At 95 years old, I knew that we would lose Nelson Mandela some day. Still, it's a loss to all mankind. I can only hope that all of us will find inspiration in him and work to fill the void he left behind.
I'm a 32 year old white girl in Indiana. I have no deep story, no point of revelation where I was suddenly inspired by him. But over the years, every time I heard about Nelson Mandela, he always made me resolve to myself to be a better person. To always accept people as they are, to look past labels. To look at myself when I find someone undesirable to interact with and reflect on what part of me I see in them that I'm so scared of.
And now I think that's it. He's gone. I do strive to live every day in a way that he would be proud of. But I want to do something more. I want to honor him somehow. And I feel lost trying to think of what that would be.
Rest in peace, Nelson Mandela. Thank you.