This week we’re talking about a time we acted bravely even if we were scared inside. I guess today could be one of those times because I forgot to post here yesterday! LOL! I hope I can get by with posting today, instead. The final edits came for the first in my trilogy, CONNECTIONS, and I forgot EVERYTHING while getting them done. This is my first book out and the excitement here is CRAZY! Forgiveness?
Hmm… I can’t really think of a time when I acted bravely. I’m sure I must have done something brave in my life, but all I can think of are instinctual instances, nothing brave. I’m sure Jeff will have plenty of “brave” acts to tell about, since he was in the military. We can all be proud of him and all the others in the military for their acts of bravery. They deserve our pride. :))
But this is supposed to be about a time I acted bravely. I guess my boyfriend’s right when he tells me I’ve lived a “sheltered life.” I wish I could tell you about the time I scaled the walls of a burning building to save those trap ped inside, or swam out into the ocean to save a child from drowning, but I really can’t think of a time I’ve “acted bravely.”
What do you think acting bravely is all about?