My blog is littered with drafts. I haven’t published anything for awhile because I struggle with–why bother?
In the aftermath of what happened to my family, a lot of people let us down.
It could have been because I was too vocal. It could have been because we were too risky. It could have been a lot of things.
It took a toll on my evaluation of humans. How could so many “nice people” run like rabbits? Or worse. There was always worse.
I battled insomnia. If a person you have fed peanut butter sandwiches can hurt children, the world feels permanently unsafe.
I wrote. I wrote and then wondered why?
Then I began wakeboarding.
I like wakeboarding because no one tells me I can’t do the things that terrify me. In fact, they show me how.
I like it because the people there are brave.
Not just spin-in-the-air brave, but also push-yourself brave.
Many of these brave people restore my faith in our broken world.
Which leads me to “ordinary brave”–
Men who are faithful to their wives are brave.
Judges who prosecute pedophiles are brave.
Health officials who fly into an Ebola epidemic are brave.
Paying your bills and your taxes on time
Holding a lackluster job to provide for your family
Befriending the powerless–
When I see brave, I want to be brave.