journey to Los Angeles, that I gained full clarity about my life’s direction. In quiet moments while driving, significant turning points became apparent, illuminating how faith has continuously guided me toward a purpose of service.
When I was eleven months old, my mother recorded in her diary: “Allan is walking and we are putting him in his own bedroom!” My earliest memories include my father encouraging me, “Allan! It’s time for bed. Go to your room and get a book.” I vividly recall running down the hallway to select my favorite book and joining him on his rocking chair in his bedroom, where he would enthusiastically read the story of Jiggers. These moments forged a lasting bond and were instrumental in developing my passion for reading, storytelling, writing, and continuous learning.
Reflecting on these experiences, I am intrigued by the ways our early memories influence our perspectives and actions. I believe it is valuable to identify and contemplate such turning points early in life, enabling us to act deliberately and maximize the benefits of our experiences.
Reviewing the series of events that led me to embrace my mission of serving others has been enlightening. At my mother-in-law’s funeral, a poem was recited that deeply resonated with me:
“Others”
By Charles D. Meigs
Lord help me live from day to day
In such a self-forgetful way
That even when I kneel to pray
My prayer shall be for – Others.
Help me in all the work I do
To ever be sincere and true
And know that all I do for you
Must needs be done for – Others.
Let “Self” be crucified and slain
And buried deep; and all in vain
May efforts be to rise again
Unless to live for – Others.
And when my work on earth is done
And my new work in heaven’s begun
May I forget the crown I’ve won
While thinking still of – Others.
Others, Lord, yes others
Let this my motto be
Help me to live for others
That I may live like Thee.
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TURNING POINTS
I feel a profound sense of gratitude whenever I get the chance to help someone, regardless of whether they are a friend or a stranger. This feeling is truly precious to me, another turning point to cherish.