Sometimes I think important people don’t realize how unimportant they actually are. A few decades ago, a guy by the name of Robert T. Smith wrote for the StarTribune. I clearly remember a story he told about accepting a job in Washington D.C. Before he left Minnesota, a crusty old editor took him aside and said, “Here’s something you need to know. When you’re in Washington the president will give a speech, and in the middle of the speech he’s going to make some sort of gesture, and the next day the whole town and all the media will be talking about that gesture and just what he meant by it. But, what you need to understand, is that in the whole country more people will have watched “Bowling for Dollars” than watched any portion of that speech.”
Right on, Brent. I've found people who make a difference are often part of the woodwork, blending into society in a camouflage of care.