Thursday, April 8, 2010
What is Brave?
A couple of weeks ago I wrote about a day when I cried off-and-on throughout the day (ESP of the Heart). We were traveling to Sunriver that day and had stopped for dinner at a restaurant in Bend. During dinner, I again started quietly shedding tears. My almost-18-year-old daughter was sitting next to me and I was sure that she would be mortified that I was crying in public, so I apologized for being such a wimp. Her response surprised me, “I don’t think you’re a wimp. I think you’re brave for being able to cry in public. I wish I was that brave.” Now, this is a young woman who has weathered four knee surgeries in the last seven years, who intimidates people with her 5’2” toughness, who isn’t afraid to do silly things in public or call attention herself – I think those attributes are brave. Someone else I know is going through a tough time and is taking it all in stride, displaying the utmost dignity and professionalism. I look at this person and think, “Wow! That is so brave. “ As someone who wears her heart on her sleeve, I think I’d be venting my anger and whining away my sorrows. So, maybe when we behave in a manner that is authentic to who we are and when others see in us that which they don’t see in themselves – perhaps that is when we appear most brave.