Thinking about who my hero would be I realise that it is not any one man or woman. There came a time in my life when I became aware that all was not right with the world. I think that time was watching the News showing coffins of the American soldiers being laid out on the tarmac, during the Vietnam War.
I learned from Jean Jacques Rousseau that “Man is born free yet everywhere he is in chains”
I learned from Maya Angelou that it is possible to be gracious and forgiving and tolerant in the face of adversity and great hardship.
And I learned from an old friend Dennis Birch who died a few years ago a great piece of advice when he told me-
“I keep holding out the hand of friendship and it’s up to the person if they want to take it”
Who would have thought that in my lifetime I would have seen the Berlin Wall come down, the Twin Towers raised to the ground and the self sacrificing act of the rescue workers AND a black President in the White house, in one of the more prejudiced countries in the world.
So my Heroes are the ordinary men and women who become EXTRA ordinary bringing about changes and working tirelessly for the future to change the things that are wrong.