Ok, so it might not actually be Tuesday. But I originally wrote this on a Tuesday (2/24/15). So work with me.
Yesterday was Monday. The first day of the week.
Tomorrow is Wednesday. “Hump Day” if you will.
But today is neither. Today is Tuesday.
And Tuesday has blessed me.
The last week has been a whirlwind. A silent storm of sorts.
The world tells us that we are a selfish people. That other people don’t think of us anywhere near as much as we think of ourselves. Which is true in a sense. But it’s also false.
But even the smallest of pebbles initiates a lasting chain of ripples when cast into the surface of the water.
People remember people. That is what the last few days have taught me. People remember people.
And it doesn’t matter if those people are from the best or worst times in your life. They remember you. They may know your pain or your past, but they remember you for your virtues.
All this time I thought I was just another face in the crowd. I believed my story was just like every other. There was nothing special. Nothing memorable. Nothing that would cause you to know my name or recognize my profile in a sea of people. Nothing. Just a number. Some statistic.
But I was wrong. Boy was I wrong.
I’m special. I’m memorable. I’m unique.
Thank you to those of you who notice. Who remember. Who know my story–my painful, painful story–yet see me through the lens of my virtues.
I start looking around at the people in my life. I challenge myself. What do I remember of them?
I may know their past. I may see their present struggle. But I remember them for their virtues. Those are the pieces of their identities that carve their names and faces in the world. Their virtues are a timeless echo.
You are special. You are memorable. You are unique.
You have etched your personality upon the world and changed the composition of the universe for the better.
Yesterday’s the past. Tomorrow’s the future. Today is the present.
And today is Tuesday.