I've never hung from the bottom rail of a helicopter, but I hung from a chin-up bar many times as a kid, pulling with all my might. I'm 35 years old, and the total number of chin-ups I've completed in my life, adding together all my attempts, is zero.
I've never pulled a child from a burning building, but I sat my youngest daughter on top of the refrigerator many times. I put her up there next to the rooster sculpture and said, "How many times have I told you? Chickens go on top of the refrigerator." I'd walk away and she would laugh and say, "I'm not a chicken!" and then I'd go get her down.
I've never jumped in front of a friend and taken a bullet for them, but I have sat at a coffee shop at three o'clock in the morning and convinced a friend to attend his own wedding the next day, despite his trepidation.
I've never had to tell a parent that their child has been killed, but I did officiate a funeral for a young woman who's baby died in childbirth. It's a delicate matter, and often mishandled by clumsy ministers. Some words are remembered forever, for better or for worse.
I've never saved the world, but I always return extra change to cashier. Extra change is an opportunity. Keeping it is an opportunity squandered.
Most of the world consists of small things. The aggregation of these small things shapes us. Heroism springs from the foundation of these small things. I believe this.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
