Marked

I went to the Texas State Fair, this past weekend, and noticed something a bit ironic while in the museum bathroom (hey - some of the greats in this world got a thinking start in the bathroom!).  There, on the stall door, was in small, black, hand-writing, "Vera Cruz wuz here! 2002, baby!"  I initially had several thoughts floating through my head: 

1)  It's spelled "was", not "wuz", dear.
2)  What the...?!  This is the museum's property!  How rude to deface it!
3)  Vera Cruz...wasn't that someone famous?  Ah, well - at least her parents didn't name her Blanket.
4)  Hold on...this is actually kind of wonderful.

I know you're probably shocked to read #4 and trust me, I was just as shocked to think it.  The truth is, I really am a firm believer that we all go through life yearning to leave our marks on the world.  Depending on what our expectations are, this task can vary in terms of difficulty.  But look at good ol' Vera - she defaced a bathroom stall with her name on it seven years ago, and she still manages to have the world (or, the female population of the Texas State Fair/Museum) remember her name. 

That, in an odd sense, is truly remarkable. 

(I regretfully didn't take a picture of the writing, but here's another picture of people leaving their "marks"!)