The following is an excerpt from Vicki Myron's book Dewey: The Small-Town Library Cat Who Touched the World
. an excellent book that Fluff and I wholeheartedly recommend. At any rate Vicki's description of Dewey is a good description for many humans in the world:
"Dewey wasn’t special because he did
something extraordinary but because he was
extraordinary. He was like one of those seemingly ordinary
People, who once you get to know them, stand
out from the crowd. They are the ones who never
Miss a day of work, who never complain, who never
ask for more than their share. They are those rare librarians,
car salesmen, and waitresses who provide excellent service
on principle, who go beyond the job because they have a passion
for the job.
They know what they are meant to do in life, and they
do it exceptionally well. Some win awards; some make a
lot of money; most are taken for granted. The store
clerks. The bank tellers. The auto mechanics. The
mothers. The world tends to recognize the unique and
the loud, the rich and the self-serving, not those who do
ordinary things extraordinarily well. Dewey came from
humble beginnings (an Iowa alley); he survived tragedy
(a freezing drop box); he found his place (a small-town
library). Maybe that's the answer. He found his place.
His passion, his purpose, was to make that place, no
matter how small and out of the way it may have seemed,
a better place for everyone.
I don't want to take anything away from the cat who
falls out of the Winnebago, then spends five months
trudging home through snowdrifts and scorching heat.
That cat is an inspiration: never give up, always re-
member the importance of home. In his quiet way,
Dewey taught those lessons, too. He never gave up
during his long night in the box, and he was devoted to
the library that became his home. Dewey didn't do one
heroic thing; he did something heroic every day. He
spent his time changing lives right here in Spencer, Iowa,
one lap at a time."
Contributed by Herman Beck-Chenoweth & Fluff A. Catt