Nine million people watched it on You Tube. Another twenty four viewed it on social media. It is a song about being humble and kind. I get to live in a world where those qualities are precious enough to celebrate.

There are many illusions around what is unattainable. Financial security may elude us, physical strength seems out of reach, the career we aspire to slips through our fingers. 

But everyone can be humble and kind.

It is a renewable resource. Each day there are fresh interactions, with my husband, my children, the people at the post office, the girl behind the counter when I shop. It is within my scope to be humble. It is my prerogative to be kind. 

What is the alternative? To operate under the bravado that my time is more significant than that of the elderly woman in the car in front of me, driving five miles below the speed limit? To fester the belief that my opinion is of greater value than that of the person whose yard displays a candidate I disagree with? To bluster through a diatribe with my child about chores, as if a clean basket of laundry matters more than a clean heart? 

In a society where humility thrives, there are no insults, no slander, no bigotry. Entitlement can find no purchase, inequity melts away like frost in the morning sun. Deceit becomes irrelevant, anger loses its punch. 

And I will only we invited if I have learned to leave those behind.