Echo of a life time

I yelled down the hollow.  I yelled with all my might, with all my wind, with all my strength.  I just yelled.  The echo off the walls of the valley were my constant reply.  With each reverberation the echo lost some of its clarity and volume until it was finally no more.  

Our lives are an echo.  They are echos of our parents and grandparents, our aunts and uncles, teachers, brothers, sisters and many others.  Anyone who has influenced how we live our lives are people that we echo.  We echo their morals, values and ideas.  The further we get from the original source, like an echo, our force weakens.  There are rare exceptions to this phenomenon.  They generally occur when an individual of great fortitude puts their mind to revival of the values instilled by their family.  These individuals serve as almost repeater stations for the values instilled in them.  They boost the echo so that generations to follow will hear the messages, the lessons and values learned by those that went before them.  

How do you live your life?  Do you simply echo into oblivion?  Or do you serve as a repeater to bolster the sounds and save others from the mistakes of their ancestors past?  Be a repeater, not and ever dulling echo.