I am often baffled by people’s courage and bravery and my mother’s fortitude in coping with very significant physical problems in the five years before her death is a typical example. Just a few months before she died, I wrote a poem about her and the last three lines were as follows:
You’ve kept some dreams and memories locked away
Inside your heart; the key to your courage
And optimism; the seed beneath the clay.
A few months after she died I came across a composition on Bravery that she had written, at the tender age of 13, in 1934. It was like a key that shed light on her courage that I had admired so much. This is what she wrote in her still childish writing:
Bravery
Bravery is not merely a great gift, as many people imagine. One of the greatest forms of bravery is conquering fear. To set…
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