Unsung Heroes

Standing all alone near the tarmac in the middle of Illinois corn fields is not exactly an emotionally packed setting, and yet as I raised the flag all the way to the top of the pole at the museum today and then lowered it to half mast in honor of those who died this week, I was surprised at the depth of emotion that came over me. I felt a need to do something more, but there was nothing more for me to do.

Knowing what to do is a big part of living and I often want to do more than I know how.

I realized, today, that I know so many really good people. People who are there to do those things others really need. They seem to have a built in understanding of what and how to do these things that I am often reluctant to do. Afraid that I might be imposing, I tend to step back unless something is terribly obvious.

It would seem that I should know exactly what to do. I have so often been the recipient of that hand extended in kindness, that hug given so warmly and freely, those words of encouragement whispered in my ear, or written to me in emails. You would think I would have no trouble turning around and passing it on, but sometimes I do. It takes a lot of courage to step up and offer oneself so openly. There is always the chance I will be pushed away, especially by someone who is already taxed to the limit and there is always the possibility that what I offer may do more harm than good.

My friends seem to either know the difference, or their love of their fellow man is so great that they are willing to take the chance when it is needed. I am in awe of these people, the ones who drive across town, or cajole someone to come visit them, or keep writing and emailing their encouragement until the one in need is comforted. These are the unsung heroes who save lives as surely as any doctor, or surgeon.

Here's to those who put themselves out there because their love is greater than their fear.