In 1921, he flew from the Great Rift Valley. In 1924, he toppled the world's second fastest record in a marathon. In 1927, he won the nobel peace... Must I say anymore?
He is and will always be, the most interesting man in the world. Of course, you wouldn't believe me, would you? You couldn't possibly believe that I would have this sort of person in my recent family line, nor would you believe that it was so direct that he was my great grandfather.
I never did get to meet him, I do wish I had heard more stories about him. But they say a person only has so long of a candle wick before it goes it. I'm guessing the stronger your candle light burns, the quicker you go through that wick? Maybe he just went too fast.
In any case, I'm grateful that he existed, though I didn't really know him, I think he's been the best role model I have had. But, alas, there's only so long I can visit him before needing to leave this graveyard. Only so long before I join him.
I love the idea of "The Least Interesting Man" in the world descended from the "Most Interesting Man" in the world. I would totally watch an indie movie with this guy as the main character, walking through the quietest life possible but using his grandfather's memory and life to move really slowly toward more interesting things, or even just to live a really rich fantasy life.