It’s one of those proud-and-humbled-at-the-same-time experiences. The Alumni Association of West Seattle High School just got in touch with me. They want to hang my picture on their Hall of Fame wall at the school. Well, gee, yeah, okay.
Now, I’m not actually too prone to humility. But when I browsed the resumes of other folks on that wall, it was an exercise in how to feel humble. My mugshot is going to hang alongside some pretty illustrious company: Jim Whittaker, the first American to summit Mt. Everest; a long list of multi-medaled war heroes and military leaders; notable politicians; world-renowned poets; humanitarians.
It all serves to make me really grateful to those who nominated me and those who chose me over other deserving souls. Wow. I’d better take some time and carefully draft the one-page resume they want. It’ll be hard to match the accomplishments of my company on that wall.
Don’t worry though. I’ll come up with something. Maybe my genetic engineering tool, a molecular handle, that’s used in labs worldwide to study plagues of mankind from AIDS, to drugs, to cancer and infectious diseases. Maybe my list of biotechnology patents and record of discoveries that made an $11 billion company out of Seattle’s Immunex Corporation and led to the blockbuster arthritis drug, Enbrel. Maybe my four science fiction and medical thriller novels. Or maybe even digging up bones of dinosaur families with the world’s top paleontologists.
I’ll think of some good ones. Still, there will be some head shots up there who outclass my best. That’s good. I can always stop by and read them, whenever I feel I need a little humbling. What have I got to compare to Ivar Haglund, who created the best fish’n’chips recipe on the planet, or Art Oberto, who practically invented beef jerky?
Thanks West Seattle. You are the navel of the universe.