The helpers

It's no secret that I have complicated feelings about my husband's job. And underneath the complex and nuanced layers of resentment, anger, and bitterness, I am incredibly proud of him. There are not many jobs that can be described by saying that you run towards a scene when most people are running away. That you stand between the world's most important people (whether you like them or not) and all possible threats. In today's highly divisive political climate, it's easy to complain about the state of the world and to blame and dehumanize those on the other side. What is not easy is going back on the road for ten days after working thirty straight days away from home, and coming home for just a week in between. It's not easy. And it's his job. 

A few times this week, a quote I love from Mister Rogers has come to mind: "When I was a boy and I would see scary things on the news, my mother would say to me, 'Look for the helpers. You will always find people who are helping'." I think we should all keep this in mind today and for the rest of this week. Thank you to the thousands of military and law enforcement professionals who are keeping our nation's Capitol safe this week. They are working; they are helping. 

And thank you to José Andres. Having lived in the DC area for years, I'm a big José Andres fan. Some of my favorite DC memories take place in his restaurants -- particularly having margaritas and table side guacamole at Oyamel. José Andres is not a small-time chef; he is a celebrity. And he has not only been providing complimentary meals to feed the first responders working in Washington DC this week (and last week). He has been personally walking meals from checkpoint to checkpoint, vehicle to vehicle, helper to helper. During some of my husband's 12-hour shifts, José has appeared at his car window to bring a sandwich, a protein-containing meal (with a vegetable!), or a dark chocolate sea salt cookie. He is working; he is supporting; he is helping. 

Thank you to the helpers.