You have never talked to a mere mortal.

CS Lewis
‘It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare.
All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations.
It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics.
There are no ordinary people.
You have never talked to a mere mortal.
Nations, cultures, arts, civilization—these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat.
But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit—immortal horrors or everlasting splendors.’
CS Lewis.

Paddington Bear

Paddington Bear

In the late 1930s-1940s, Michael Bond, author of Paddington Bear, saw Jewish refugee children (Kindertransport children) walking through London’s Reading Station, arriving in Britain escaping from the Nazi horrors of Europe.

Mr. Bond, touched by what he saw, recalled those memories 20 years later when he began his story of Paddington Bear. One morning in 1958, he was searching for writing inspiration and simply wrote the words: “Mr. and Mrs. Brown first met Paddington on a railway platform…”

“They all had a label round their neck with their name and address on and a little case or package containing all their treasured possessions,” Bond said in an interview with The Telegraph before his death in 2017. “So Paddington, in a sense, was a refugee, and I do think that there’s no sadder sight than refugees.”

Paddington Bear – known for his blue overcoat, bright red hat, and wearing a simple hand-written tag that says “Please look after this bear. Thank you,” Paddington embodies the appearance of many refugee children. His suitcase is an emblem of his own refugee status.

“We took in some Jewish children who often sat in front of the fire every evening, quietly crying because they had no idea what had happened to their parents, and neither did we at the time. It’s the reason why Paddington arrived with the label around his neck”. — Michael Bond

Michael Bond died at 91 in 2017. The epitaph on his gravestone reads “Please look after this bear. Thank you.”
Please look after all the young Bears in Ukraine and around the world. – David Lundin

Ripples

Marie Berry wrote:

I’m a firm believer that real, significant change, comes about one person at a time.

We are currently witnessing a transformation, each one of us is creating ripples of positive change that will impact others, and in turn they will impact others, and so on. So never underestimate your ability to contribute to this transformation, every gesture, however small has an impact.

The trick is not to expect to necessarily see that impact as an immediate ‘cause and effect’, it very often doesn’t happen that way. Don’t push to see the results, simply say or do, and move on, too much conflict will only drain your energy, which is counterproductive.
So plant your seeds of truth, and let things be.

Way above what you may have to say, simply by living your life honestly, courageously, lovingly and healthily, you are setting an example for others to follow.

Your inner strength and happiness will radiate and have a positive effect on anyone that comes across you.
Be the change.

Ripples

Could not agree more with this! That’s why I crafted this:

https://www.bringorder.info/English.html

The Road Less Traveled by Robert Frost

Robert Frost

Robert Frost was born today in 1874. A good way to celebrate is to read his poem “The Road Not Taken” and to ponder what it means to you.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.