I Know Derring Do When I See It. I Just Saw It
I know bravery. It’s different than bravado. Bravado is bucking yourself up for a big game by telling people that aren’t your opponent that they’re lucky that they’re not your opponent.
Or maybe not bravery. Audacity, surely. There’s no hesitation. Just realization, and action. Or perhaps it’s being intrepid we’re seeing here. That situation looks daunting. The skydiver’s friends are dauntless.
It’s mettle and moxie. Nerve. Pluck. Fortitude. Grit. It’s keeping your head when all around you people are, if not losing theirs, at the very least, bonking theirs together.
It’s… it’s… it’s the reason for this blog, in one minute and forty-one seconds. It’s derring do. Do some, someday.
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I once stepping in some derring doo, if that’s what you mean.
You can’t plan to be brave, so that makes it so hard to pin down. You have to look at it in retrospect and describe what you saw. You recognize this, and you word game it brilliantly, because it has a lot of descriptors, and very little intellectual apprehension to it. Balls are as good a descriptor as any.
How does the army train courage? I know, but I’m interested in what your readers think. I’ll report back later.
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