What is Courage?
Is it a feeling? Is it a thing that you hold in your hand? Is it a living thing inside of us, feeding on our common sense until we fall off of a cliff?!
Whatever it is, people usually get it confused with a bad idea, and false hope, rather than actual courage.
Take for example, the drunken hobo, living on the streets. He had a bad idea, where as the brave and
courageous Fireman, risks his life for both a living for himself, and to save the lives of others, including the drunken hobo, who thought that lighting a bathtub of Vodka on fire would help keep him warm, while also in an unstable building. That is just dumb. But the Fireman comes in, saves the hobo, puts out the fire, and then chews the hobo out for being so dumb. And then does something really courageous, and buys a wedding ring for his fiance, to become engaged,
that is bravery my friends, to hold down a job, a wife,
and future kids! That kind of bravery just barely borderlines complete stupidity, and teeters on the unstable edge of Manly Manhood.
MANLY!
"Courage is not ignoring your fears, but it is the ability to face them, even though you're scared." (unknown).
I am courageous. Like, yesterday, my sister asked if her sweat-pants made her butt look big, and I said," Perhaps your skinny butt makes your sweat-pant's butt look big!"
But then she threw a frying pan at my head, and chased me around with a sharpened pencil eraser, and tried to poke my pancreas out.
But it was still courageous.
And funny.
