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Michael from Louisiana
Bravery, to me, is an internal choice to do the right thing. I realized changing the minds of others was not important. Arguing with people who disagreed with who I am did not make me feel better about myself, it only frustrated me. The second I decided not to spend my time on other people's opinion was the second I became a happier person.
I feel brave when I walk into a church that speaks against who I am, and I sit next to a person who speaks against who I am, but l love them anyway. I feel brave when I say "I am here for God, not you." I feel brave every time I think about overcoming rejection in my life. I feel brave when I talk to the person in the back of the bar that nobody is talking to. I feel brave when I stand up for the person everybody is talking about.
Some people may just call it a new-found confidence, to not worry about what others think or to go against what the others are doing. I feel like it's bravery. For 18 years, I denied who I really was. It is brave to look inside myself and know that I am truly a wonderful person, now. I am brave every single day that I wake up and acknowledge the negativity, and hear the hatred from others' mouths, but I chose to love myself anyway.
Bravery means, to me, openly choosing to love every single person in this world, no matter who they are, or how they feel, or how they act. The second I see every single person, I make a conscious decision to love them as I want to be loved. And it's bravery to believe that everybody else is doing the same thing when they look at me.