I’m always to impressed in a movie when people are held hostage and the hero says, “I’ll stay with you if you’ll let the women and children go.” What a strong, compassionate–and just a little hot–man.
Heroes–like the teachers at Sandy Hook Elementary School who attempted to stop the gun man, who shoved children in closets, who took the shots to save the children from death–they were admirable, true heroes. I’d like to be that strong.
But would I be like that? Could I be so brave that I’d trade my life for the life of another person? I always hope that if I were in such a situation, I’d step forward and speak to the hostage taker in such soft, dulcet tones that I’d calm them or sing Amazing Grace with so much emotion that the person would realize the need to turnaway from the dark side. Perhaps such loving foregiveness would shine in my face that the criminal would suddenly recognize the need to change his life.
I’d like to so but I’m not at all sure.
Many years ago a fifth-grade student talked me in to going into a Haunted House around Halloween. He promised me it would not be scary (Hint: never trust the word of a fifth grader about if anything is scary or not) But I believed him and we went inside what was a converted barn. I was just fine and not a bit frightened with the first few stops. But then a cobweb-covered ghost lying in a casket sat up. I knew very well this was a teenage kid wearing a costume. I knew there was nothing supernatural here. I understood all of this. Nevertheless, as soon as that ghost sat up, I screamed and ran, shoving small children out of my way. I pushed aside a sobbing little girl. I reached the door first and rolled it open, never stopping in my panic. In that moment I didn’t care if the ghost got everyone else as long as I made it out of the haunted house alive. ( In the interest of accuracy, I must state I never looked like the picture on the right.)
I am filled with deep shame as I confess this. But I still hope–given a chance–I have the courage to save an entire island from the heavily armed revolutionaries. Yes, I could do that–as long as the action doesn’t take place in a haunted house.
Have you experienced any moments that showed a really admirable side of you? Or, perhaps, a negative? Please tell me–especially the negative side. It would make me feel so much better.