I used to wonder if I could be brave. When I was a young boy, I imagined myself battling monsters, being a soldier, a policeman, or a firefighter. Later, I admired the physicians in my hometown, and saw their long hours and selfless dedication as a noble way to live a life. Their examples influenced me beyond my understanding at the time.
Further along my own path, I tried gradually to understand how to walk in another’s shoes, but never as well as I would have liked. It is difficult to live outside the constraints of our mortal envelope, to try and see the world from another’s view point and realize the only control we have in life, the only accountability, is for our own decisions. The ultimate truth each of us learns is we can’t completely control the highway life takes us down, but we can control how we choose to walk that road.
Recently, I had the privilege to witness another man’s journey down a road no one would want, a path with only one possible ending, short of something miraculous. No one could blame him for being bitter or angry, and I’m sure he had his moments, but in the end, I saw only kindness and patience. From him, and around him, and about him. I could only hope if I were walking the same road, I would have the faith and understanding to walk so gracefully.
I pray for him and his family. I write this short note to remind myself in times to come when I will wonder if I can be brave, that I have seen what courage looks like. I know how to find it now. It is surrounded by love.
Peace be with you.