It’s an interesting coincidence that Authors Day falls on the same day as All Saints. Many writers, especially those persecuted for their beliefs, those who suffer immense hardship to create works that turn out to have significant good impact on society, and those who have to sacrifice writing to provide for families, are saints in my book.
My good wishes today are for all of them and all unknown saints. The long suffering and self-sacrificing. The sincere, striving writers living on the breadline. The hated/maligned/bullied/victimized/oppressed/despised workers who have to keep going because they have responsibilities. The alone aged. The clobbered wife. The abused child. Those lonely/isolated/alienated in the midst of many. The henpecked husband. Those who have to keep smiling and put up a front. The financially desperate or unemployed doing their best by honest means. Blessings and prayers for the ones who are struggling and maybe failing to stay on the wagon or the straight and narrow of their particular issues. People just doing the best they can or know how to.