Why would anyone want to read about me?
It is a question I ask myself… one amongst many as I write snapshots from my daily life and memories from my past, as I share opinions and beliefs, the small adventures, the human fears… I can sort of understand the interest in the places I manage to visit, the old customs and stories of mysterious sites. I can understand the occasional flash of humour. But come on, says the niggling little voice, a nobody from nowhere… aren’t you just kidding yourself? Who wants to read about your fears and foibles, your little successes? Why should you be of any interest to anyone? You’re ordinary.
Maybe that’s the point. I am ordinary. My kind of ordinary… because it is the only kind I know. Other people are extraordinary in my eyes. They do things I have never done, achieve things I have never even attempted, go places I will never go. I look at those who have done these marvellous things, not with envy, but with both respect and appreciation.
My sons have, in all likelihood, seen far more of the world than I ever shall. They have jumped out of planes and flown them, stroked wolves, fed tigers and ridden elephants. That’s extraordinary to me. Particularly when you consider that one of them is in a wheelchair.
I number amongst my friends a good many with stories just as unusual. My address book holds the names of the famous alongside those whose lives are lived in quiet obscurity but who command no less respect; people whose lives I find extraordinary for many reasons. There are teachers and artists, musicians and parents, writers and carers… with some it is art, with some skill, and some the simplicity of a heart that shines in all they do, even the little things of the humdrum, ordinary world. They are the extraordinary people to me.
Yet, to a man…or woman… they would all say, if asked, that they too live ordinary lives.
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Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 
I often ask myself the same thing Sue!
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Secretly, I think we all ask ourselves this question, but your heart shines too, you know. That’s why we all love you!
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Bless you, Jaye xx
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i think that we all question this about ourselves and our sharings – yes, we do
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Even I also have such questions.
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I love that your son does not let a wheelchair get in his way of achieving what he wants to do. You don’t seem so ordinary to me 🙂
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My son is a determined individual 🙂
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I loved this Sue. Had to reblog it, as it is, well… me. Thanks for your powerful words.
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Meant to say I reblogged it last night, as you first posted this yesterday.
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Thank you, Jennie 🙂
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My pleasure!
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I did but myself up psychological for as long as I remember because I was so ordinary,so average but then it came them time when I realised there is nothing bad to be average,and there is no ordinary ,we all are extraordinary in a way or an other but we will never realise it until we stop looking up the others and start looking down at us❤️
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Yes… every one of us is unique…and ordinary…. 🙂
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This is beautiful. 🙂
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Thanks, Lina 🙂
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Yes, thank you Sue, for these very impressive words. Everyones life is the same way ordinary and extraordinary too.
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Thank you, Michael… we do need to remember that, I think 🙂
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Sue, I feel the same, yet we connect and share and there is much magic in the so called ‘ordinary’. Xx
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I agree, Jane. Ordinary is definitely undervalued 🙂 xx
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Sue, you are SO very far from ordinary. You sparkle and shine, reveal the world to your followers through your thoughts and postings – find amazing places for us to share with you! Ordinary – hah!
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Yet, you have met me, Noelle… I am ordinary. But I feel that if ‘ordinary’ applies to all of us, it must mean we are all very different and therefore not ordinary at all 🙂
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