What message are we sending?

Mahatma Ghandi was being pursued along a platform by a persistent reporter hoping to get an interview. Despite his persistence Ghandi politely but repeatedly declined to respond to the man’s questions.

Finally just as the train was pulling away from the station the reporter called out please give me your message for the people. Without hesitation Ghandi shouted back “My life is my message.”

I’m struck by a question, if my life was a message – what would that message be?

What’s yours?