I hope we never look at people the same way we used to.
In the future, when hospitals no longer feel like war zones, when we no longer scrub down packages before opening them, when we can again stop for a conversation across the samples at Trader Joe’s, when we have places to drive and fly, when kids are back at school, and when we can go out for pho again, I hope we remember how essential the people around us are.
I hope we keep having the highest levels of respect
🏥 for the custodial teams and technicians that keep hospitals clean and running
📬 for the letter carriers and delivery people who help get us what we need
🍞 for the grocery workers and truck drivers who keep our food supply systems running
🚃 for the flight crews, public transit operators, and construction workers who help us go where we need to
👩🏾🏫 for the under appreciated teachers who serve our kids every day
🥜 for the farmers and cooks who make sure we don’t get hungry
For the most part, these jobs aren’t often romanticized. When career books talk about finding your dream job, these aren’t often the ones they refer to. But it’s to our disadvantage when we overlook how important these roles are.
The people around the globe who have done the best job of helping me feel hopeful about the world are remarkably ordinary. Moms and dads and farmers and drivers who represent the best of us. ⠀⠀
I hope we always remember how to look at each other like heroes.
Ordinary Great Ones
