There are those whom we do not see in general statistics, who are difficult to distinguish or rather impossible to recognize in a public street but whom we all recognize their merits and feel happy for their joy.
We know their moments of grief will not make it to the front pages, nor even the last page. However, we do not rest and we do not sleep well before we soothe them throughout their sadness and before admitting their influence on us thanks to their frank simplicity.
There’s no doubt that the good people we encounter in our daily lives is what makes life easier: the school principal who adjusts his watch like he adjusts the semesters’ schedules, the deputy principal whom we remember as serious and someone who knows all the details even though he never spoke much to us, the student guide whom every parent sat with to make sure his children are serious about learning, the old doorman whose facial expressions are comfortable and who knows when your little girl left when he sees the smile of the driver behind his window and who holds the little children’s hands to cross the street with them to get them in the car’s backseat.
There are also the passport control officers who smile to hundreds of travelers who just arrived to the airport and whose smile soothes the travelers’ difficult journey, the policeman who dreams of a star on his shoulder, the soldier who bid his mother farewell so he can protect mothers as they sleep on the southern front and the traffic policeman who aided many and waited for the ambulance and who without waiting to be thanked drove his car and went to another accident site on the highway in the dark night.
There are also the judge who raises his hand to the sky so he does not forget the injustice against an old woman who has come from afar, a driver in a remote town from my homeland’s towns checking his car tires and the oil and water in it so he guarantees driving female teachers in the morning to a neighboring village and a female doctor on a hectic shift but who maintains her smile because she believes that welcoming patients and easing things for them is a duty before examining them or holding a pen and paper to write a prescription.
There are the journalist who is hesitant while phrasing a news piece or who is late to post the news because he did not find a photo that suits the topic, which he believes will convey the truth, and the trader who knows that his honesty is the secret to his livelihood.
Defining a 'good citizen'
Their days are alike but their wishes are different. There is no country without them, there are no strong nations without the masses of good citizens, those who raise children and who finalize paperwork.Turki Aldakhil