On Super Saturday, I saw them: the nannies who had packed the sulky teenager in the back of the car and had driven him down, grumpy, but he was going for his vax; the nanny in Ngāti Hine health clinic on Walton Street, who had brought two of her granddaughters in, both of whom were nervous, but she had provided the aroha and the support to get them over the line and into the safe space; the mums, the dads, who turned up with their whole families in the back to go to Semenoff Stadium, where the nurses worked from 8 a.m. until 6 that night, in costume—I went back twice; never a smile faded from those faces—and those nurses who came out of retirement, like my friend Min, who has come out of her retirement and has retrained to vaccinate people. These are the small revolutions of the wheel that are going to get us in Te Tai Tokerau over that safe line.