The first time I felt brave was when I was thirteen and my mom was diagnosed with MS. I remember realizing that I needed to quietly step up and become the mom of the house for a bit, until our real mom could come back to us. In every meal that I made, every nose I wiped, every time my feet ached from housework that I wasn't accustomed to, I felt so much pride in myself. I realized that I can do hard things.
When I watched this video, my heart strummed a little when it was said that we don't know how brave we are until we have no other choice but to be brave. Doesn't your heart just soar?
I've never thought of my character as being one of courage - I am kind of a wimp! But maybe courage isn't walking around not being afraid of anything; maybe courage is being brave when the moment arises. Maybe it's living up to your potential in the moment when your only other choice is to cower or give up entirely.
I want to be like Esther. And right now, I feel like I can be.