#couage

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The Italian portion of my family comes from Mantua and the Tirol. None would be surprised by this video. You live together. You live to fight for life together.

A Word on Courage

Recently I saw yet another Facebook post that condemned those calling transgendered courageous. It got me thinking about what courage does and does not mean.

Courage does mean saving a person from a burning building. It does mean risking your life for your country. It does mean stopping a robbery. Obviously these things are courageous and brave and heroic, and our service men and women,…

I looked at her. Him. It... Damn, now that shapeshifter looked like the postman I used to know when I was, like, eleven. Except now he had a halo and big golden wings.

“I understand it all was hard for yo-”

“Look,yeah.You’re right, it was.We fought off a huge personification of all nightmares and fears. Arachnophobia, No-Pants-In-Public, all of them. And we all appreciate the help you and your far more friendly personifications gave us. But I have one question.”

“Very well then. Ask away.”

“Love was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. And also a dove. Courage was big and shouty and turned into a lion. But why are you-”

“Why am I using only the faces you know?” Belief interrupted me with a chuckle. “Here I thought you’ve already figured out.”

“Well, I haven’t. So tell me, why?”

“Because I am the Belief.”

“Shouldn’t you look like some god then? Or maybe Buddha, something like that...”

Belief smiled and his big golden wings fluttered. “I am far more complex than that. And yet something far more simple. I am the belief in people. I am what people are believed in. What people believe in in other people.”

It made sense. It really did. I used to think the post man in our street was an angel. But what did that say about my thoughts about Liz? When Belief turned into Liz down in that cellar, she was glowing and all the nightmares tearing me apart just... Disappeared.

I looked at Liz, who was still sitting on the broken pillar and Courage was quietly talking to her. And then she looked up at me.