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.
Yep, I’d say you definitely qualify as brave! Some might even say you’re a badass! (In todays lingo!)
Sometimes one just has to put “grandma” authority in the voice. Living with Jesus all these years has led to some amazing moments. Nothing can beat it.
You definitely have more courage than I would’ve in that situation. I love the photo of you btw😀
It’s the perkiness achieved by the bow. I haven’t been wearing my hairbows for a few weeks. Maybe I need to go back to the bow drawer.
Of course, bravery is not doing something without fear attached. It is facing the danger, even recognizing the risk of death… and deciding to pursue that action because it is the right thing to do. Only you can assess whether you were brave or ignorant of the risk.
Foolishness is what the uninformed who read your obit would assign to you. But those of us who know you, “know” you. 😉
Fight or flight cannot really be planned. But on days that we commit to Jesus, his Spirit responds.
Oneta, I don’t think we know what we would do until that moment comes. Once I was riding my bike with my little daughter Kelly in a baby seat at my back, when a huge dog charged at us, snapping and snarling. Kelly screamed, and the “Mama Bear” in me rose up. I stopped, got in its face, and barked back “GO HOME! GET OUTA HERE!” The dog stopped dead in its tracks and retreated.
🙂 Go, Girl, go! Just give that “devil” a small handicap and send him back where he came from. I’m glad that was your response. If you had tried to outrun him, your child would have been between it and you. Not a good place to be. Congratulations.