In the summer of 1981, pop performer Harry Chapin (1942–1981) stepped away from a family vacation on Oahu’s North Shore to play three benefit shows at Anna Bananas, a small neighborhood club. I was fortunate to be there for one of those nights, a close gathering where Harry played his heart out and filled the room with stories and song. After the show he gave me a gentle kiss when I spoke with him, a kindness I have never forgotten.

A week later, his generous heart gave out while he was driving on Long Island on his way to another benefit concert. The accident ended his life, but not the echo of his music or the example he set.

Known for long concerts and “story songs” like Taxi (1972) and Cat’s in the Cradle (1974), the songwriter was born on this day in New York City. He once described his family as “a large, exciting, sprawling, multifaceted brood… with all the love and stimulation I could absorb.”

Harry was a celebration of humanity. “I’d rather make a mistake than do nothing,” he said. He gave his energy to causes that mattered, especially the fight against world hunger.

With steady stamina, he used his music as a tool for service. Half his concerts were benefits, and he invested his strength in raising awareness about hunger and justice. He urged others to join him. “Be involved with the people with the live hearts, the live eyes, who are committed to something,” he encouraged.

In 1986, he was posthumously awarded the Congressional Gold Medal for his humanitarian advocacy. “There’s enough food to feed everyone on this planet twice over,” he insisted. “Why, why, why are people going hungry?”

Years later, The Harry Chapin Foundation continues his vision, supporting projects that help communities grow and reduce hunger. His songs still travel the world, carrying the invitation he lived: to step into the chasm with courage, give what you can, and trust that the journey is worthwhile.