a soap opera scene goes like this: one man says to another, "when i was young i was terrfied of all the other boys. one time they cornered me with a can of worms and told me to eat every one, unless i was afrrraaaaid...so i ate every one. i showed them who the brave one was."
seems to me the brave thing would have been to smack that bully upside the head. nothing screams bravery like an empty can of chicken noodle soup colliding with the skull of an imbecile, accented with a spray of night crawlers.
bravery, that!!
i usually imagine that doing the brave thing also means doing the thing that scares me most.
but
sometimes retreating from the things i fear is the bravest thing i do all day.
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