There are loads of people who are great and good because, even in small ways, they make our lives just that little bit better.
I went to one of our small local supermarkets today. I would never want to work in retail, because they can get so much abuse from customers, especially the drunks. The young woman on the checkout was lovely, and we had a giggle about how slow the card machine was working, "must be because it's Sunday". Such a tiny little thing but it was just that human connect, if you see what I mean.
When I developed the rash, and google-diagnosed it as shingles, I phoned my GP practice just after 8 a.m. on the Monday (their busiest day). When I mentioned "shingles", the person on the phone immediately booked me in with one of the practice's nurse-practitioners for 11 a.m. that day. The nurse diagnosed shingles and prescribed meds to reduce the effects, approved the pain-relief schedule that I'd already put myself on, treated me as a sensible individual, and encouraged me to come back if things weren't going well. That's two people who cheerfully looked after me that day.
The great and the good aren't always the big and the famous.