We've all heard by know. Senator Edward "Teddy" Moore Kennedy passed away last night. As a follower of all things past and present politics, I am familiar with his story—the youngest brother of the privileged Kennedy clan who lost three older brothers at the hands of war or gunmens' bullets, as well as a beloved sister to a plane crash and another (in spirit) to an experimental operation who overcame it all, including a very public divorce, tragic auto accident and death of a nephew, to rise to the heights of influence in the United States Senate championing the needs of the underserved. Phew! How'd I do? Yes, like everyone, many of his life’s circumstances were self-inflicted by individual choices but the biggest ones, the most tragic choices, were made for him. Today, as I watched the pundits argue Senator Kennedy’s achievements and legacy, one point struck me the most. If we had gone through the circumstances of his life combined with the weight of the Kennedy legacy, many of us might have just laid down on the floor and never had the strength to get up again—figuratively and literally. To me, Senator Kennedy's legacy if the fact that he did get up...time and time again. And he did so with generosity of spirit and enthusiasm for life. I don't know about you but I'm taking note.