I have the privilege to work in a profession that allows me to help others by helping provide for resources that allow others to teach, learn and make an impact out in the world. Every now and then that work I do really gets to me in a strong emotional way. That very thing happened last night at an event to honor the life of a man who happened to attend SMU's business school and who then went on to have a successful career in tax accounting with several well-known companies. After he passed away, his friends and colleagues wanted to honor him in a special way at his alma mater so they worked with our office to establish an endowed scholarship in his name for students hoping to work in his same field. Last night several of this seemingly wonderful man's friends, family and colleagues addressed a room of more than 200 people telling us why he was so special and why they chose to honor him in this way. One presentation in particular brought intense emotion to the room and then the news that the scholarship had exceeded the funding goal - more than $100,000 being raised - and the impact of this news brought yet another wave of emotion to the room. As I sat in my chair at the front of the ballroom, I was struck by the love and admiration in the room. Though I did not have the pleasure of knowing this man, I am so proud to have had any part in the special way his memory is being honored. I can only hope to have a similar outpouring of love and appreciation at this life's end. Finally, as the event wrapped up and I felt completely overjoyed for this group and what they had accomplished for this man, I realized I was equally inspired by my colleagues who made all of this happen. I was able to fully and completely engross myself in the spirit of the event and what had transpired because I was not stressed or anxious or even working all that hard. They had it all taken care of. I was reminded that my job is, in fact, a privilege.