Someone posted a story I Liked on Facebook about an 85-year old woman who graduated from college and already had a job offer. "She's my new hero!" a Friend commented. That got me thinking about all the resident heroes I meet at work every day. They're the ones who help me along the journey to having the kind of life I can look back on without regrets when I'm in my nursing home room in my senior years.
We might have just been subjected to the biggest dose of chutzpah seen in a long, long while. It smacked of the old image of the leering used-car salesman (sorry, used car sales people) rubbing his thumb and forefinger together to imply he could save YOU money.