Courage doesn’t always roar.
Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, ‘I will try again tomorrow.’
Depending on which dictionary you look at, there are multiple definitions of courage:
- the ability to do something that frightens one
- strength in the face of pain or grief
- the ability to control your fear in a dangerous or difficult situation
- mental or moral strength to venture, persevere, and withstand danger, fear or difficulty
Thinking back, I wouldn’t have said that I have ever done anything particularly courageous. Courage was the realm of the soldier, the medical staff who work under perilous conditions or the emergency services personnel who put their own lives in danger to save ours.
Upon reflection, courage is all of that, but also so much more:
The teacher with debilitating rheumatoid arthritis, told she wouldn’t be able to teach because she couldn’t write on a chalkboard; she went on to be not only an outstanding and well-respected teacher, but also a Principal.
The student, painfully shy, who cried at the thought of presenting ‘Talk Time’ and never raised her hand or made eye contact with the teacher for fear she would be asked to speak in front of everyone; she went on to force herself to prepare a Rostrum speech, delivered it and came runner-up in the school competition.
The mother of a child with special needs, who knows that her child may engage in socially inappropriate behaviours when in public and has had to put up with unaware, intolerant people making ignorant assumptions; she remains a steadfast advocate, not only for her child but for all other people with special needs … no matter how much it hurts.
Anybody who has ever failed repeatedly, but who shows perseverance, resilience and sheer determination.
I salute you all. You may not be saving lives or putting yourself in danger every day … but you ARE touching the hearts of people … you ARE making a difference to someone and you ARE being true to yourself.