Ray Anderson

His passion could make you cry.

He turned the dirtiest of industries in to the cleanest.  He set the example.

He died 8 August 2011.

You can hear him talk about changing the world here.

Wikipedia’s entry is here.

Here is an obituary from The Economist.

And here is a little poem he liked to share:

Tomorrow’s Child

Without a name; an unseen face
and knowing not your time nor place
Tomorrow’s Child, though yet unborn,
I met you first last Tuesday morn.

A wise friend introduced us two,
and through his shining point of view
I saw a day which you would see;
A day for you, and not for me.

Knowing you has changed my thinking
for I never had an inkling
That perhaps the things I do
might someday, somehow, threaten you.

Tomorrow’s Child, my daughter-son
I’m afraid I’ve just begun
To think of you and of your good,
Though always having known I should.

Begin I will to weigh the cost
of what I squander; what is lost
If ever I forget that you
will someday come to live here too.

Glenn Thomas, © 1996

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