Well, who woulda' thunk it? The smallest, yet also the largest ones, at one and the same time. There they are, living the high life, being carried about, being catered to left and right, and by golly, there they go again. Once safely on the floor, they insisted on getting up on all fours. Now they stand!
Have you ever wondered how the perspective changes in those few movements? Suddenly nobody is carrying you around. Suddenly all and sundry are urging you to walk to them. Hell no! Life was easier the other way. But there you have it, for just when everything is lined up perfectly-Bam! And there goes that rear end again.
So who are the littlest heroes? Who are the biggest ones at the same time? They are the babies who set forth every day to conquer a new piece of it. The scrapes and scabs of yesterday are forgotten even as new ones arise.
The heroes are those who know that life is not going to change very much for them. The heroes are those who, knowing that, do not give up, not at least until that new inch is conquered.
Life has been very tough lately. Perhaps we were all too spoiled before this mess. Perhaps there were too many easy answers. Whatever or which ever perhaps it was, it is, or will be, we all need to reimagine ourselves, get some new PPE and clear the way for those coming behind us.
Many, like me, are tired. We have fought the good fight and are still fighting. So for all that is holy in this world can we all stop fighting each other, stop fighting the truth and fight the real enemies that are around us. Perhaps if we emulate the courage of the littlest heroes, we can become the biggest heroes of history.
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