In the UK every Thursday we gather on our front steps and balconies to clap, cheer and bang pots to show support for health and social care staff. This Clap for Carers has become an opportunity for us to let off some steam and to see our neighbours as many of us don’t see any human in the flesh from week to week.
Some people put up signs saying, ‘thank you’, ‘stay safe’, ‘you are all heroes’. There are also pictures of Rainbows, which has been taken again, as a symbol of hope. I think they signify a looking beyond science and Government to something more divine, a hope we have innately in God above.
There has been much focus on the NHS our national health service, but of course life is not depended only on this section of society, as vital as it is. What we are quietly recognising are the acts of sacrifice of ordinary shopkeepers, on-line retail staff and supermarket shelf stackers. At the end of all this, I expect we will see awards being given to NHS staff and rightly so, but will there be awards for the those other essential workers who kept things going and supplied our food, drink and toilet roll?
It seems the question here is what makes a hero? Usually for someone to be awarded hero status they need to do something extra-ordinary. However, these people are heroes of doing the ordinary in extra-ordinary times.
My Grandmother passed away in February and as the family gathered (before the UK lock down) from all parts of the country and all walks of life, we told stories of her life and the impact she and my Grandfather had on our lives.
My Grandfather was the classic War hero. He was an amateur boxer before the war and found his niche as a fireman in the East End of London during the Blitz. He actually met my Grandmother as he ran out the fire station one day and knocked her over. (He always claimed that he said “if you come round tomorrow night I’ll knock you over again!”– Nan at this point in the retelling would dispute this and say that that was the shrapnel in his head affecting his memory). He was drafted into the army and after many adventures, taking extended leave to visit his sweetheart, he was in the D-Day invasion in 1944. He was injured and left for dead, but made remarkable recovery.
His were the stories we loved to hear. They were of drama and comedy. But, surviving evacuation in a strange part of the country, with an injured husband and new baby and not the social security we expect today, my Nan’s was the real story of endurance. She always found work and charmed the butcher to get the unrationed ‘off cuts’. She supported elderly parents now in different parts of the country and she nursed the psychological injuries of her husband.
My Nan was an ordinary Hero.
Like those of us who put rainbows up in their windows in expectant hope, her faith was not in her abilities, the work of institutions or government. During the war and then for the rest of her life my nan was not a fighter or soldier like my grandfather had been, but she was a prayer warrior and sometimes a prayer worrier.
She prayed and cried for those of us she prayed for, she worked behind the scenes and like the ordinary heroes today, she worked in a corner-shop, no medals for her but a legacy of life.
Sometimes we have cause to hope that there is a hope beyond what we know and see. We have to do what good we can and look up.
‘In the same way, let your light shine before men, that they may see your good deeds and glorify your Father in heaven.’ Matthew 5 :16
When I clap and cheer for the carers, I will also be thinking of Nan and her ordinary contribution in extra-ordinary times.
By Daniel Singleton, Executive Director of FaithAction
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