Sometimes the timid walk up to the door and look inside. But bravery's a funny beast, mythological, appearing, disappearing. It will leave you, chilled and sweating over a spider. But return in a flood for a child's blood. I carried one for over a mile and not until I'd given her to her mother did I notice the spots on my sweater. The longer I live, the more I believe every person to be unspeakably brave. Just to face each morning, chin up or chin down. Just to wake up. To shoulder through the days. When I remember all I have to think about, and multiply it each time I meet someone -- there is so much muchness in the world. A squirrel looking for the hundreth time for her winter stores. My friend's smile plastered on for her sister's wedding.