I don’t often reblog, but I felt this needed to be shared as I found it empowering.
It’s a quiet reminder that we all have battles of some sort – emotional, mental, physical, or even spiritual – and we may have to dig deep just to get through the days.
It’s a quiet reminder that we are each heroes in the narrative that shapes our lives.
It’s a quiet reminder that each moment holds a potential blessing, that each moment counts, that each time we are compassionate, open, supportive, and loving, we can make a positive difference.
Thank you Joanna Cannon, for reminding us that the ordinary can be extraordinary, if we choose to see it so. 🙂
I have met the greatest hero in the world. Her name was Jackie and she had bowel cancer.
‘Jackie’s going to beat this,’ she told me. ‘Jackie’s going to win.’ And I smiled and nodded, and she smiled and nodded back, even though we both knew this was a victory that would never happen. Weeks later, I was called to certify her death. Jackie wasn’t brave, because by definition, bravery suggests that someone has a choice. A choice to face a fear or turn away. Jackie had no choice, which – to me – made her the greatest hero in the world.
I have met the greatest hero in the world. He is a teenager called David and he has schizophrenia. Before he was admitted, he had been living on the streets for three years, because his mother didn’t want anything to do with him, and yet every Sunday, he…
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