I know a woman who gets up every day with a smile on her face. She is greeted by a voice asking her if she is ready to start her day and graciously accepts being stripped down, bathed and cleaned from head to toe, in spite of the humiliation it may bring. She speaks about the sun, the latest news, the visitors the day before, the Queen, her son, recalls all the friends that left her life too soon and those she refers to as “The Saints in her life”. She inspires, motivates, shares, provides and educates, in spite of her limp limbs, aged, arthritic filled joints and years just short of a decade. I know a lady who smiles and whispers through weakened vocal chords a favorite song. She willingly accepts her instructions and wheelchair-bound fate after years of dancing, traveling, and managing a fully self-sufficient life. She is famous.
I know a man who gets up every morning steps into his Barber Shop and awaits his regular customers. Those customers are the neighborhood kids, who have found a role model, a safe haven, a place of solace. I know a man who has become a father for a community of fatherless children trying to find their way in a sea of violent, poverty-stricken streets. He does it with a smile every. He is famous.
I know a people that are watching the planet burn, water school children dying. and are poisoning our water. They support race, gender, and religious persecution. First, second or constitutional rights do not matter, not country, nor countrymen, but profit mongering does. Family do not matter, power does. They are famous too.