The death on Wednesday of pioneering motivational author and speaker Zig Ziglar has reverberated far and wide.
Saturday’s memorial service in Plano, Texas will be live-streamed. Leading up to that, one of the very best ways to remember Ziglar is to read an essay published earlier this year by New York Times bestselling author Michael Levin. It begins:
The last time I saw Zig Ziglar, I was one of 17,000 in attendance at the Honda Center in Anaheim, California, where he was speaking as part of a program of superstars, including Colin Powell, Condoleezza Rice and Joe Montana. He was onstage accompanied by his daughter, Julie Ziglar Norman, because Zig had suffered a fall a couple of years before that and nobody wanted him to fall again, especially onstage, and especially in front of 17,000 people.
On April 15, 2011, I saw Zig again, this time for lunch, with his daughter Julie and his son Tom. From 17,000 down to four. If you love Zig Ziglar as I do, you can readily understand it was one of the greatest thrills of my life.
Do yourself a favor. If you’re a Ziglar convert, read the entire piece. Levin hits all the right notes as he retraces a personal Zig odyssey that innocently began in 1998 at a furniture store. RIP.
[Image courtesy ziglar.com]