My Hero, Bob Georgeson

As I've written here, I get to work with some pretty inspiring people.

None has inspired me more than Bob Georgeson, who died on Wednesday.

Bob was a founding board member of DCCF. As our board chairman Mike Davis noted at our 10th anniversary celebration, Bob's good name gave our fledgling foundation instant credibility.

I won't even try to catalogue Bob's achievements. You can find a partial list here.

Let's just say that he richly deserved every honor that this community bestowed on him.

Bob thrived on involvement. He absolutely loved it. Well into his 70s, the man was inexaustable.

During his time on our board, he was authorized to sign DCCF checks. Knowing how busy he was, I would call and apologetically ask if he could stop by to sign checks "sometime in the next few days."

Withour fail, he was there within half a day--even when getting around was no longer easy for him.

Bob's personal syle was pre-Blackberry old school. He didn't rush a conversation. Notes from Bob were handwritten. His humor was mostly self-depricating, and he always had time for a good story.

He often said that the true measure of a person's generosity is the percent of thier resources they contribute, and not the dollar value of their gifts. Or as Christian scipture says, the poor widow who tithes is wealthier than the rich man who makes a big show of his contributions.

I reflect on Bob's words often. They mean a lot to me because I will never be financially wealthy. I will never make a lead gift in a capital campaign, or see my name in the high-level donors' clubs so many organizations publish in their annual reports.

But if I live by Bob's words, I can be the wealthiest person in town.


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