I know that they are there. That they have always been there. Always. It’s just that they get eclipsed by the charismatic, the famous, the lauded and, if there is truly such a person, the wholly bad. They are quiet. modest, usually. Like that young girl who offered herself to be parachuted into Germany in an effort to save people from Auschwitz. She didn’t survive and was shot at 23 years old. And my neighbour’s husband, who, as a missionary in the 40s and 50s, I was informed yesterday built sewers and schools in India. He had the face of the Dalai Lama, she wrote.
