Every week, Brenda of BYG Adventutres invites us to "Ponder" with her. She gives us a word prompt and invites us to share what it inspires in us, or means to us. This week, the word is "Orange". I really pondered this word. While I couldn't seem to come up with anything profound, I did think of some entertaining orange cats.
First we have the Helmet Cats.
The helmets can be customized.
Perhaps this one is an officer.
Next we have the Zen Cats who have studied
the art of concentration and meditation.
Then there is the traditional orange tabby. Or not.
Today I am joining Rory Bore
for her Coffee Chat. This week we are
discussing bravery, "What is bravery to us, and are we brave?".
Not having a good childhood, I learned to be brave very
early in life. In fact, it really was never an issue. As early as I can
remember I just did what I needed to do. Never tolerating weakness in myself, I
saw myself as strong. I was never impetuous or foolish. I just looked at
situations and did what I felt was appropriate, being careful in the execution
of my plans.
As a child, I was always fearless,
simply because I had to be. Some situations did put me in danger not of my
choosing, but rather merely life situations. I walked alone to and from school
both in the city and country, without a thought regarding the dangers that
could involve. I was a latchkey kid from a very early age. I didn’t consider
myself brave, but rather responsible. There were scary situations, but I
learned that what didn’t kill me made me stronger.
For fun, I climbed trees, waded
in bayous with snakes and unknown creatures. I rode bicycles through all kinds
of wild terrain, both urban and rural. I trapped and handled all kinds of
critters, domestic and wild. I did whatever I could to experience everything
that I could. I sought the good things in life and embraced them. I figured, “what didn’t kill me make me stronger”. I was
fearless, but never considered it bravery.
As I got older, I continued
this approach to life. I joined ROTC, being one of the first girls allowed in
the Unit. First as Public Relations Officer I represented our (now co-ed) Unit,
speaking to a variety of large groups of people (of various ages). I joined
Color Guard and Flag Detail, leading both and performing publicly. I joined
Drill Team, learning to handle an M16 rifle. Later I was the second highest in
command of our Unit, leading over one hundred cadets. I wanted to make a
difference. Again, I was fearless but never considered myself brave. I just did
what I felt was right.
school, I knew I needed to do certain things to live a decent life. Sometimes
choices were appropriate for me, but unpopular with some people. I guess it
takes a certain amount of bravery to achieve what is right for oneself, but I
never looked at it that way. I followed my conscience. I never thought about
bravery; I did what I felt was the right thing.
At this point in my life, I
still face life situations that challenge me. I am often alone, day and night.
Needless to say, night can be unsettling when alone. It can present situations
that test bravery. I must do things that need to be done regardless of fear, so
I do not think about that. I do my best.
I do not think about my own
personal bravery. I never have. I think about doing the right thing. I think
about doing my best. I guess that takes a certain level of bravery, but for me
it is business as usual.