I’ve been a person with few heroes. I just saw the cracks in the plaster a little too clearly, or maybe the bar of my idealism was too high. Probably being brought up in a critical thinking environment added its contribution to that.
This morning, though, I came across a post of the type that exemplifies what I find as a hero in this portion of my life.
I love the voice of wisdom. I love the sweetness of the serving spirit. I love it and admire it greatly. Before I go on with my day I wanted to point others to the wholesome repast of Debra in “As I See It Now”. Maybe it will put perspective and quietness upon your mind as it did mine.