People are amazing. As I write this, one friend is sitting, eyes jumping back and forth, questioning if she should go to the ER. Another friend is sending her son back to Iraq (on top of Lyme). Another friend's bed bound...wanting nothing more than to get up without fainting and be with her family. It's sad. It completely depresses me. It also makes me profoundly appreciative for the strength of the human spirit.
We hear a lot about heroes: people celebrated for rushing into battle, fighting crime, and saving children. I LOVE those people. I am so thankful for them. But it also has me thinking. What about the other folks...the ones who don't have a day or get an award?
-The mom who refuses to have surgery on her shattered knee or take pain meds for six months because she doesn't want to hurt her unborn child.
-The person who can't walk and can't breathe, but still takes a moment to ask how you're doing.
-The spouse who holds you while you wince and cry...even though he feels helpless to stop it.
-The dad who tells his kid "everything is going to be ok," even though he's scared that it won't.
I have met these people...and many, many others. And all of them remind me what I treasure most about humanity: People are good. They are also strong, resourceful, and capable of wonderful, amazing things.
Happy Memorial Day to all of the really good/strong/resourceful/capable people I know and the ones I have yet to meet. Your courage is my strength and your friendship my reward. I only hope one day I can return the favor.
Altered Today: Remembering Greatness.