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.
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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