January 2, 2023 How are you brave?
Several years ago, I heard a disturbance in my neighbor’s house. Steve was beating up Kay. (Not real names.) I went over, stepped up on the porch, and knocked on the door. Steve answered, breathing hard. I said, “Steve, you are a big man. You don’t realize the damage you do by this kind of behavior.” He calmed down.
Was I brave? Or, did I just act on what I would call “blind faith,” perhaps believing I was doing the will of God or just doing the right thing? In most cases I believe the right thing to do would be to call the police. But the police had already been there many times before. I guess Kay would not file charges. I could understand that also because I had seen Steve try to handle his anger by getting away from her. One time I saw him get in his pickup to leave. She jumped in the bed of the truck with a two by four and pounded the top of the cab. Aww, I side track. Back to my topic. Was I brave?
I’m pretty sure I’m not the kind of brave needed to run into a burning house, step in front of a raging bull, or dive into a flooding canal. But who knows whether they have that kind of courage until they are faced with a crisis. I don’t walk that close to danger.
I was making visits for my church one afternoon when a fierce dog came after me, I held my purse out to him. He grabbed it and left teeth marks; I proudly showed that evidence to my family and probably claimed that I was courageous. I don’t remember being afraid at all, and I can’t remember how I got away. Possibly the dog’s owner rescued me. IDK.