These people sit next to you at work. You pass them at the grocery store and while waiting in line for your coffee. They can be found in the church and the bar. They are young and old, rich and poor, and from every race, religion, sexual orientation and political party out there. Many of them don’t want you to know they are struggling. It’s embarrassing or private. Others share freely and openly, perhaps disclosing more than you feel capable to bear. But believe me you do know these people.
People do all sorts of things to obtain an inspirational high. We go to movies or concerts or hiking or listen to Tony Robbins or whatever. That’s fine. I am among the lucky few who get to open their office door and let the inspiration come flooding in. As I listen to each person describe his or her experience I am reminded that the most inspiring stories aren't in Hollywood. The most inspiring stories have faces, and at times these faces become so familiar we don’t even notice them. Perhaps you have seen one of these faces—maybe even today while you were shaving or putting on makeup.