Heroes didn't leap tall buildings or stop bullets with an outstretched hand; they didn't wear boots and capes. They bled, and they bruised, and their superpowers were as simple as listening, or loving. Heroes were ordinary people who knew that even if their own lives were impossibly knotted, they could untangle someone else's. And maybe that one act could lead someone to rescue you right back. [Jodi Picoult, Second Glance]
Often I have needed rescuing. I’ve most often found it necessary to BE saved from myself. From my own wrongthinking which led me from the solid ground BEneath my feet to spinning with no ground I could find.
Along this cancer Journey I have met some amazing heroes. Many of them were overworked and probably NOT paid well enough, yet never once did that cross my mind. I have been almost daily amazed by the heroes who have cared for me, DOing their piece of the bigger picture. And DOing so almost gladly. That’s been something. That has really been truly extraordinary.
We are all ordinary. We are all boring. We are all spectacular. We are all shy. We are all bold. We are all heroes. We are all helpless. It just depends on the day. [Brad Meltzer]
Indeed it does, all of it, depend on the day…
I love you, Currie