I really can't remember anything very brave I've ever done. Well, maybe I've walked through rough neighborhoods at night, but that's more foolhardy than brave, besides I'm sort of a big guy and most troublemakers prefer smaller victims.
I've never been in the military service. I've never been on a police force. I've never been a fireman. Twice during my civil service career I've been deputized to make an arrest, but in both cases the arrest was made by someone else first. I've never come upon a flaming car wreck, except for where the police and rescue squad got there first. Gosh gee, what an uneventful life I've led!
Well, maybe it was sort of an act of bravery to begin dating and eventually marry the daughter of an Episcopal church bishop, considering my irreverent, iconoclastic, and borderline semi-atheistic views of everything in sight. My family looks down on her because she's the daughter of a mere clergyman and her family looks down on me because I'm the son of a couple of mere college professors. Oh well, we've been married 24 years and we're still doing just fine together.
And maybe it was an act of bravery to accept a job as a rocket scientist after doing graduate school study in physics specializing in petroleum geology. But hey, I made it all the way to retirement without ever quite getting fired.
Or maybe it was brave of me to sign up with this here Fugue thing not realizing that El Fugue Maestro was going to post a topic that I'd have so much trouble thinking of something to write about.
But really, folks, what would I ever do if I ever faced a real need for bravery? I should hope that I'd stand up and face whatever danger presented itself. At least I imagine that I could be very brave indeed! But not having ever faced such a situation, I have no proof of what I'd be.
Does fortune favor the brave? Well, I've been pretty fortunate in my life, overall. Does that bode well for being suitably brave if a need for my bravery should arise? Well, I hope so.
