Was It Courage?

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Harriet Manny emailed us that post, sharing her experience with our audience. It’s about courage n its opposite, and how we sometimes do not have a clear vision of our real qualities, until something happens that would clarify for us things, but not in the way we expect.

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Courage n cowardice seem like absolutes. We are often quick to label other people, or ourselves either ‘”brave or “timid, “courageous” or “coward”. However, one Image result for a canoe and two girls drawingbright afternoon on a river deep in the wilds of the Ozark mountains, I learned that these qualities are as changeable as mercury.

During a cross-country drive, my friend Nina n I decided to stop at a campsite in Missouri n spend the afternoon on a float trip down Big Piney River, 14 miles  through the wilderness. We rented a canoe and paddled happily off.

Things went fine- for the first seven or eight miles. We gazed at the over hanging bluffs, commented on the wonderful variety of trees (it was spring, and the dogwood was in bloom). n marveled at the clarity of the water.

Then, in approaching a bend in the river (which we later learned was called “Devil’s Elbow”) the current suddenly swept us in toward the bank, underneath the low-hanging branches of a weeping willow . the canoe tipped over n I was pulled under, my foot caught for just a few seconds on the submerged roots of the willow. Just as I surfaced, taking my first frantic gulp of air, I saw the canoe sweeping out, upright again, but empty, n Nina frantically swimming after it.

I knew I should help but I was petrified n hung my head in shame as I let my friend brave the treacherous rapids and haul the canoe back onto the gravel bar, while I stood by  cravenly.Image result for a canoe and two girls drawing

Then came the scream. Startled, I glanced up to see Nina, both hands over her eyes, dash off the gravel bar n back into the water. I gazed down into the canoe to see, coiled in the bottom of it, the unmistakable, black-n-brown, checkerboard-pattered form of a copperhead snake. It had evidently been sunning itself peacefully o the weeping willow branch when we passed by underneath.

I don’t know exactly why, but the supposedly inborn terror of snakes is something that has passed me by completely. I actually  find them rather charming in a scaly sort of way.

Nina was still screaming, “Kill it!” But I was calm in a way that must have seemed smug. “We’re in its home, it’s not in ours,” I informed her. n gently I prodded it with the oar until it reared up, slithered over the side of the canoe, n raced away- terrified, itself into the underbrush.

Later that night, in our cozy, safe motel room, we agreed that we each had cold chills thinking about what might have happened. Still , I learned something important from the ordeal. I know that, had we encountered only the rapids, I might have come away ashamed, labeling myself a coward, n had we encountered only the snake, Nina might have done the same.

I also know that neither of us will ever again be quire so apt to brand another person as lacking courage. coz we will always know that just around the corner may be the snake or the bend in the river or the figure in the shadows or something else as yet unanticipated, that will cause our own blood to freeze.

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