At times in my life I've been rather courageous, willing to take risks without measure. Some of those adventures as I call them were fortuitous. Going into the Army, Flight school, marriage, family, school for ministry after all that and many years of pastoral service. The funny thing is that I would often need others for inspiration or courage when I needed it most. My father kind of poured or even forced some courage into me, only way he knew how I guess. After my father though, it took a number of heroes that I mostly read about. And I would end each reading with the sense that what they had done was pretty neat, even amazing. Sometimes I would think, they did it, no reason I can't do something similar. Most of my heroes were dead, so it wasn't a competition, it was an urgency created by their legacy. And all the big and most of the small things I've done in my life have come from seeing someone as a hero and then saying I can do that too. I've never had courage just show up automatically from deep down in my heart as much as I've had someone come along with me and offer their hand in partnership.