The coronavirus pandemic characterizes everyday life in many parts of the World.

In order to overcome this exceptional situation, more and more people – despite their own risk of infection – are putting themselves at the service of their neighbours and Society.

We can not express enough how incredibly grateful we are for the the dedication and selflessness of the doctors and nurses risking their lives for us every day.

Now, it is also time to celebrate the other thousands of hidden herpes, including porters, cleaners and caterers.

The agricultural workers and grocery store employees without whom we would have no food or other essential items.

That cashier ringing up your purchases at the supermarket. She is stuck there for a full shift, day after day.

While businesses are closed and worried about when they can reopen, farmers continue to work, even with the uncertainty of whether they will ever recoup the time, effort, and money they are investing.

Farmers are the eternal optimists. They hope. They work hard. They give back to others. And they are still farming, working long hours and endless days, despite tremendous uncertainty about the future of their business.

They will not stop farming for you.

Come, my friends.
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Come, my friends.
‘Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
the sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be that we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

Lord Alfred Tennyson

We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.