An homage to ordinary working people by Rex Murphy
It seems as though protesters have their day every day. I'd like society to start paying attention to those who do not protest. Ordinary working people matter. They are the life of the country, and they are of all beliefs, backgrounds and races. They are us. We are them.
Who was in the hospital taking your temperature? Who drove the trucks
bringing food and medicine to the hospital? Who fixed your car? Who grew the
food? Who processed the oil and gas that kept your condo warm and your car in
motion? Who is the person at the grocery store stacking the shelves?