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PROMPT January 12th Describe a time when you exhibited bravery. I've always wondered if I was brave or not. Could I act in the same way that person did? Could I run into that burning building? Could I advance on an enemy? Could I stand for my beliefs? These are all questions I've asked myself through the years. And as I reflect I can recall times when I actually did exhibit bravery. But for me those times don't really stand out as being exceptional. When it happened it just seemed like the right thing to do...or not do...it just seemed normal. But there was time just two years ago when I felt I was being one of the bravest people around. It was early 2018 - January in fact - and a new show started. It was called The Resident. It looked interesting and I thought I would watch an episode or two. Well, I was hooked on the very first episode. It became my favorite show. I had the entire series set to record so I didn't have to watch the commercials. I waited anxiously and expectantly each week for The Resident. The characters seemed true. The struggles seemed real. And the best part was all the gory surgeries they did. Blood, guts, gore, romance, love, and everything else under the sun. I thought it was a great show! At the same time, though, I was preparing to have back surgery. It was scheduled in late March and there were many preparations for me and my husband to make. I wouldn't be able to walk the stairs for a while so we had to turn my home office into a makeshift bedroom. I couldn't sit on a soft chair or a couch so we had to take the cushions off a dining table chair and move that into the living room. And we had to pick up all the rugs so I wouldn't trip as I used my shiny new walker to recover. There was a lot to do. So...as were getting things done I was also watching all the blood, guts and gore on The Resident. And then one evening it hit me. I realized that when I got on that operating table in March the surgery would look a lot like what I was seeing on The Resident. Now I know the TV show was melodramatic and unrealistic and even sappy, but...just watching the show made me think about what was going to happen to me. And it terrified me. I kept telling myself my own surgery would be different. Not anything like the TV show. But for some reason that fear stuck with me. And because of the fear I nearly called the surgeon and said, "Forget it." I knew that would have been stupid. But it was in my mind. So when the day finally came I was nervous and fearful. It took a lot of guts to let them wheel me into the operating room. But I was so proud of myself. I felt I was extremely brave that day. I was brave even though I was already sedated an unconscious before the gurney made it into the operating room. And when I recovered and they showed me exactly what they did I nearly fainted! Yes, I had been brave. But I should never have watched that show. And the funny thing is that I'm still hooked on The Resident. |
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