I am ordinary, average. Or maybe I should say that I fear I am average—not unique, not extraordinary. Just ordinary.
In Western society, the pressure to be more than ordinary is pervasive and constant. Everyone wants to be recognized as special.
Honoring the Ordinary
Yet, this past week in the U.S., we honored 20 years since 9/11 and marked 18 months of living with the pandemic. We honored the ordinary: people showing up to work, saving lives, caring for others, and even giving their own lives.
Honoring the ordinary requires a “special” appreciation.
Twenty years ago, in New York City, firefighters and police DOWNLOAD PDF