There are those who tell me that I have courage for what I've faced in the past. Enemies with guns, skilled in combat. Yeah, I did that. With gun and knife and hand to hand. Outthinking, outwitting and outfighting them.
But in recent events I have to wonder if it was true courage. I had the training and the means to win. But is that courage?
I wonder now as I watch my mother face her last moments as the cancer takes her away a bit at a time. But never does a tear touch her eye. Never a bitter word or angry word. Always a smile, words of wisdom, patience. What she's always given.
I think that for the first time in my life I'm seeing true courage. She has no training that will help her face it, no weapons to fight it. They've been tried and she's exhausted. Yet she faces it with calm assuredness with which she has faced everything in her life.
I only hope that I can have that courage.
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