Apparently we live in heroic times. Who could have predicted that?
New heroes are popping up everywhere, while some of the old ones are literally cast down from their pedestals.
For a while, in many countries in Europe, Thursday evening almost became the new Sunday. You used to have to go to church; now you had to stand in the street clapping. For the heroes. And they really are! The doctors, nurses, elderly care workers, teachers, the people who stack the shelves in the supermarket; these are the people who keep our society going. Without the people who keep the streets clean, or the refuse collectors, life in our cities would quickly become intolerable, and very unhealthy. Without the cleaners who constantly but often invisibly maintain our workspaces, we would have to do it ourselves. It makes you wonder why the people who do these jobs, who so suddenly turned out to be key workers, are much less appreciated in more “normal” times.
During my rehab I got to know a lot of those heroes. And without them I might well not have made it. I certainly wouldn’t have made the progress I did. Their care, patience, commitment and expertise made a huge difference to me and many others. Elsewhere in this blog I called them heroes, and I meant it. They are people I look up to. People I rather want to be like, because if having a hero means anything, it’s recognising someone you’d want to be like yourself.
I hear many voices calling for us to do things differently in future, and to value things and people more for their real worth. It’s high time.
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