During the last five years, I have spent a lot of time in rooms where people talk about Memphis. Boards and committees and task forces full of well-meaning, capable people trying to figure out how to fix what’s broken. I love these people. I am one of these people.
But somewhere along the way I started wondering about the other rooms. The ones where normal folks – neighbors, coworkers, parents on the soccer sideline – were already doing something. Quietly. Without a title or a strategic plan. Just showing up because Memphis is worth showing up for.
That’s the room I want to be in. And that’s exactly what Memphis’ Army of Normal Folks is building…